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    And , O , can a being so great as He 13 end down to the earth His ear ; Can children of day , so frail as we , [ n His awful presence appear ? 0 yes ! to His throne even we may rise , To us is His promise given : for a broken heart is a sacrifice Which will find its way to heaven .

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    Wednesday Evening . The hour of peace resumes again Its tranquil , silent , solemn reign : Sorrow a short probation knows

    On the soft couch of calm repose , And all is still . —The Eternal One Hath risen from his glorious throne , And now on midnight ' s raven-pinions Surveys His infinite dominions .

    And who but Thou the world could keep , When buried thus in evening ' s sleep ? And who but Thou could bid it wake , When o ' er the hills the day-beams break ? Or who could bid those day-beams rise When general darkness wraps the skies ? In every thing Thy hand we see , And more than every thing in Thee .

    But who can count the countless throng That wake to hear the morning ' s song , Or tell the infinite train that rest Ov erwatched by Thee on evening ' s breast * All from Thy presence joy receiving , All on Thy generous bourfty living ? And we , the lowliest and the least , With thy peculiar favour blest .

    Did earth upon our care depend , Decay would soon with misery blend ; Were we the counsellors of heaven , All , all would be to ruin driven : We , helpless as the ephemeral fly , And sightless as the adder ' s eve .

    But Thou in wisdom ' s chains hast bound The mighty universe around , And mountains' heights and vales' recess Speak Thy unwearied watchfulness ; And every sun that splendour gives , And every orb that light receives , And solemn night , and joyous day , And mountain stream and forest lay , And waves and waterfalls and showers , And trees and shrubs and fruits and flowers , And all that nature's face reveals , And all that nature ' s womb concealsap A ace , earth , heaven , time , eternity , * e all upheld , great God I by Thee . Ours is a hurried pilgrimage , * outh beckons to the steps of age ,

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    And youth and age too swiftly meet , The angel of the tomb to greet : And soon , the rays of life are gone , And soon the time-enduring sun Which shines so brightly on our head , Will shine upon our funeral bed .

    Enough—if while we journey here Some visions from that holier sphere , Where the Great Spirit sits array'd In splendour—light this prison shade . Enough—if in this vale of tears Some heavenly strains should reach our ears ,

    Remotely echoed from trae hymn Of cherubim and seraphim . Enough—if in these earthly bowers Some leaves of those immortal flowers Which bloom in living fragrance sweet , Should grow spontaneous at our feet .

    Yes ! such Thy servants , Lord ! have

    knownfeuch effluence from Thy burning throne . And such be mine—and when at last Life ' s summer evening shall be past , The shades of death shall curtain me—And I repose—o ' erwatched by Thee . A . 1 ^^^ _

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    Poetry . —Lines by Mr . Roseoe . 423

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    LINES By Mr . Roscoe , On receiving from Dr . Rush , of Philadelphia , during the War , a piece of the Tree under which William Penn made his treaty with the Indians , which was blown down in 1812 , and the part sent converted to the purpose of an ink-stand .

    From clime to clime , from shore to shore , The war-fiend rais'd his hateful yell :

    And ' midst the storms that realms deplore * Penn ' s honour'd Tree of Concord fell .

    And of that Tree , that ne ' er again Shall Spring ' s reviving influence know , A relic , o ' er the Atlantic main , Was sent—the gift of foe to foe . But though no more its ample shade Wave green beneath Columbia ' s sky ; Though every branch be now decayed , And all its scatter ed leaves be dry ;

    Yet , ' midst this relic ' 3 sainted space , A health-restoring flood shall spring , In whick the angel-form of Peace , May stoop to dip her dove-like wing . So once the staff the prophet bore , By wondering eyes again was seen To swell with life through every pore , And bud afresh with foliage green . The witfeerfd branch again shall grow , Till o ' er the earth its shade extend ; And this- —the gift pf foe to foe-Become the gift of friend to friend . ^ M

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 2, 1821, page 423, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2502/page/43/