The Black Republican., 1865-04-22

EE- We call the attention of ollr readers
. to the following beautiful ode, written upon
] the existence of God. Every minister Of the
Sgospei should have copy IN his library:
GOD.
Inc following ode to the Deity is from the Rus
gan anthology, and was written by the ceiebratad
Derzhaven This poem is said to have bssn trsnse
ated into Japanese BY order Of the Emperor And =
nuns up embroidered in gold in the temple pf Jeddo
4 mas also been translated into the Chinese and
was was suspended in the Imperial Palace at Pskin Il
was was translated into English follows by Dr. Bow
lins anu ls sald TO have lost much of it's original
beauty by the translation. It is noble composition,
! by every reader;
10 Thou Eternal Onel whose presence bright
/ ~ ~ space dotn occupy; all motion guide
hon one ad saFonfh Tines All dsyastating flight
he, beng above all beings; mighty one
we Io nons can compEehend and none explore
embracing al-supporting-ruling fer
i BENG wnom we call God-and be now no more
I IN it's sublime research, philosophy
MAJ nhay measure out the ocean deep-may count
There B is no weight nor measure-none can mount
4 KIP Hp 20 my mysteriesi Reasons bright spark
Ihougn kIndled by Thy light in vain may try
10 trace Fhy counsels infinite and dark
ana thought is lost eer thought can soar so high
Llyen IKE past moments in eternity
From prirneval nothinaness did at call
ffIrst chaos-then existence-Iord on Thee
Eternity had its foundation-all
Sprang forth from Thee-Of iight 10Y harmony
sSole original life, all beauty Thine,
Thy word created all and doth create:
ny spiendor fills all space with rays divine
Ihou art, and vert, and shall be- Glorious! Great!
lhte giving, life sustaining Potentate!
my INV chains the unmeasured Universe surround
Upheld by Thee by Thee inspired with breath
nou = tile Dsginnlng with the end hast bound,
Ana beautifully mingled life and death
fAs sparks mount upward from the fiery blaze
lSo sons are born, words spring forth from Thee
ld ma as the spanges IN the sunny rays
5nine round the silver snow the pagea antry
sOt heavens bright army glitters in Thy praise.
IA million torches lighted by Thy hand
Wander unwearied through the blue abyss
'hahley +, own m, Thy power accomplish Thy command
"a glorious company of golden streams?
Lamps dp Of celestial ether burning bright?
pun lighulng systems with their Joyous beams
But thou to these art as the noon to night
Yet as a drop OF water in the sea-
All TINS magnlhcence in Thee is lost
v nat are ten thousands worlds compared to Thee?
Though multiplied by myriads and arrayed
In II az an the glory glory OF sqblimest thought,
Against Thy greatness is a cypher brought
Against Intnity. What am l. then no1ght!
Nought But the effluenoe of Thy light divine.
Pervading worlds hath reached my bosom too
les IN my spirit doth thy spirit shine
As shines the sunbeams in a drop of dew
N0ught! but | live, and homes pinions fly
Eager toward 4 ~ presence for in Thee
:
Even to the throne OF Thy divinity
Il am, God and surely Thou must bel
Thou art directing, guiding all Thou arti
Direct my understanding then, to Thee
Control my spirit guide my wandering heart
Though but an atom midst inmensity
Still am something. fashioned by Thy hand
ID hold middle rank tWixt heaven and earth
ION the last verge of mortal being stand
Close to the realms where angels have their birth
III lust on the boundary of the spirit land
The chain of being is complete in me;
In is matters last gradati0n lost,
And the next step is sprit-Deity
III can command the lightning and am dust
IA monarch and a slave-a worm, a God
whence came here2 And how marvelously
Constructed and conceived? unknown! This clod
Lives surely through some higher energy,
For from alone it could not be-
FCreatorl Yes, thy wisdom and thy word
Created met Thou source of life and good
Thou spirit Of my spirit and my Lord
Thy light, Thy love, in their bright plentitude
Filled me with immortal soul to sprisg
Over the abyss of Death and bade it wear
The garments of eternal day, and wing
Its heavenly flight beyond the little sphere.
Even to it's source-tO Thee-its author there
70 thought ineffablel o vision blest!
Though worthless our conceptions all of Thee
Yet shall thy shadowed image fill our breast.
9And with its homage to the Deity.
IG0d thus above my loWly thoughts can soar
Thus seek Thy presenCe-Being wise and goods
Midst thy vast works admire, obey, adore;
And when the tongue is eloquent no more,
The soul shall speak in tears of gratitude.