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There's wailing on ty hus, Altai,
Hears shouts for the returning brave-
Morning Nierlitations. 1. In sleep's serene oblivion laid,
I've safely pass'd the silent night; Again I see the breaking shade,
Again behold the morning light. 2 New born I bless the waking hour;
Once more, with awe, rejoice to be; My conscious soul resumes her power,
And soars, my guardian God, to thee. 3. O guide me through the various maze
My doubtful feet are doom'd to tread ; And spread thy shield's protecting blaze,
Where dangers press around my head. 4. A deeper shade shall soon impend
A deeper sleep my eyes oppress:
Thy goodness still delight to bless.
That deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes;
Hymn to the Stars. 1. Ay, there ye shine, and there have shone,
In one eternal 'hour of prime,' Each rolling burningly, alone,
Through boundless space and countless time, Ay, there ye shine-the golden dews
That lave the realms by seraphs trod, There, through yon echoing vault, diffuse
The song of choral worlds to God. 2. Ye visible spirits! bright as erst
Young Eden's birthnight saw ye shine,
On all her flowers and fountains first,
Yet sparkling from the hand divine;
The music of a sphere so fair,
And gird your God's pavilion there. 3. Gold frets to dust --yet there ye are;
Time rots the diamond,-there ye roll
Enshrined an everlasting soul!
One all-enlightning Spirit ow!,
Eternal, glorious, blest, alone? 4. Could man but see what ye have seen,
Unfold awhile the shrouded past, From all that is, to what has been,
The glance how rich! the range how vast ! The birth of time, the rise, the fall
Of empires, myriads, ages flown, Thrones, cities, tongues, arts, worships,-all
The things whose cchoes are not gone. 5. Ye saw rapt Zoroaster send
His soul into your mystic reign; Ye saw th' adoring Sabian bend
The living hills his mighty fane!Beneath his blue and beaming sky,
He worshipp'd at your lofty shrine, And deem'd he saw, with gifted eye,
The Godhead in his works divine. 6. And there ye shine, as if to mock
The children of a mortal sire.
The red volcano's cataract fire,
nature's ills-and life's worse woes Are nought to you ;-ye smile the same,
And scorn alike their dawn and close. 7. Ay, there ye roll-emblems sublime
of him whosc spirit o'er us moves, Beyond the clouds of grief and crime,
Still shining on the world he loves : Nor is one scene to mortals given,
That more divides the soul and sod,
Than yon proud heraldry of heaven
Yon burning blazonry of God.
Address to the Mummy, in Belzoni's Exhibition, London. 1. And thou hast walk'd about (how strange a story!)
In Thebes' streets three thousand years ago,
And time had not begun to overthrow
Thou hast a tongue-come, let us hear its turie; Thou’rt standing on thy legs, above ground, Mummy!
Revisiting the glimpses of the moon ;
To whom should we assign the Sphinx's fame?
Of either Pyramid that bears his name?
By oath to tell the mysteries of thy trade;
In Memnon's statue, which at sunrise play'd?
Has hob-a-nobb’d with Pharaoh, glass to glass;
Or doff'd thine own to let Queen Dido pass,
We have, above ground, seen some strange mutations s. The Roman empire has begun and ended ;
New worlds have risen-we have lost old nations ;
When the great Persian conqueror, Cainbyses,
March'd armies o'er thy tomb with thundering tread,
O'erthrew Osiris, Orus, Apis, Isis,
The nature of thy private life unfold:-
And tears adown that dusky cheek have rolled :-
Imperishable type of evanescence! Posthumous man, who quitt'st thy narrow bed,
And standest undecayed within our presence, Thou wilt hear nothing till the Judgment morning, When the great trump shall thrill thee with its warning 10. Why should this worthless tegument endure,
If its undying guest be lost forever? 0 let us keep the soul embalmed and pure
In jiving virtue; that when both must sever, Although corruption may our frame consume, Th’immortal spirit in the skies may bloom.
I touch the deep ton'd string;
Where mossy vestments cling.
No locks his head array'd,
And sunk amidst the shade.
How vain your idle schemes !
Thus vanish mortal dreams.
4. The works of God! and man I spoil ;
I treat as childish toys:
I bury human joys.
And meaner hopes devour,
She scorns thy envious power. 6. On frosty wings the demon fled, Howling as o'er the wali he sped,
Another year is gone!"
As time few swiftly on.
Let brighter charms be yours: The virtuous mind embalm'd in truth, Shall bloom in everlasting youth,
While Time himself endures.
The Silent Expression of Nature.
I lift my wondering eyes,
To night resign the skies,
The stars, in silence, shine,-
That speaks its birth divine. 2. Unheard, the dews around me fall,
And heavenly influence shed; And, silent, on this earthly ball,
Celestial footsteps tread. Aerial music wakes the spheres,
Touch'd by harmonious powers : With sounds, unheard by mortal ears,
They charm the lingering hours.