The American patriot., 1855-08-18
The Jubilee Of Creation.

Drear darkness reigned supreme all DER the face
Of ancient chaos and the floating mass
Of unshaped matter through the void did pass,
Breaking the stiffness Of primeval night,
Is spoken the command Let there be Light"
That glorious emanation from the God
Who formed all things from the moss-clad sod,
To the remotest and the grandest star a
That graceth well the courts of heaven afar.
Soon as the Amighty's order s given, it's done,
And source Of Light in heaven shines the sun,
Marking the dawn of the creation morn,
When sleeping chaos woke and Time was born.
Oh thought, how beautiful, yet how sublime!
That springng from the gloomy coast of time,
Beauty and light to holier things clue,
Unto their origin their mission true
Should of creation the kind nurse become
Brush off into oblivon's dark tomb
The traces of "Old father Times" rough hand
Which, like to characters, when traced on sand,
Are soon by natures airy fancies changed,
Clothed in new garb, in different mode arranged,
And soon what he has wantonly defaced
Again with beauty's ornament is graced.
His empire fair five times hath passed the sun,
Since first the mighty work of God begun
And shed his radiance DER the forming worlds,
Times early history to our view unfurls
Now on the heaving bosom of the sea ~
Grandeur his robe, clouds his attendants be,
Has smiling sunk as if it were to rest, 5.
Soft as bird retiring to its nest. .....
few faint streaks of western glory play,
AS if yet 10th from earth to pass away
| And like the farewell kisses of a dream
The last that linger here most lovely seem.
The birds last vesper note has died away
And star-crowned night now takes the place of da,
Reyists where she once had rcigned alone,
This little fragment of her ancient THRONE
God hath pronounced all things good that there
In sleeps soft mantle wrapt-so very fair
Reposc and seem back to reflect smile
That issues from the moont skies the while
Yet to perfect the good-thc beauteous whole,
TO animate-is wanted yet the soul;
So God in his own image formed man,
Nobler than aught he had since he began. "p
The universe of flaming orbs so vast,
To numerate--sublimest, greatest, last,
Creation of his hand. God-like he springs
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That by the omnpotencc of Gods great hand
Were formed tenants of the sea or land.
native air of nobleness he bears,
His form, his features carriage, station shares,
OF Deity the impress, and his mind
From out its beauteous casket gem-like shined.
Now is the mighty work, creation, done,
The great chyrography that's known alone
By him who wrote and writes it in the rounds
OF all the worlds that in the deep profounds
Of space, his attributes are ever more, l,l .
Tracing, since they on Times benighted shore
Received the first impulse, and on their way
Dashed proudly forward ne'r to stop nor stay,
But ever in their destined orbits burn
Till with the force they went, they back return;
Who finished this, his autograph in man,
The image of himself-then then began
Creations jubilce-the song of praise,
! All things in earth and heaven to God did raise.
Oh heaven-born music who hath ever found
| In all the earth above or around,
Aught which SO fully as thee can tell
What sorrow or gladness the heart doth feel
The conduct thou art of emotion deep,
And the power alone which can subject keep,
The passions tumultuous willy play
| And hold them in undisputed sway.
When the glorious Maker had finished an, 81"
And angels amazed at his feet did fall
Yet wondering looked at each other to find
A filter mode to tell all their mind;
Then the first born of heavenly muses., thou
While vet they songless adoring bow,
Did mid the bright throng in heaven appear
To Danish away all their anxious fear;
Thou gav'st each to tell his adoring fire
The power of song and golden Tyre,
And so to finger the speaking string
As forth a soft melody to bring,
So thrilling and sweet, yet solemn and Deep
As the trembling chords they do wildly sweep.
They fit through the star-pavcd courts above
On wings of joy, with song of love;
We cannot conceive of the ravishing sounds
That throughout the ethery realms rcsounds,
! Nor fancy, on her unfettered wing,
Fer compass the depth of the song they sing,
In the language of angels, so pure and refined
, That mans noblest efforts are far behind
But music to n,an-thou descendest low,
Teaching him how his joy to show,
That God-his Creator-him had blcst,
And to praise that God with holy zcst
How well doth he use his youthful powers.
; OF the tender age of few short hours
With the angels glorious song OF praise,
To the God who formed him, devoutly to raise;
His tongue seems endowed with holy fire