GOD.
What is this mighty Breath, ye sages, say,
That, in powerful language, felt, not heard,
Instructs the fowls of heaven; and through their breast
These arts of love diffuses? What, but God?
Inspiring God! who, boundless Spirit all,
And unremitting Energy, pervades.
Adjusts, sustains, and agitates the whole.
The Seasons: Spring. J. THOMSON.
The Somewhat which we name but cannot know,
Ev'n as we name a star and only see
Its quenchless flashings forth, which ever show
And ever hide him, and which are not he.
Wordsworth's Grave, I. W. WATSON.
A Deity believed, is joy begun;
A Deity adored, is joy advanced;
A Deity beloved, is joy matured.
Each branch of piety delight inspires.
Night Thoughts, Night VIII. DR. E. YOUNG.
Thou, my all!
My theme! my inspiration! and my crown!
My strength in age! my rise in low estate!
My soul's ambition, pleasure, wealth!—my world!
My light in darkness! and my life in death!
My boast through time! bliss through eternity!
Eternity, too short to speak thy praise!
Or fathom thy profound of love to man!
Night Thoughts, Night IV. DR. E. YOUNG.
Happy the man who sees a God employed
In all the good and ill that checker life.
The Task, Bk. II. W. COWPER.
O thou, whose certain eye foresees
The fixed event of fate's remote decrees.
Odyssey, Bk. IV. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.
From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend,—
Path, motive, guide, original, and end.
The Rambler, No. 7. DR. S. JOHNSON.
Whatever is, is in its causes just.
Oedipus, Act. iii. Sc. 1. J. DRYDEN.
He that doth the ravens feed
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age!
As You Like It, Act. ii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perished, or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurled,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Essay on Man, Epistle I. A. POPE.
Yet I shall temper so
Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most
Them fully satisfied, and Thee appease.
Paradise Lost, Bk. X. MILTON.
God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.
Of Immortality. M.F. TUPPER.
Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place,
(Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism,
Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon,
Drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close,
And, hooting at the glorious Sun in Heaven,
Cries out, "Where is it?"
Fears in Solitude. S.T. COLERIDGE.
God sendeth and giveth, both mouth and the meat.
Points of Good Husbandry. T. TUSSER.
'T is Providence alone secures
In every change both mine and yours.
A Fable. W. COWPER.
Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor;
And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.
The Task: Winter Morning Walk. W. COWPER.
That God, which ever lives and loves,
One God, one law, one element,
And one far-off divine event,
To which the whole creation moves.
In Memoriam; Conclusion. A. TENNYSON.