Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1847-06-24
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HYMN TO THE CREATOR.

We find the following in the American Mail, but whetb
original or not we cannot say.
ALMIGHTY Power! whose high supreme command
spako nature into being-Lord of lords,
Creation boundless, vast, sublimely grand,
BY Thee was formed and fashioned. Earth records,
From hour to hour, and on from age to age,
How wonirous arc Thy works, and how divine
Thy muiesty while mans high heritage
Is Thy paernal care and love benign
Whence Thy existence, whence thy endless reign,
And whence thy power we know not yet know
God was and is, and shall be Though the chain
OF things created link by link should go
Into 90 primeval nothingness," yet still
Thou art the living God whose endless years
Eternity's profound abyss shall fill
When ancient time dissolves and disappears.
Thine il the earth, and Thine the suns which light
The countless systems that unceasing roll
In endless space. Thy all.sustaning might
Supports the vast, the universal whole
Thy word dispelled the dark and broodng gloom
That dwelt with chaos the birth of time,
And earth cumo forth from out the somlre womb,
Fraught with the tokens of Thy power sublime.
Thou didst erect a chamber for the sun,
And round its golden pathway glory spread;
Thou didst point the course that it should run,
Life-giyng beams of spotless light to shed.
And for the moon thou didst upTear on high
sapphire vault with richest gems embossed;
And throned above the jewelled canopy,
The countless legons of the starry host.
Omnipo,ent Thou ant and from the first
To Thee ndoring nature homage gave -
Her mighty winds in cora anthems burst;
And echo answered to the mountain wave
The waterfall musical the rs
Rejolced their hymns of melody to raise;
And in the woodland green, and on the hills
Were heard the songs of sweet and solemn praise.
And what is man amid created things -
The noblest work of Deity, that
The glorious image of the King of kings
Thy richly bounteous love he freely shares;
" He knows he is immortal 20 that the soul
Which Thou hast formed within him yet shall gaze
upon the wreck of matter, till the whole
Sinks into embers mid the final blaze.
Giver of every good for him Thou hast
Made earth as 'twere paradise for him
The spring smiling when tho winters past,
And then beside the fountains CLASSY brm
The sken flowers come fOrth-the lily opes
Its silver chalice at the early dawn;
The primrose blossoms where the upland slopes
To meet the runnel on the verdunt lawn.
For him, when summers beauty crowns the earth,
Earth is indeed most beautiful. How fair
The woodland and the vale, where sounds OF mirth
Wake with the orient day-spring, till the air
Is vocal! Songs of love and JOY are heard
Amid the dropping foliage, while the bloom
Of myriad blossoms, by the zephyr stirred,
Distils grateful, balmy, sweet perfume!
For him in golden light the landscape shines,
When autumn rests upon the fertile fields,
While nature oil her fertile store resigns,
And priceless wealth unto the sickle yields.
lie is thy chosen care /; from Thee alone
His every blessing comes Then let him raise
His heart, adorng to Thy awful throne,
And wake his voice in songs of grateful praise.