The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1864-07-02

The following sublime Ode is from the Russian Antho
Il was written BY the celebrated Derzhayen. IL was Il
ed Into English. as follows, by DR.. Bowring. It iss
and should be preserved by the reader. The
peared in our columns 4 couple Of years since, but by
est we print IL again.
Oh, THOU ErEESAL OsE whose presence bright
All space doth occupy, all motion guidei
Unchanged through Times all devastating flight,
Thou only God There is no God beside.
Being above all beings Mighty One!
Whom none can comprehend and none explore,
VINO hl'st existence with thyself alone
Embracing Ger
Being whom we call GOd-and know no more!
In its sublime research, philosophy
Nav measure out the ocean deep-may count
The sands or the suns rays-but, God for Thee
There f. no weight nor measure-none can mount
Up to thy mysteries: Reasons brightest spark,
Though kindled by Thy light, In vain may try
To trace Thy eounsess, infinite and dark
And thought is Iost e'er thought can soar 80 high,
Even Ike past moments In eternity.
Thou from primevai nO;hingness did'st call
First chaOs-then existence; Lord, on Thee
Eternity had its forndatfon-aII
spnnE forth from Thee-Of light, joy, harmony,
Sole original life, all beauty Thine
Thy word created all, and doth create;
Thy splendor Ellis all space with rays divine.
Thou art, and vert. and shall be Glorious, Great I.
Lise-giying, DEMONSTRATING Potentatsi
Thy chains the unmeasured Universe surround
Upheld by Thee, by Thee inspired with breath
Thou the beginning with the end hast bound,
And beautifully mingled life with death
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So suns are born. 50 worlds spring forth from Thee +;
And as the spangies In the sunny rays
Shine round the silver snow, the pageantry
or heavens bright army glitters II Thy praise.
A million torches lighted by Thy hand
Wander unwearied through the blue abyss;
They own Thy power, accomplish Thy command,
All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss.
What shall we call them, Piles Of crystal light
A glorious company Of golden streams1
Lamps Of celestial ether burning brightr
Suns lighting systems with their joyous beamsi
But Thoa TO these art As the noon to night!
Yet, "a a drop Of water in the sea,
All this magnihcence in Thee is lost:
What are ten thousand worlds compared to Theel
And what am I, theni Heavens unnumbered host,
Though multiplied by myriads. aTrayed
In all the glory Of subIimest thought,
Is but an atom in the balance. weighed
Against Thy greatness-is a cypher brought
Against inhnity. What am 1, then1 nanght
Naught But the eauIgence of Thy light divine,
Pervading worlds hath reached my bosom too
Yes, in my spirit doth Thy spirit shine,
As shines the sunbeam in a drop OF dew,
Naught but live, and on.Hope's piniOns fy
i live, and breathe, and dwell aspiring high,
Even 10 the throne Of Thy divinity.
i am, o God and surely Thou must be
Thou art directing, guiding al, Thou art
Direct my understanding then, TO Thee
Control my spirit, guide my wandering heart
Though but an atom midst University,
Still I am something, fashioned by Thy hand
L hold a middle rank 'twixt heaven and 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 s~pirit-Deity
i can command the lightning and am dust
A monarch, and n slsye--a worm, a God
Whence came I here And how so marvelously
Constructed and conceiyed7 Unknown, This cIod
Lives surely through some higher energy,
For from itself alone it could not be.
Creator, Yes, Thy wisdom and Thy word
Created me Thy source Of life and good
Thou spirit Of my spirit, and my Lord
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Filled me with an immortal soul, TO spring
Over the abyss Of Death, and babe IL bear
The garments Of eternal day, and wing
It's heavenly flight beyond this little sphere,
Even to its source-to Thee-its Author there.
Oh thought ineffable, oh vision blest
Though worthless our conceptions all Of Thee
Yet shall Thy Swallowed image fill our breast,
And with its homage 10 the Deity.
God ! thus above, ny lOwly thoughts can soar
Thus seek thy p~resence-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.