The Litchfield County post., 1827-11-01
From the Ne,o- York Journal of Commerce.
A SONG TO DAVID

him Intimately and had ondness for him. t'by falling
upon his knees, and saying his prayers in the street
in any other unusual place. And again the Doctor
tells US: His inirmtes were not noxous to society
He insisted on peoples praying with hun; and I'd as
Eef' says he, in his manner, praC with Kit Smart as
any else" 1t thought proper however,by his
friends, have him confined in mad-house and to cut
him off from the of pen, ink and paper, to keep him
from writing poetry, which they wisely thought had
disordered his wits But they to be cured it
seems, this way, land in 'fnC frenzy that came up
him. or such certainly must have been) he inden
ted this strange but admirable Song to David," with
the cad of his key, upon the wainsco of his The
poem ITSELF according shows evident marks OF dis
ordered mind, in the witness of its strains ITS flghy
transitions and some unaccounable expressions that
have hitherto posed the wits of all others to find them
out. has, however, at the same time some passages
of great power ,andmay furnish specimens both OF SUBJ
Unity and beauty that have hardly ever been exceed
by any poet, and were certainly never equalled by
their author in his more rational moments We shall
give two three of them, which we think our real
ders, fthey have any taste Tor such things, Will ike to
see.
The poem breaks out in bold address to David, in
the following way -
OTHoU that sitst upon throne,
With harp of high majestic tone,
To praise the King of Kings:
And voice of Notwithstanding swell,
Which, while its deeper notes excel,
Clear, as CLARION, rings:
To bless each valley, grove, and coast,
And charm the cherubs to the post,
OF gratitude in throngs,
To keep the days on lions mount,
And send the year to his account,
With dances and with songs:
1t then proceeds to praise the Psams for his various
exceences, in some fine stanzas which we cannot
quote till touching upon his poetical power, it natu-
rally kindles into still finer strain;-
His muse, bright angel of his verse,
Gives balm for all the thorns that pierce,
For all the pangs that rage;
BEST light, still gaining on the gloom,
The more than Michael Of his bloom,
The Abshag of his age.
He sung of God-the mighty
OF all things-the stupendous force
On which all strength depends;
From whose right arm, beneath whose eyes,
All PERIOD power and enterprise
Commences, reigns, and ends
Anges-their ministry and need
Which to and fro with blessings speed,
Or with the citterns wait;
Where Michael, with his millions, bows,
Where dweils the seraph and his spouse,
The cherub and her mate.
OF man-the semblance and effect
of God and love-the saint elect
For infinite applause
To rule the land and briny broad
10 be aborious III his laud,
And heroes in his cause.
The word-the custring spheres he made
The glorious light, the soothing shade,
Dale, champaign, grove and nil;
The muttudiHous abyss,
Where Secresy remains in bliss,
And Wisdom hides her skill.
Passing next by some fine stanzas, linked as usual
with something which we cannot quite comprehend,
to the following OF winch the last particular
ly is strikingly sublime:
There is but ONE who meier rebelId,
But ONE by passion unlmpelrd,
By pleasures unentic'd
He from himself his sembance sent,
Grand object of his own content,
And saw the God in CHRIST.
Tell them AM, JEHOVAH said,
To Moses; while earth heard in dread,
And smitten to the heart,
At once above, beneath, around,
All nature without voice or sound,
Replied, o LORD, THOU ART.
Still proceeding-as who would not I've are now
RECALLED with passage in which the poet describes all
Nature paying her willing alteration to her creator
simplifying and adjoining the sentiment ofthe Psalm
list, Thy porks praise thee-n some of the most fanc-
full and graphic verses that we have ever read. We
can give only two or three OF them:
While Israel sits beneath his fig,
With coral root and amber SpnS,
The wean'd adventurer sports;
Where to the palm the jasmine ceayes,
For ADoRATIoN 'mong the leaves
The gale his peace reports.
For ADoRATIoS ming canes;
And cocoa's purest milk detains
The western pilgrims staff;
Where rain in ciaspng boughs inclos'd,
And vines with oranges disposed,
Embower the social laugh.
II -
For ApoRArIoN, beyond match,
The scholar bufinch aims TO catch
The soft flutes iv'ry touch;
And careless on the halle spray,
The daring redbreast keeps atbay
The damseIs greedy clutch
Charmed as we are with all this, are still more
delighted with the following cIimaxes of 4" sweet,
strong. beauteous, precious and glorious" things,
with Which our poet winds up his singular piece We
can give only the first and last Of them:
Sweet is the dew that falls betimes,
And drops upon the leafy LINES;