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A THOUGHT ON THE SEA-SHORE.
“ Though he be not far from every one of us.”—Acts, xvii. 27.
BEYOND, beyond that boundless sea,
Above that dome of sky,
Thy dwelling is on high :
That Thou, my God, art nigh :
Art nigh, and yet my labouring mind
Feels after Thee in vain,
Or to Thy seat attain.
Thy path, the trackless main
These speak of Thee with loud acclaim;
They thunder forth thy praise,
The glorious honour of Thy name,
The wonders of Thy ways:
Nor in day's glorious blaze.
We hear thy voice, when thunders roll,
Through the wide fields of air.
Yet still Thou art not there.
Where shall I find Him, O my soul,
Who yet is every where?
Oh, not in circling depth, or height,
But in the conscious breast,
Present to faith, though veil'd from sight,
There does His Spirit rest.
And make thy creature blest.
Happisburgh, June, 1822.
MYSTERIOUS Visitant, whose beauteous light
Among the wondering stars so strangely gleams ! Like a proud banner in the train of Night,
Th’emblazon'd flag of Deity it streams
Infinity is written on thy beams; And thought in vain would through the pathless sky
Explore thy secret course. Thy circle seems Too vast for Time to grasp. Oh, can that Eye Which numbers hosts like thee, this atom Earth
O Thou, my every hope, my only fear!
Father of lights, round whom the systems roll, With all their suns and comets, sphere on sphere,
Thine all-pervading energy the soul,
Thyself the centre of the mighty whole !
And truth with irresistible control
Then shall I shudder at the guilty past,
Feeling thy awful presence on my heart.
Oh, on my trembling soul thy mercy dart,
Thou wert all-present, and I saw Thee not:
Thou art my bliss, and yet I said, Depart: Murmur'd, though boundless Goodness fix'd my lot:And wilt Thou own the soul that Thee so oft forgot?
O wondrous thought! the High and Holy One
Inhabiting eternity, will make
Whose rising beams on brbs innumerous break,
Doth shine as much for the poor reptile's sake. To Him is nothing great, is nothing small.
He fills a world: He bids the insect take
Its being full of bliss : He form'd them all.
Man-man, though in the dust his reptile birth,
Behold his nature now to God allied ;
By ties that shall eternally abide.
Let suns, let systems perish-Jesus died : Nor shall one vital spark be quench'd in night,
Which God has kindled. Here, my soul, confide, Safe in the arms of Everlasting Might, And circled with the beams of Upcreated Light.