. Night thoughts. the bounding grain. A language, worthy the great Mind, that speaks! Preface, and comment, to the sacred page! Which oft refers its reader to the skies, As pre-supposing his first lesson there, 1670 And scripture-self a fragment, that unread. Stupendous book of wisdom, to the wise! Stupendous book! and opend. Night! by thee. By thee much opend, I confess, O Night!Yet more I wish; but how shall I prevail? 1675 Say, gentle Night! whose modest, maiden beamsGive us a new creation, and presentThe worlds great picture softend to the sight;Nay, kinder far, far more indulgent
. Night thoughts. the bounding grain. A language, worthy the great Mind, that speaks! Preface, and comment, to the sacred page! Which oft refers its reader to the skies, As pre-supposing his first lesson there, 1670 And scripture-self a fragment, that unread. Stupendous book of wisdom, to the wise! Stupendous book! and opend. Night! by thee. By thee much opend, I confess, O Night!Yet more I wish; but how shall I prevail? 1675 Say, gentle Night! whose modest, maiden beamsGive us a new creation, and presentThe worlds great picture softend to the sight;Nay, kinder far, far more indulgent , thou, whose mild dominions silver key 1680Unlocks our hemispliere, and sets to viewAVorlds beyond number; worlds conceald by dayBehind the proud and envious star of noon!Canst thou not draw a deeper scene?—And shewThe mighty Potentate, to whom belong 1685 These rich regalia pompously displaydTo kindle that high hope? Like him of Uz,I gaze around; I search on every side—O for a glimpse of Him my soul adores!. TStathard. Jd. ?/^V«^Ze ^CZI^Erf //(/A// f///r//// ////////i; THE CONSOLATION. 307 As the chasd hart, amid the desert waste, 1690 Pants for the living stream; for Him who made her, So pants the thirsty soul, amid the blank Of sublunary joys. Say, goddess! where. Where blazes his bright court ? AVhere burns his throne ? Thou knowst; for thou art near him; by thee, round His grand pavilion, sacred Fame reports 1696 The sable curtains drawn. If not, can none Of thy fair daughter-train, so swift of wing. Who travel far, discover where He dwells? A star his dwelling pointed out below. 1700 Ye Pleiades! Arcturus! Mazaroth! And thou, Orion! of still keener eye! Say ye, who guide the wilderd in the waves. And bring them out of tempest into port! On which hand must I bend my course to find Him? These courtiers keep the secret of their King; 1705 I wake whole nights, in vain, to steal it from them. I wake; and waking, climb Nights radiant sphere to sphere; the step
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