MISCELLANIES. A MIDNIGHT HYMN TO DEITY. How grand and awful is this midnight hour! The world is still---and not a sound disturbs 10 Truths strike the mind with more impressive force. A MIDNIGHT HYMN. Almighty Power in his eternal counsels, The sun roll'd burning from the hand of God. 31 "Let us make man"--spoke then Almighty power, 40 A MIDNIGHT HYMN. Its cooling stream would no more meet his lip, Spread wide before his view, where toil and pain The fall of angels was the fall of man. "Shorn of his beams" the Sun, in dim eclipse, Lends but a feeble lustre to the earth: 60 Or when he sinks beneath the western wave, |