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Contemplativemon God to fix
The Sabbath-day he blessed; 'Twas then his thoughts self-conquest pruned, And heavenly melancholy tuned,
To bless and bear the rest.
Serene-to sow the seeds of peace,
How sweetly Kidron purled-
When God had calmed the world.
Strong—in the Lord, who could defy
In sempiternal night;
To his undaunted might,
Constant-in love to God, the Truth,
To Jonathan his friend
His endless fame attend.
Pleasant and various as the year;
Priest, champion, sage, and boy;
Majestic was his joy,
Wise-in recovery from his fall,
Of all the most reviled;
And counsel to his child.
His muse, bright angel of his verse,
For all the pangs that rage;
The Abishag of his age.
He sang of God--the mighty source
On which all strength depends;
Commences, reigns, and ends.
Angels—their ministry and meed,
Or with their citterns wait;
The cherub and her mate.
Of man--the semblance and effect
For infinite applause-
And heroes in his cause.
The world--the clustering spheres He made,
Dale, champaign, grove, and hill;
And Wisdom hides her skill.
Trees, plants, and flowers of virtuous root; Gem yielding blossom, yielding fruit,
Choice gums and precious balm; Bless ye the nosegay in the vale, And with the sweetness of the gale
Enrich the thankful psalm.
loto's tuned to choral hymns
In thankful safety lurks;
Of God's recorded works.
Sigma presents the social droves
And man of all the chief;
For ocular belief.
Omega! greatest and the best,
For gratitude and thought;
And closed the infernal draught.
And infinite degree;
The lion and the bee !
There is but One who ne'er rebelled,
By pleasures unenticed ;
1. saw the God in Christ.
*** I AM, Jehovah said
Sitten to the heart,
without voice or sound,
Thou art-to give and to confirm,
All flesh thy bounties share:
Are meekness, peace, and prayer.
God armed the snail and wilk;
For her that yields thee milk.
Rise up before the hoary head,
Which says thou shalt not die: *Not as I will, but as Thou wilt,' Prayed He, whose conscience knew no guilt;
With Whose blessed pattern vie.
Use all thy passions ! love is thine,
Thine hope's eternal fort,
And rapture to transport.
Act simply, as occasion asks;
Till not with ass and bull:
Nor work thy flax with wool.
Distribute; pay the Lord His tithe,
Resort with those that weep:
And render as you reap.
Of fowl-even every beak and wing
That live in peace or prey;
The raven, swan, and jay.
Of fishes-every size and shape,
Devouring man to shun:
And love the glancing sun.
Of beasts—the beaver plods his task;
Nor yet the shades arouse;
The kids exult and browse.
Of gems-their virtue and their price,
Their darts of lustre sheath;
Among the mines beneath.
Blest was the tenderness he felt,
And did for audience call;
The frantic throes of Saul.
His furious foes no more maligned
And sense and soul detained;
Or in delight refrained.