New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1843-10-04

The following sublime Ode to the sufnE a. on BEsG bes
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O THou ETsRNAI one whose presence ofighi
All space doth occupy-all motion guide;
Unchanged thro' Times al-devastatlng fish''
Thou only God There is no God BESIDE
Being above ali beings! Mighty one
Whom none can comprehend, and none explore
Who Who Glrst existence with Thyself alone
E,ntrac;nr acknowledged Ger
po;n,, whom, we call God--and know no more
In it's sublime research, Philosophy
Nav measure out the Ocean dceP-nay cou n,o
The sands, or the Suns rays but Goa ~
There is no weight nor measure no'll snsr,
Tin fo tbv mysteries. Reasons bughtes' span
Tbopab kindlcd by Thy light in VAN wouid tfy
IT, 3r,ce fbr councils, infinite and dark
AID Tbonghti is lost ere thought can soar SO hlgh'
Fen like past moments IN eternity.
Tbou from priineval notbingness, didst call
First. Chaos then Existence. Lord, on nee
snrunr forth from Thee of Light, Joy, Harmony,
Sole ORIGINAL life, all beauty, Thine
rrhv word created all and doth create:
inv splendor fills all space with rays divine.
Thou art. and vert, and shalt be glorious great
Life giying, lifc-s sustaining, Potentatc.
Thy chains the unrneasured universe surround.
Upheld by Thee, by Thee inspired WIN oFeael
Thou the beginning, with the eno mast oou'io'
o,loj 7 ,fa md
AS SHARKS mount upward from the hery olaze,
60 SIMS are bora so worlds spring forth from Thee
And as the spangIes in the sunny rays
Shine round the silver snow, the pageantry
OF Heavens bright army glitters In Thy PRAISE
A million torches lighted by Thy hand
Wander unwearied through the blue abyss;
They own thy power, accomplish thy conlfnasu'
All CAV with life all eloquent with bliss
WI,9t sbol, re call them? Piles ofchrystai hight
A Glorious company Of golden streams
T.amps of celestial ether burning bright
Suns, LIGHTING systems with their Joyous beams
Rut Thou, to those, art as the noon to night
Yes, as drop of water IN the Sea,
All this magnifcence IN Thee is lost = ~,
What are a thousand Worlds compared 10 Thee?
And what am I, when Heavens unnumbercd host,
Though multiplied by myriads, and arrayed
In all the glory of sublimest thought
Ia but an atom in the balance, weighed
Against Thy greatness-isa cypher brought
Against Infnity? What am then Nought
Nought. but the efflrence Of Thy light divine,
Pervadinp worlds. hath reached my bosom too;
Yes in my spirit doth Thy spirit shine,
AS shires Inc sunbeam in drop OF dew.
Norght but live and on hopes plnlons tiy,
Eager towards Thy presence for IN Thee
live. and breathe, and dwell aspiring high,
Even to the throne of Thy Divinity.
/ am, O God, and surely Thou must be
Thou art. directing, guiding all, Thou art
Direct my understanding then to Thee;
Control my spirit, guide my wandering heart
Though but an atom midst immensely,
Still am Something fashioned by Thy hand
I hold middle rank 'twixt Heaven and Earth,
On the last verge of mortal being stand.
Close to the realm where Angels have their birth,
Just on the boundary OF the spirit land!
The chain of being is complete in nc;
In me is matters last gradation lost,
And the next step is Spirit-Deity!
I can command the lightning, and am dust
A monarch. and slave; a worm, q God
Whence came here, and how SO marvellously
Constructed and conceived, unknown? This cod
Lives surely through some higher energy;
For from itself alone it could not be.
Creator. Yes! Thy Wisdom and Thy Word
Created nc! Thou source of Life and Good
Thou Spirit Of my spirit, and my Lord
Thy Light, Thy Love, in their bright plenitude
Filled me with an immortal Soul, to spring
Over the abyss of Death, and bade it wear
The garments of Eternal Day, and wing
Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere,
Even in its source, TO Thee, its Author, Thee.
O thought inefable! 0 vision best
Though worthless our conceptions all Of Thee
Yet shall Thy Swallowed image fill our breast,
And wait It's homage to the Deity.
God! thus alone my lowly thoughts can soar;
Thus seek thy presence. Being wise and good!
Midst thy vast works, admire, obey, adore;
And when the Tongue is eloquent no more,
The Soul shall speak in tears OF gratitude.
NEw WMERLY NovELs.--Somel literary specu-
lator in Paris has recently ventured on the bold
undertaking of aiding two more novels TO
the acknowledged works of Sir Walter Scott
A few months since, two novels called Allan
Cameron and Ayine Vcrd, were published IN that
city, which professed TO be translahons from pos
thumous works of the great novelist.
Allan Cameron is spoken of as an limitation OF
Woodstock 1t turns on the enthusiasm OF the
Scotch for the Stuart family the author having
attempted to assume the aspect OF SCOTS Jacopite
tendencies. He has not succeeded however IN
attaining the dehcacy, the elegance, II We may
so speak, Of the great Novellst's admiration OF
courts and legitimate kings; III its place there IS
rudeness in the extravaganza OF his hk!ngS
and dishkings which betrayS the hand OF in mi
tator. The action OF the plot, though bold and
vehement is not interesting. The style has some
slight resemblance to SCOTS, and the author has
gone so far as to initiate the English idioms of
the TRANSACTIONS heretofore made OF the real works