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Blest be the eye which lives that day to see! The grave may wrap me ere its glorious sun;
Even, Father, as Thou wilt; but Thou art He That sees the sparrow perish from thy throne. Father, in life or death, thy sovereign will be done. CRABBE.
YE stars, bright legions, that, before all time,
Who bade through heaven your golden chariots wheel? Yet who, earthborn, can see your hosts, nor feel Immortal impulses. Eternity!
What wonder if the o'erwrought soul shall reel With its own weight of thought, and the wild eye See fate within your tracks of sleepless glory lie?
For ye behold the MIGHTIEST. From that steep,
gaze of Adam fixed from Paradise ;
The wanderers of the deluge saw it spring
Above the mountain surge, and hailed its rise, Lighting their lonely track with hope's celestial dyes.
O, LISTEN, man!
A voice within us speaks that startling word,
Of morning sung together, sound forth still
Thick-clustering orbs, and this our fair domain,
The tall, dark mountains, and the deep-toned seas,
Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath!
In the gay woods and in the golden air,-
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
Might wear out life, like thee, 'mid bowers and brooks, And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
And music of kind voices ever nigh;
And, when my last sand twinkled in the glass,