MISCELLANIES. A MIDNIGHT HYMN TO DEITY. How grand and awful is this midnight hour! The world is still-and not a sound disturbs While all its scenes and all its noise are fled, 10 Truths strike the mind with more impressive force. A MIDNIGHT HYMN. Almighty Power in his eternal counsels, The sun roll'd burning from the hand of God. "Let us make man"---spoke then Almighty power, In image like his God; " and let his rule Be over earth, and all that earth contains." He Then from the dust, see man to being rise, Firm and erect, with eye upturn'd to Heaven, spurns the earth beneath him with his feet, And sways the sceptre o'er the prostrate world. Array'd in glory like his father God, Man thus abode not--but from honour fell. The gates of Paradise were closed against him, Its shades no more would shelter his repose; "Where came the voice of God at early morn." 31 40 |