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can number the clouds in wisdom? or who can stay the bottles of heaven, when the dust groweth into hardness, and the clods cleave fast together? Wilt thou hunt the prey for the lion, or fill the appetite of the young lions, when they couch in their dens, and abide in the covert to lie in wait? Who provided for the raven his food? when his young ones cry unto God, they wander for lack of meat.
THE LAST MAN.-CAMPBELL.
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom,
Before this mortal shall assume
I saw a vision in my sleep,
That gave my spirit strength to sweep
I saw the last of human mold,
The sun's eye had a sickly glare,
Yet, prophet-like, that lone one stood,
Saying, We are twins in death, proud sun,
'Tis mercy bids thee go;
What though beneath thee man put forth
Ev'n I am weary in yon skies
To watch thy fading fire;
The eclipse of nature spreads my pall,-
Receive my parting ghost!
This spirit shall return to Him
That gave its heavenly spark;
When thou thyself art dark!
By Him recalled to breath,
The glass brings, for example, the disk of Jupiter before us; so that we may fix the eye on this side, or on the other, of his cloud-belted surface:-we clearly distinguish the forms of these wreaths of lurid vapor; or we catch the transit of one of his moons-follow the speck of shadow in its hasty course along the equator of the stupendous planet, very much in the same way in which we watch the shadow of a cloud, as it moves across the bosom of a distant sunny hill. Although the road thither baffles us in the attempt to mete it out into portions, we can just imagine ourselves to have achieved the passage, and to set foot upon that vast rotund; and can faintly conceive of the scene that would there present itself, where, athwart prodigious valleys (each capacious enough to receive an Atlantic, or through which the waves of all our oceans might quietly flow, as the Ganges glides in its bed,) the deep shadows of the overhanging mountains are flitting with giddy haste, from side to side; while the sun rushes through the ample skies to accomplish his five hours of day. Or we remain at our post of observation through the brief moments of night; and are dizzy while we gaze upon the shining multitude of moons and stars, that, bursting up from the horizon, chase each other with visible celerity, from east to west, like a routed host, hotly followed by the foe.
Thus, and with these aids which the telescope affords us, or which the imagination (authentically informed by facts) supplies, may we make a stage outward through the skies: nor are such efforts of the mind to be accounted vain and fantastic, like those waking dreams wherein we combine extravagant
images of things nowhere existing, and in themselves prepos terous: for we are now endeavoring to fix the faculty of conception upon objects that are palpable, and real, and which (remote as they may be) are as truly cognizable by the sight as are the cliffs of an adjacent continent. There is no extravagance in this attempt; but a real utility, inasmuch as an important lesson is obtained from the vivid impression of the extent of God's visible dominion. The same force of conception which has carried the mind to the orbit of Jupiter, will transport it to that of Saturn, where is seen a sombre splendor, suffused on all sides, less, apparently, from the distant and diminished sun, than from the broad surfaces of the adjacent rings, which almost blend night and day, by overshadowing the one, and illuminating the other. Or taking once again an adventurous flight, further than before, we reach the outermost limit of our system, and stand upon that vast and solitary planet which, as if guardian of the whole, slowly walks the rounds of the solar skies, while it fulfils its term of fourscore years and more. The sun has now shrunk almost to a comparison with the stars; or looks only like the chiefest and most resplendent of them so that the mild twilight of that noon does not quite exclude their rival radiance.
HYMN BEFORE SUN-RISE IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNY.COLERIDGE.
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star
In his steep course? So long he seems to pause
Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful form!
O dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee,
Till thou, still present to the bodily sense,
Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer
Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody,
Awake, my soul! not only passive praise
Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the vale!
Or when they climb the sky or when they sink:
And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad!
Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow
Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven