The omnipresence of the deity, a poem

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Samuel Maunder, 1828 - 203 pages
 

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Page 100 - Go, child of darkness, see a Christian die; No horror pales his lip, or rolls his eye ; No dreadful doubts, or dreamy terrors, start The hope Religion pillows on his heart, When with a dying hand he waves adieu To all who love so well, and weep so true : Meek, as an infant to the mother's breast Turns fondly longing for its wonted rest, He pants for where congenial spirits stray, Turns to his God, and sighs his soul away.
Page 11 - The leaves all flutt'ring with instinctive fears, The waters curling with a fellow dread, A breezeless fervour round creation spread, And, last, the heavy rain's reluctant shower, With big drops patt'ring on the tree and bower, While wizard shapes the...
Page 11 - Fancy follow'd with immortal force? There's not a blossom fondled by the breeze, There's not a fruit that beautifies the trees, There's not a particle in sea or air, But nature owns thy plastic influence there ! With...
Page 112 - Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends...
Page 59 - And blissful hopes, harmonious with the day. " On thy still dawn, while holy music peals, And far around the lingering echo steals, What heart communes not with the day's repose, And bursts the thraldom of terrestrial woes?
Page 144 - Have worn away, — their's is the fame, Immortal and sublime ! For who can tread on Freedom's plain, Nor wake her dead to life again ? Oh, to have seen the marching bands, And heard the battle-clash, Have seen their weapon-clenching hands, And eyes' defiant flash, — Their radiant shields and dancing crests, And corselets on their swelling breasts!
Page 40 - With bosoms firing to partake the fray ; The first, with hearts that consecrate the deed, All eager rush to vanquish or to bleed, Like young waves racing in the morning sun, That rear and leap with reckless fury on. But mark yon war-worn man who looks on high With thought and...
Page 22 - Full in her dreamy light, the moon presides, Shrined in a halo, mellowing as she rides ; And far around, the forest and the stream Bathe in the beauty of her emerald beam...
Page 167 - Wilia being swollen with rain, and the bridges destroyed, the Emperor, impatient of the obstacle, commanded a body of Polish cavalry to cross by swimming. They did not hesitate to dash into the river. But ere they reached the middle of the stream, the irresistible torrent broke their ranks, and they were swept down and lost almost to a man...

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