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 | The complete works, poetry and prose, of the Rev. Edward Young prefixed, a life of the author, by John Doran ... With eight illustrations on steel, and a portrait. In two volumes |  |
There flow redundant; like Meander, flow
Back to thy fountain; to that parent Power
Who gives the tongue to sound, the thought to soar,
The soul to be. Men homage pay to men;
Thoughtless beneath whose dreadful eye they bow
In mutual awe profound, of clay to clay,
Of guilt to guilt; and turn their backs on Thee,
Great Sire! whom thrones celestial ceaseless sing;
To prostrate angels an amazing scene!
O the presumption of man's awe for man!—
Man's Author, End, Restorer, Law, and Judge!
Thine, all; Day thine, and thine this gloom of Night,
With all her wealth, with all her radiant worlds.
What night eternal, but a frown from Thee?
What heaven's meridian glory, but Thy smile?
And shall not praise be Thine? not human praise,
While Heaven's high host on hallelujahs live?
Back to thy fountain; to that parent Power
Who gives the tongue to sound, the thought to soar,
The soul to be. Men homage pay to men;
Thoughtless beneath whose dreadful eye they bow
In mutual awe profound, of clay to clay,
Of guilt to guilt; and turn their backs on Thee,
Great Sire! whom thrones celestial ceaseless sing;
To prostrate angels an amazing scene!
O the presumption of man's awe for man!—
Man's Author, End, Restorer, Law, and Judge!
Thine, all; Day thine, and thine this gloom of Night,
With all her wealth, with all her radiant worlds.
What night eternal, but a frown from Thee?
What heaven's meridian glory, but Thy smile?
And shall not praise be Thine? not human praise,
While Heaven's high host on hallelujahs live?
| The complete works, poetry and prose, of the Rev. Edward Young prefixed, a life of the author, by John Doran ... With eight illustrations on steel, and a portrait. In two volumes | |