Far beyond reason's height, and Now, better taught by thee, O Lord! reached Only by childlike love. This truth dawns on my mind, The best effect of heavenly light Is earth's false eyes to blind. Workman of God! oh, lose not heart, He whom no praise can reach is aye But learn what God is like; And in the darkest battle-field Thou shalt know where to strike. Thrice blest is he to whom is given Blest, too, is he who can divine And dares to take the side that seems Wrong to man's blindfold eye. For right is right, since God is God; Men's least attempts approving; When we ourselves least kindly are, Only the poison find. How Thou canst think so well of us, Yet habits linger in the soul; Had Socrates, for godlike virtue | And crashing spreads in ruin o'er the famed, tides. [From The Shipwreck.] A SUNSET PICTURE. THE sun's bright orb, declining all serene, Now glanced obliquely o'er the woodland scene; Creation smiles around; on every spray The warbling birds exalt their evening lay; Blithe skipping o'er yon hill, the fleecy train Join the deep chorus of the lowing plain; The golden lime and orange there were seen |