The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1822-03-06
POETRY.
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Specimen Of Russian Poetry.
GODS

GODS
o Thou eternal Ono whose presence bright
All space doth occupy, all motion guide
Unchanged through times all devastating fights
Thou only God. Ibers,is no God beside
Being above all bslngs! Three in One
Whom none comprehend and none explores
Who Mist existence with 1nysey alone
Embracing sl',--suppor,ing,-- DER sn-
Being whom we call GOD-snd know no more
In its sublime research, Philosophy
May measure out the ocean decp--msy count
1be sands or the sans ray's-but, God tor Thee
There is no weight nor measure none Can mount
Up thy histories Reason's brightest spark
Though kiudcd by Thy light, in vain would Try
To trace Ihy counsels, infiuite aud dark
And thought 10 lost eve thought can soar so hsxh,
Even like past moments in e,ctniiy.
Thou from rrmeyal nothingne.s didst call
First chaos, then existence Lord ION Thee
Eternity had It's foundation nll
Sprung forth from T!lee - Of light, Joy. harmony,
Sole origin ,--si life, all beauty thine,
Thy word created all. and both create;
Thy spcndor fills ali SPACE with rays divine.
Thou art, aud vert, and shall be Glorious Great
tight'giving, Iight.su,taning Poieniats!
Thy chains the unnessured universe surround
Upheld by Thee, by Thee inspired with bresth!
Thou the beginning With the end hast bound,
Aud beautifully mingled life and desthl ,
A. sparks mount upwards fom the fiery blaze
So suns are born, worlds spring forth from Thee
And as the spangies in the sunny IS
Shine round the silver snow. the pageantry
Of heavens bright army g!ilters in rby prsise.
A million torches, lighted by thy hand,
Wander unwAried through The blue abyss s,.t
They own Thy power, accomplish Thy command,
Az gay with life. all eloquent with blips, g,-.
hats hail We nf rhr al
A glorious coT?a,y Of golden stresms-
lamps Of celestial ether burning bright
suns GSbiing systems with their oyous beams
But Thou TO these Art as The noon 10 night.
Yes!sss'drop Of water in the sea,
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What are ten thousand worlds compared 70 Thee
And what nm 4 thcn Heavens oDnumber'd host,
Though multiplied by myriads, and Array'd
in aii the glory of sab'imest thoughts
is but nh atoIn in tho BALANCE weigifd
Against Thy greaiDcsss 10 cypier brought
sainst in6nity What am then Nou,Mi .
NouSht. but the eflukncc Of tby light divine,
perv. .jng worlds, hath reachd my bosom yJos
Yes an my spirit doth Thy spiri, shine
AS shines The sunbeam 10 drop cf dew.
Nougbt bat live, and on hopes pirions ty
Eager towards Thy prcseBse Tor ia Thee.
! live, and breathe, AMI dwell aspiring h,gh.
Even 10 tine throne Of Thy divnny.
am, God and surely IAou must be
Thou art directing, guiding all. Thou sr,
Dres, my unde rstandnY then 10 Thee;
Control my spirit, guide my wandering Lcact;
Though but an atom midst immensSey, .,,
Still am something, fashioned by 1hy hand
hold middle rank ',wix, heaven and earth,
On the last verge Of mortal beng stand, ,.
Close to the realms where angels kave tbcir bigth,
Just on the boundaries OF the spirit-lanj
The chain Of being is complete in me;
In me is matters ,Ast grsdation lost,
And the next stspis spiri,--Oeiv
can command the lightning and am dust
a monarch and n slave worm, a Sodi
Whsnce came here, and how SO marvelluusly
Gonstrvcted and conceived unknown this clod
hives surely IN ough some higher energy;
Eor from itself alone it cosld not be-
Creator yes Thy wistlnm and Thy word
Created me Thou source of life I'D good
Thou spirit of my spirit, and my Lord
Thy light, Thy love, in their bright p'enltude
fGll'd me with an immortal stui, ospt,ng
Over the abyss Of death, anil babe Il wear
The garments OF eternal day. and wing
As hcavcniy Aisht beyond this little sphere,
Eyen TO its source--to Fhoe-,s Au,hor there
q thoughts inctTable 20 visions blcsti
Though worthless oug conceptions all OF Thee,
yc, Shall our shadowed image Al our breast.
And watt its homage otly Deity.
God thus alone my owly thoughts can soari
Thus seek Thy Presencc--Being wise and good;
Midst Thy vast works admire. obey, adore,
And xhcn the tongue is eloquent no more,
The soul shall speak in tears Of gratitude.
This 10 the poem Of which coiovnin says in his
narrative. that il hss' been rendered into japanese by
order Of the Emperor, and is hung up. embroidered
with gold, IN the Temple Of yeddo. learn from
the periodicals, that honor something similar has
been done in ChoA TO the same poem. It hss been
translated into the Chinese aud Tartar languages.
written OH piece ofrich silk, aud suspended in the
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