The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1864-1911, 1864-12-21


zhayen- II was translated into rs present
form bv liz. BowTinc. II IS certainly one
Of the uoblcst poems in the English or any
other language. and well deserves 10 be
wrig.en in letters Of golG.-ED. RBoIsrER.l
COD.
Oh taou Eternal onei Whose presence
All Npa,.e 10th occupy, all motion guide;
Unchanged through Times ali devastating
fight;
Thou only Goil There 10 no God beSidel
Deins aS3ye all beings; mighty one;
Whom none can comprehend and none ex-
Who flVst existence with Thy self alone
Embracing sll, -supporting-rullins Ger
Being whom we cali God and know no
more.
IN its sublime research, philosophy
MAY measure out the Ocean deep-may
count
The sands or the SUMS rays-but, God! for
Thee
There is no weight nor measurc-none can
nlourt
Cp 10 Thy mysteries: Reasons bright
Though kindled by Thy light, in vain may
trV
TO trace Thy councils, infinite and dark
And thought is lost e'er thought can soar so
high.
Even like past moments in eternity.
Thou from, primeval nothingnoss dld'st call
First, chaos-then eXistence-Iord on Thee
Eternity had its foundatien-all
Bprang forth from Thae-of light, joy, har-
mOny.
Sole origin,-all life. all beauty Thine.
Thy word created all, and doth create
Thy splender fills all space with rays divine.
Thou arr and vert and shall be: Glorious
great,
Iife-giving, -life-sustaining Potentate.
Thy chains the unmeasured Universe sur
Upheld by thee-by Thee inspired with
Thou the beginning with the end hath
bound,
And beautifully mingled life and death.
As sparks mount upwards from the fiery
SO suns are born, so worlds spring forth from
And as the spangles in the sunny rnys
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;
Thine own. ! by power accomplish, Thy
command
Al gap with life, all eloquent with bliss;
What Shall we call them? Piles Of crystal
light!
A glorious company of goldea streams!
Lamps ot celestial ether burning bright?
Suns lightning systems with their joyous
bsams,
But Thou 10 these art as the noon to night.
Yet, as drop of water in the sea,
Al this magnihcence in Thee is lost.
Thousand wnridq
pared to Thee,
and what am then. Heavens unnumber-
cd host,
Though multiplied by myriads and arrayed
In ali the glory of sublimest thought,
Is but an atom in the balance weighed
Against Thy grentness--is CIPHER brought
Against Intinitv. What am then? Nought.
Nought; but the efluence Of Thy light
divine
Pervading worlds, has reached my spirit too;
Yes in my spirit doth thy spirit shine
AS shines the sunbeams in u drop of dew.
Nought; but l live and on Hopes pinions fy
Eager towards thy prsfence; for in Thee
! live and breathe and dwell aspiring high
Even to the throne of Thy divinity.
am, Q 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 mid immensitv
Still am something fashioned by Thy hand
I hold middle rank 'twixt heaven anG
earth,
On the last verge of mortal being stand
Close to the realms where angels have their
birth,
Just on the boundary of the spirit land.
The chain of being is complete in me;
In me is matters last graduation lost
And the next step is spirit---Duty.
! can command The lightning and am dust
4 monarch and slave a woI ma Godl
Whence came here; and how SO marvel
ously
Constructed and conceived! unknown; this
clOd
Lives surely through some higher energy;
For from itself alone it could not be.
Creator! yes, Thy wisdom and Thy word
Create me; Thou source of life ana good
Thou spirit of my spirit, and my Lord!
Thy light, Thy love, in their bright plenti
tude
Filled me with an immortal soul; to spring
Over the abyss of Death, and Dado it veal
The garments of Eternal day, and wing
Its heavenly flight beyond the little sphere
Even to its source to Thee Its author there
Othought ineffable! vision blest!
Though worthless our conceptions all Q
Thee
Yet shall Thy shaddowed image fill ou
breast,
And watt its homage to the Deity.
God! thus above my lowly thoughts can soar
Others seek Thy presence--Being wise anC
good
Midst thy vast works; admire, obey, adore
And when the tongue is eloquent no more
The soul Shall speak in tears Of gratitude.