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In Memoriam, Conclusion.





One God, one law, one element,

And one far-off divine event, "I cry unto thee daily." - Ps. Ixxxvi. 3.

To which the whole creation moves. O, EVER from the deeps

TENNYSON. Within my soul, oft as I muse alone, Comes forth a voice that pleads in tender tone ; Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor ; As when one long unblest

And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away. Sighs ever after rest ;

The Task: Winter Morning Walk.
Or as the wind perpetual murmuring keeps.
I hear it when the day

God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.
Fades o'er the hills, or 'cross the shimmering sea;

Of Immortality.
In the soft twilight, as is wont to be,
Without my wish or will,

Yet I shall temper so
While all is hushed and still,

Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Like a sad, plaintive cry heard far away.

Thein fully satisfied, and thee appease.

Paradise Lost, Book x.
Not even the noisy crowd,
That like some mighty torrent rushing down Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
Sweeps clamoring on, this cry of want can drown ; A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,
But ever in my heart

Atoms or systems into ruin hurled,
Afresh the echoes start ;

And now a bubble burst, and now a world. I hear them still amidst the tumult loud.

Essity ou Man, Epistle I. Each waking morn anew

And He that doth the ravens feed, The sense of many a need returns again ;

Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, I feel myself a child, helpless as when

Be comfort to my age !
I watched my mother's eye,

As You Like Il, Actii. Sc. 3.
As the slow hours went by,
And from her glance my being took its hue.

My God, my Father, and my Friend,
I cannot shape my way

Do not forsake me at my end. Where nameless perils ever may betide,

Translation of Dies Ira.

EARL OF ROSCOMMON, O’er slippery steeps whereon my feet may slide ; Some mighty hand I crave,

As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, To hold and help and save,

As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : Anıl guide me ever when my steps would stray.

To Him no high, no low, no great, no small ;

He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all! There is but One, 1 know,

Essay on Man, Epistle 1.
That all my hourly, endless wants can meet ;
Can shield from harm, recall my wandering feet ; To God the Father, God the Son,
My God, thy hand can feed

And God the Spirit, three in one ;
And day by day can lead

Be honor, praise, and glory given, Where the sweet streams of peace and safety flow. By all on earth, and all in heaven.

Glory to the Father and the Son.







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Of man's first disobedience and the fruit Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place,

Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste (Portentous sight !) the owlet Atheism,

Brought death into the world and all our woe.

Paradise Lost, Book i.
Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon,
Drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, Though every prospect pleases,
And, hooting at the glorious Sun in Heaven,

And only man is vile.
Cries out,
Where is it?”

Missionary Hymn.
Fears in Solitude.


And he that does one fault at first, An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange

And lies to hide it, makes it two. For Deity offended !

Divine Songs.

DR. I. WATTS. Epistle to a Young Friend.


But, sad as angels for the good man's sin, PREACHING AND MISSIONS.

Weep to record, and blush to give it in. I preached as never sure to preach again,

Pleasures of Hope.

T. CAMPBELL. And as a dying man to dying men.

About some act,
Love breathing Thanks and Praise.

That has no relish of salvation in 't.
What in me is dark

Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 2.
Illumine, what is low raise and support ;
That to the height of this great argument

Long is the way
I may assert eternal Providence,

And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.

Paradise Lost, Book ii.
And justify the ways of God to men.
Paradise Lost, Book i.

Time flies, death urges, knells call, heaven in- The oldest sins the newest kind of ways.

Henry IV., Part II. Activ. Sc. 4.
Hell threatens.

So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Night Thoughts, Night ii.

Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost. If goodness lead him not, yet weariness

Evil, be thou my good.

Paradise Lost, Book iv.
May toss him to my breast.
The Pulley.


Vice is a monster of so frightful mien Religion stands on tiptoe in our land,

As to be hated, needs but to be seen. Ready to pass to the American strand.

Essay on Man, Epistle II.

O shame, where is thy blush?
From Greenland's icy mountains,

Hamlet, Ac iii. Sc. 4.
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand.

Servant of God, well done. Missionary Hymn.







The Church Militant.




Paradise Lost, Book vi.





As ever in my great taskmaster's eye.

On his being arrived to the Age of Twenty-three.
I see the right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue. And sure the eternal Master found
Metamorphoses, vii, 20. Tr. of Tate & Stonestreet.

His single talent well employed.
Verses on Robert Levet.

Where is the man who has not tried
How mirth can into folly glide,

Consideration, like an angel, came And folly into sin !

And whipped the offending Adam out of him. The Bridal of Triermain, Cant. i.

Henry V.. Ac i, Sc. 1.

SHAKESPEARE. There is a method iu man's wickedness,

Leave her to Heaven, It grows up by degrees.

And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, A King and no King, Art v. Sc. 4.

To prick and sting her.
BEAUMONT and FLETCHER. Hamlet, Adri. Se 5.

SHAKESPEARE Ay me, how many perils doe enfold

Why should not conscience have vacation, The righteous man, to make him daily fall. As well as other courts o'th' nation? Facrie Queene, Book i.

Hudibras, Part II. Cant. ii.


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The Traveller.


scorn. Retirement.


HYPOCRISY. Now conscience wakes despair That practised falsehood under saintly shew, That slumbered, wakes the bitter memory Deep malice to conceal, couched with revenge. Of what he was, what is, and what must be. Paradise Lost, Book iv. Paradise Lost, Book iv.

With devotion's visage, What exile from himself can flee?

And pious action, we do sugar o'er To zvues though more and more remote

The devil himself. Still, still pursues, where'er I be,

Hamlet, Act ill. Sc. i.
The bright of life the demon Thought.

I waive the quantum o' the sin,
Chilae Harold, Cant. i.
Parl.e quis exsul

The hazard of concealing ;
Se quoque fugit.

But, och! it hardens a' within,
Book ii. Ode avii.


And petrifies the feeling.

Epistle to a Young Friend. FLEETING GOOD. Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view. Built God a church, and laughed his word to

COWPER. The good he scorned Stalkeä os reiuctant, like an ili-used ghost,

But then I sigh, and with a piece of scripture Not to return; or, if it did, in visits

Tell them that God bids us do good for evil : Like those of angels, short and far between.

And thus I clothe my naked villany

With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ, The Grave, Part II.

And seem a saint when most I play the devil. HELL.

King Richard III., Ad i. Sc. 3. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.

And the devil did grin, for his darling sin Inferno Cant. iii.

Is pride that apes humility.

The Devil's Thoughts.
Which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ?
Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell ;

And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep,

Christians have burnt each other, quite perStill threatening to devour me, opens wide,

suaded To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.

That all the Apostles would have done as they Paradise Lost, Book iv.


Don Juan, Cant, i.
When all the world dissolves,
And every creature shall be purified,

Till Peter's keys some christened Jove adorn, All places shall be hell that are not heaven. And Pan to Moses lends his pagan horn.

C. MARLOWE. The Dunciad, Book iii.









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Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms.

BELIEF AND DOUBT. English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,

One in whom persuasion and belief

Had ripened into faith, and faith become
The enormous faith of many made for one.
Essay on Man, Epistle III.

A passionate intuition.

The Excursion, Book vi.
Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars,
White, black, and gray, with all their trumpery Which of themselves our minds impress ;

Nor less I deern that there are Powers
That we can feed this mind of ours.

In a wise passiveness.

Expostulation and Reply.
In Adam's fall
We simned all.

But there are wanderers o'er Eter:ity

Whose bark drives on and on, and anchored My Book and Heart

ne'er shall be. Must never part.

Childe Harold, Cani. iii.

Paradise Lost, Book iii.




Young Obadias,
David, Josias,
All were pious.

Whose faith has centre everywhere,
Nor cares to fix itself to form.


In Memoriam.


Peter denyed

But Faith, fanatic Faith, once weddel fast His Lord, and cryed.

To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.

Lalla Rookh : Verled Prophet of Khorassan,
Young Timothy
Learnt sin to fly.

For forms of government let fools contest;

Whate'er is best administered is best :
Xerxes did die,

For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight ;
And so must I.

His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
Zaccheus he
Essay on Man, Epistle III.

Did climb the tree
Our Lord to see.

Perplexed in faith, but pure in deeds,

At last he beat his music out.
Now England Primer.

There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Hold thou the good : define it well :

Believe me, than in half the creeds. For fear divine Philosophy

Should push beyond her mark, and be Procuress to the Lords of Hell.

JESUS CHRIST. o'Star-eyed Science ! hast thou wandered there, Brightest and best of the sons of the morning ! To waft us home the message of despair ? Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid. Pleasures of Hope.

Epiphany .


In Memoriam.


In Memoriam.



Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes THE BIBLE.

Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, When love could teach a monarch to be wise, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And Gospel-light first dawned from Bullen's eyes. And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad ;

The nights are wholesome; then no planets

strike, Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true. No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,

So hallowed and so gracious is the time.

Education and Government.



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Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries !

And better had they ne'er been born,
Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.

In those holy fields,
Over whose acres walked those blessed feet
Which fourteen hundred years ago were nailed,
For our advantage, on the bitter cross.

ise Monastery

Henry IV.. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1.



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