. Poetical works of James Montgomery . howd can never pass.—It passd. And left me wandering through that land of exile, Cut oif from intercourse with happier lands ; Abandond, as it seemd, by its Creator; Unvisited by Him, who came from heaven To seek and save the lost of every clime ; And where God, looking down in wrath, hath said, My spirit shall no longer strive with man : —So io-norance or unbelief might deem. W^as it thus outlawd ? No ; God left himselfNot without witness of his presence there ;He gave them rain from heaven and fruitful seasons,Filling unthankful hearts with food and gla
. Poetical works of James Montgomery . howd can never pass.—It passd. And left me wandering through that land of exile, Cut oif from intercourse with happier lands ; Abandond, as it seemd, by its Creator; Unvisited by Him, who came from heaven To seek and save the lost of every clime ; And where God, looking down in wrath, hath said, My spirit shall no longer strive with man : —So io-norance or unbelief might deem. W^as it thus outlawd ? No ; God left himselfNot without witness of his presence there ;He gave them rain from heaven and fruitful seasons,Filling unthankful hearts with food and gave them kind affections, which they strangled,Turning his grace into gave them powers of intellect, to scaleHeavens height; to name and number all the stars;To penetrate earths depths riches,Or clothe its surface Avith fertility;Amidst the haunts of dragons, dens of call up hamlets, villages, and towns,The abode of peace and industry ; to buildCities and palaces amid waste places ;. To sound the ocean, combat with the winds,Travel the waves, and compass every shore,On voyages of commerce or adventure ;To shine in civil and refining tranquil science elevate the soul;To explore the universe of mind ; to traceThe Nile of thinking to its secret source,And thence pursue its infinite meanders,Not lost amidst the labyrinths of Time,But oer the cataract of death down rolling,To flow for ever, and for ever, and for ever,Where time nor space can limit its expansion. He gave the ideal, too, of truth and beauty ;—To look on Nature with a poets Hve, amidst the daylight of this world,In regions of enchantment;—with the forceOf song, as with a spirit, to possessThe souls of those that hearken, till they feelBut what the minstrel feels, and do but his strange inspiration makes them do;Thus with his breath to kindle Avar, and bringThe array of battle to electric issue ;Or, while opposing legions, front to fro
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