And that in- | fused from | heaven | must❘ thither | tend. ។ | ។ ។ | ៕៕ 11-luminates. || Thy | lamp | mysterious word! |77| Which | whoso | sees no longer | wanders lost With intellects be mazed in | endless doubt, ។ But runs the | road of wisdom. 1 Worlds, that had never been hadst thou in | strength | Been less, or less be- | nevolent than | strong.91 They are thy witnesses, who | speak thy | In vain thy | creatures | testify of | thee, | Till thou pro- | claim thy- | self. | Theirs is indeed | Till thou art | heard, | i- | magi- | nations vain | Possess the heart; || and | fables | false as | hell, | Yet deemed o- | racular, | lure | down to | death, | The uninformed and heedless | souls of | men. 1771771 I We give to chance, blind | chance,ourselves as blind | The glory of thy | work; | which | yet ap- pears Perfect and | unim- | peachable of | blame, 991 Challenging | human | scrutiny, Then skilful most when most se and proved 1 But | chance is not; or is not where | thou | reignest; 111 Thy providence | for- | bids that | fickle | power (If power she | be that works but to con- 1 found) To mix her wild va- | garies with thy | | laws. 11 Yet thus we dote, re- | fusing | while we can Gods that sleep | Or | disre- | gard our | follies, | or that | sit ។ ។ 1771 Thee we reject un- | able to a- | bide | Thy | purity, till | pure as thou art | pure; 1771 we love thee for that cause For which we | shunned and | hated thee be- | fore | ។ ។ | ។។ | Then are we free. 77777 Then | liberty | like | day, Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from heaven Fires all the faculties A voice is heard, not with glorious joy. || that | mortal | ears hear Till thou hast | touched them; 'tis the voice of song, Aloud ho- | sanna | sent from Which he that hears it peats, all thy | works; 1 with a shout re- | And adds his | rapture | to the | general | praise. In- that blest | moment || Nature, | throw Her | veil o-paque, dis- | closes with a smile | The author of her | beauties, who re- | tired | Be-hind his own cre- ation, | works un- | seen By the im- pure, | and | hears his | power de- | nied. 1711 Thou art the source and centre of | all | minds, | Their only point of rest, word! e | ternal | From thee de- | parting, they are lost androve At random with- out honor, | hope, | or peace. 9|19| From thee is | all that | soothes the life of man, | His high en- | deavor, | and his | glad suc- | cess, 1 1 His strength to suffer, and his will to | But oh thou | bounteous | Giver of all good, Thou art of all thy | gifts thy- | self the crown! Give what thou canst, with- | out thee we are poor; | And with thee | rich, take what thou | wilt away. 1771771 | SONNET TO CYRIAC SKINNER. Milton. Cyriac, this three years' | day these | eyes Of sun, or | moon, or | star, | through- | out Of heart or hope; but still | bear | up and | steer | Right onward. What supports me ! dost thou ask? The conscience, | friend to have lost them | over- | plied ¦ side. | ។ ។ | ។ ។ | This thought might | lead me through the world's | vain mask Con- tent though | blind, I had I¦ no | better guide. My true ac- | count, | lest he re- turning chide; 111 Doth | God ex- act day | labor, || light de- | nied? | I fondly ask: But | patience to pre-vent | 1 That murmur, | soon re- | plies, God doth not need | |