New facolties, or learns at least to employ
More worthily the powers she owned before,
Discerus in all things what, with stupid gaze
of ignorance, till then she overlooked,
A ray of heavenly lig't.gilding all forms
Terrestrial in the vast and the minute;
The unambiguous footsteps of the God,
Who gives its lustre to an insect's wing,

And wheels his throne upon the rolling worlds. : Much conversant with heaven, she often holds

With those fair ministers of light to man, That fill the skies nightly with silent pomp, Sweet conference. Inquires what strains were they With which heaven rang, when every star, in haste To gratulate the new-created carth, Sent forth a voice, and all the sons of God Shouted for joy.-"Tell me, ye shining hosts, “That navigate a sea that knows no storms, “Beneath a váult unsullied with a cloud, “If from

your elevation, whence ye view Distinctly scenes invisible to man, “ And:systems, of whose birth no tidings yet

Have reached this nether world, ye spy a race " Favoured as our's; transgressors from the womb, “And hasting to a grave, yet doomed to rise, "And to possess a brighter heaven than your's? " As one, who long detained on foreign shores, * Panis to return, and when he sees afar

Hiscountry's weather-bleach'dand batter'd rocks, “ From the green wave emerging, darts an eye

.

" Radiant with joy towards the happy land; “So I with animated hopes behold, "And many an aching wish, your beamy fires, “That show like beacons in the blue abyss, “Ordained to guide the embodied spirit hoine "From toilsome life to never-ending rest. “Love kindles as I gaze. I feel desires, " That give assurance of their own success, “And that infused from heaven must thither tend."

So reads he nature, whom the lamp of truth Illuminates. Thy lamp, mysterious word! Which whoso sees no longer wanders lost, With intellects bemazed in endless doubt, But runs the road of wisdom. Thou bast built With means, that were not till by thee employed, Worlds, that had never been hadst thou in strength Been less, or less benevolent than strong, They are thy witnesses, who speak thy power And goodness infinite, but speak in ears, That hear not, or receive not their report, In vain thy creatures testify of thee, Till tlou proclaim thyself. Their's is indeed A teaching voice; but 'tis the praise of thine, * That whom it teaches it makes prompt to learn, And with the boon gives talents for its use. Till thou art heard, imaginations vain Possess the heart, and fables false as hell; Yet, deemed oracular, lure down to death The uninformed and heedless souls of men. We give to chance, blind chance, ourselves as blind,

The glory of thy work; which yet appears
Perfect and unimpeacheable of blame,
Challenging human scrutiny, and proved
Then skilful most when most severely judged.
But chance is not; or is not where thou reignest:
Thy providence forbids that fickle power
(If power she be that works but to confound)
To mix her wild vagaries with thy laws.
Yet thus we dote, refusing while we can
Instruction, and inventing to ourselves
Gods such as guilt makes welcome; gods that sleep,
Or disregard our follies, or that sit
Amused spectators of this bustling stage.
Thee we reject, unable to abide
Thy purity, till pure as thou art pure,
Made such by thee, we love thee for that cause
For which we sbunned and hated thee before.
Then we are free. Then liberty, like day,
Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from heaven
Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.
A voice is heard, that mortal ears hear not
Till thou hast touched them; 'tis the voice of song,
A loud Hosanna sent from all thy works;
Which he that hears it with a shout repeats,
And adds his rapture to the general praise.
In that blest moment Nature, throwing wide
Her veil opaque, discloses with a smile
The author of her beauties, who, retired
Behind his own creation, works unseen
By the impure, and hears his power denied.

Thou art the source and centre of all minds,
Their only point of rest, eternal Word!
From thee departing they are lost, and rove
At random without honour, hope, or peace.
From thee is all, that sooths the life of man,
His high endeayoor, and his glad success,
His strength to suffer, and his will to serve,
But oh, thou bounteous Giver of all good,
Thou art of all thy gifts thyself the crown!
Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor;
And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.

BOOK VÍ.

THE WINTER WALK AT NOON.

The A

Lrgument,

Bells. at a distance.--Their effect. -A fine noon in winter,

-A sheltered walk-Meditation better than books.-Our familiarity with the course of nature makes it appear less wonderful than it is.—The transformation that spring effects in a shrubbery described. A mistake concerning the course of nature corrected. God maintains it by an unremitted act.-The amusements fashionable at this hour of the day reproved.—Animals happy, a delightful sight. Origin of cruelty to animals. That it is a great crime proved from scripture.—That proof illustrated by a tale.A line drawn between the lawful and unlawful destruction of them. Their good and useful properties insisted on.Apology for the encomiums bestowed by the author on animals.- Instances of man's extravagant praise of man.The groans of the creation shall have an end.--A view taken of the restoration of all things. An invocation and -an invitation of him who shall bring it to pass. –The reo tired man vindicated from the charge of uselessness.Conclusion

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds,
And as the mind is pitched the ear is pleased
With melting airs or mártial, brisk or grave,