Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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ALL THINGS A HYMN TO GOD. |
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ALL THINGS A HYMN TO GOD.
Hear'st thou the Hymn? from star to star it flows,Like the deep sound of many waters; on,
For ever on, thro' boundless space — not one
Sole Thing, but duly pays the Debt it owes
Of Praise, according to its kind! the Rose-
-E's Scent and Beauty are its hymn! the sun
With each Daysdawn, and when his Course is run,
Sets forth with colours fairer far than those
Of Raphael, on the Clouds that bar his way,
His Maker's Glory, And as from the Sky
They melt, with silent Language for the Eye,
They hymn his Praise! — And thou, my Soul, too play
Thy Part; and under his Name modestly
Work out the Godlike, like the Stars, nor pray
For vain reward or Recompense, for by
Becoming Godlike will thou best repay
At once thyself, and serve the Deity!
The Rose is quite a Rose, and what that can
Accomplish, canst not thou? be quite a Man!
Then will thy Being, like the Rose's, be
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Fit, like its Scent, to mix with Ether, free
As Angels, yea! an Angel verily!
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