They were left as a proof of the loveliness Of Adam and Eve's first home: They are here as a type of the joys that bless The just in the world to come— The bright, bright flowers! ANONYMOUS. THE OMNIPOTENT. GREAT God! whose essence pure, divine, Doth comprehend immensity! Past, present, future, all combine, To form Thy vast eternity! Thy works, magnificent and grand, Bear the bright impress of Thy hand: The heavens, with all their globes of fire; Nature, with one consenting tongue, To feel, to love, though Thou art near— Madly reject the evidence, And strive to hurl the Almighty One What dost thou, Infidel, propose? See the refulgent orb of day, And chaos-gloom creation fills, Whose voice shall bid the monarch rise, Unveils the light, and worlds are born. Great Source of light, and life, and love, For me Thou bidd'st the seasons move; For me the trees and flowers unfold Their rainbow-tints and fruits of gold; The bearded corn adorns the field, My spirit would Thy wonders trace All things in nature's wide domain, Fate chance? caprice-away with these, And give the Omnipotent the praise! -French of Asselan. TO THE MORNING STAR. THY smile of beauty, Star! Brings gladness on the gloomy face of night— Pale Mystery! so lonely and so bright, Star! nightly wanderest thou On thou hast flitted like an ether-fay! Where is the land from whence thou first arose ; And where the place of light to which thy pathway goes? Pale Dawn's first messenger! Thou prophet-sign of brightness yet to be! Of Light and Glory following after thee; Of smiling Day 'mong wild, green woodlands sleeping; And God's own sun, o'er all, its tears of brightness weeping! Sky sentinel! when first The Nomad Patriarch saw thee from his hill Upon his vision burst, Thou wast as pure and fair as thou art still; And changeless thou hast look'd on race, and name, And nation, lost since then-but Thou art yet the same! Night's youngest child! fair gem! The hoar astrologer o'er thee would cast His glance, and to thy name His own would join; then tremble when thou wast In darkness; and rejoice when, like a bride, Thou blush'd to Earth-and thus the dreamer dream'd and died! Pure Star of Morning Love! The daisy of the sky's blue plain art thou; Round thee, as round the flowers that freshly blow In bushy dells, where thrush and blackbird singFlower-Star, the dreams of youth and heaven thou back dost bring! Star of the Morn! for thee The watcher by affection's couch doth wait; Of lovers fond who 'mid the broom have met; Into the student's home thine eye doth beam; Lone thing!-yet not more lone Than many a heart which gazeth upon thee, Which loves not now, nor seeks beloved to be. |