Efterretninger fra Adresse-Contoiret i Bergen, 1776-01-08
Følgende Medlemmer ere nyelig tilkomne i det bergenske Læse-Sælskab: Hr. Niels Elsted, Veier ved Bergens Toldsted, Frue Oberstinde Fasting. Hr. Frederich Foswinckel Frue Majorinde Frøchen. Hr. Hempel, Regiments FeltskierHr. Dam Lau, Justitz=Raad og Oplagsskriver Hr. Christopher Henrich Lau, Studiosus, Frøken Richellien. Hr. Hans Henrich von Schacht, Oberst og Chef for det 2det bergenhusiske Regiment, Hr. Hr. Diederich Lyder Smith, Kiøbmand Hr. Andreas Theting, Kiøbmand. G. Fahre. Slutningen af det Engelske, afbrudt, i No. 50 sidstafvigte Aar. Nature, attend, join every living soul, Beneath the spacions temple of the sky, In adoration join, and, ardent, raise One general song, to Him, ye vocal gales, Brethe soft, whose Spirit in your freshess breathes: Oh talk of Him in foletary glooms Where, overthe rocks, the scarcely waving pineFills the browushade with afreligions awe. Andye, whose holder note is heard afar, Who shake th aftonisked word, lift high to heaven, Thimpetuoussong, and say from whom op rage. His praise, yebrook, attune, yetrembling tilAndlet me catch it as 1 muse along. De headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Vesofter floods, that led the humid maae Along the vale, and thou, majestie Main, Asecret word of wonders in thyselt, Sound His stupendeous praise, whose greatermoice, Or bids von raar, or bids vour roaring fall. Soft roll vour incense, herbs and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, hose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumesyou, and whose pencilPaints. Ne Forests bend, ve harvests wave to HimBreathe your still song into the reapers heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moen. Ve that keep wach in heaven, asearth asleer Unconscions lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ve constellation, whille vour angels strike, Amidst the spangled Sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day, best image here belowOfthy Creator, ever pouring vide, From word to word, the vital Ocean round, On nature vrite with every beam His praise. Thethunder rolls, be huushed the prostrate word; While cloud to cloud returns the solem hym. Bleat out afresh, ye hills: ye mossy rocks, Retain the sound: the brod responsive lowe, te Valleys, raise, for the Great Shepherd reigns: And His unsuffering Kingdom et vill comTe Woodlands all, awake: a boundles song, Burst from the groves Land when the restless dan, Expiring, lays the warbling word asleep, Sweetest of Birds! sweet Philomela, charm Thelistningshades and teachthenighthis praise. Ve chief, for whom the whole creation imiles, At once the hed, the heart, andtongne ofall, Crown the great hym! in svarming cities vast, Assembled men, to the deeporgan join The long refounding voice, oft bresking eller, At solemn pauses, through the swelling base, And, as cach mingling flamme increases cach, In one united ardor rise to heaven. Or if vou rather chuse the ruralshade, And find a fane in every facred grove, There let the bepherd's flute, the virgins lay, Thee promting Seraph, and the poets lyre, Still sing the God of Season, as they foll. Forme, when I forget the darling themme, Whether the blossom blows, the summer rayRussets the plain, iuspiring autumn gleams; Or winter rises in the blackening cast; Be my tongne mue, may faney paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat, Should fate command me to thefarthest verge Ofthe green earth, to distant barbarous climes. Rivers unknown to song; where first the sunGilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flammes on th at antic Isles, tis noughtto me Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the Vod waste as in the city full; And where He vital breathes, there must bejoy. When even at last the folemn hourshall come, And wing my mystic flight to future mords, Ichearfull will obey; there, with new powers. Willerising monders sing: Ican not go Where Universal Love nor smiles around, Sustaining all von orbs and all their sons; From seeming evil still educing god, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression. But I lose, Mysels in Him, in Light Inaffable. Comethen, expressive silence, muse His praise Heraf udkommer hver Mandag et Blad fra det bergenske Adresse-Contoir hos G. Bro