Treasures of poetry; being an extensive collection from the best productions of poetry and song representating a wide range of authors and containing poems of the home circle, narratives, beauties of nature, poems of sentiment and reflection, of sorrow and bereavement, of childhood and youth, etc., etc., and a large department of poems relating to religion and the spiritual life . y light di-vine,Pervading worlds, hath reached my bosomtoo;Yes, in my spirit doth thy spirit shine, As shines the sunbeam in a drop of ! but I live, and on hopes pinions fly, Eager, toward thy presence; for
Treasures of poetry; being an extensive collection from the best productions of poetry and song representating a wide range of authors and containing poems of the home circle, narratives, beauties of nature, poems of sentiment and reflection, of sorrow and bereavement, of childhood and youth, etc., etc., and a large department of poems relating to religion and the spiritual life . y light di-vine,Pervading worlds, hath reached my bosomtoo;Yes, in my spirit doth thy spirit shine, As shines the sunbeam in a drop of ! but I live, and on hopes pinions fly, Eager, toward thy presence; for in theeI live, and breathe, and dwell; aspiringhigh,Even to the throne of thy am, O God! and surely thou must be! Thou art! directing, guiding all, thou art!Direct my understanding, then, to thee;Control my spirit; guide my wandering. but an atom midst immensity,Still I am something, fashioned by thyhand;I hold a middle rank twixt heaven andearth,On the last verge of mortal being stand,Close to the realm where angels havetheir birth,Just on the boundaries of the spirit-land. The chain of being is complete in me; In me is matters last gradation lost,And the next step is spirit—Deity! I can command the lightning, and amdust!A monarch, and a slave; a worm, a god!Whence came I here, and how, so mar-velouslyConstructed and conceived? unknown! thisclod. POEMS OF RELIGION—God, Adoration. 401 Lives surely through some higher en-ergy;For, from itself alone, it could not be. Creator! yes, thy wisdom and thy wordCreated me! Thou source of life andgood!Thou spirit of my spirit, and my Lord!Thy light, thy love, in the bright pleni-tude,Filled me with an immortal soul, to springOver the abyss of death, and bade it wearThe garments of eternal day, and wingIts heavenly flight beyond this little sphere,Even to its source—to thee, its authorthere. O thoughts ineffable! O visions blest!Though worthless our conceptions all ofthee,Yet shall thy shadowed image fill our
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