The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1880-03-24
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GOD.


Supreme Being j. Il translation from
the Russian. Ii was written 10y one of
their most distinguished poets, Derz-
havin. This ode is said 10 have been
written on rich silk and suspended in
the Imperial Palace at Pekin. The
Emperor of Japan had it translated into
the japanese, embroidered in gold and
hung IN the temple of JeddO. II Is
gratifying To learn that these nations
have done themselves the honor To be-
stow such praise on this noble compo>i-
tom
oh, thou Eternal one! whose presence bright
All space doth occupy, all motion guide:
Unchanged thr0' Times all devastating Hight.
Thou only God! There is no God beside.
Being above all beings. Mighty one
Whom none can comprehend and none "N-
plore;
Who Mist existence with Thyself alone,
Embracing all-supporting-ruing DER
Being whom We call God-and know IA"
more.
In its sublime research Philosophy
May measure out the ocean decp-Tn"N
count
The sands, or the suns rays, hut God! i"I
Thee
There is no weight nor measure. None can
mount
Upto thy mysteries. Reason : brightest spark,
Though kindled by Thy light, in vain would
To trace Thy counsel>, infinite and dark.
And thought is lost ere thought can soar ~
Zen like past moments in eternity
Thou from primevul nothingneSs did'>i call
First chaos, then existence. Lord, on Thee
Eternity hath its foundations: all
Spring but from Thee, of light, joy, har-
mony,
sole original life, all beauty Thine.
Thy word created all and doth create,
Inv SnlPnHDr Nils all space WIN RAYS divine,
Thou art, and vert, AMI shalt bc Curious.
I.ife-giving. DEMONSTRATING potcntatc.
Thy chains the unmeasured universe sur
round,
Upheld by Thee, by Thee inspired with
Thou the beginning, with the end hast bound,
And beautifully mingled life and death!
As sparks mount upward from the fiery blaze.
So suns are born, 50 worlds spring forth
from Thee!
And as the spangles in the sunny lays
Shine round the silver snow. the paseantry
of heavens bright army slitterS In Thy praise.
\ million torches lighted by Thy hand,
Wander unwearied through the blue abyss;
They own Thy power, accomplish Thy COM
All gny with life all eloquent with bliss:
What shall we call them: Piles of crystal
\ glorious company OF golden streams:
But Thou, To those, art as the moon Tonight.
Yes, as q drop OF water in the sea,
All this magnificence in Thee il lost.
What are n thousand worlds compared Ia
Thee:
And what am l, when heavens unnum-
bercd host,
Though multiplied by myriads and array ed
In all the glory of sublimeSt thought.
Is but an atom in the balance weighed
Against Thy greatness-is oypher brought
Against InfinIty: What am I. then: NOuSht
Nought. hut the Ell uence Of Thy light divine
PerNading worlds, hath reached my bosom
Yes, in my spirit doth Thy spirit shine
As shines the sunbeam in drop of dew.
Nought. but live, and on hopes pinions ny,
Eager. toward Tiny presence; for in Thee
| live, and breathe and dwell; aspiring high
Even To the throne of THY divinity,
am, o God, and surely Thou must be!
Thou an; directing, guiding all, Thou art!
Direct my understanding, then. 10 Thee;
Control my spirit, guide my wandering heart
Though but an atom midst immensely,
Still am something fashioned by Thy hand
| hold IA middle rank 'twixt heaven and
earth,
ON the last verge OF mortal being stand
Close To the realm where angels have their
birth
Just on the boundary OF spirit land.
The chain of being is complete In me,
In me IN matters last graduation LOST.
Aud the next step is spiTit-Deiiy!
y monarch and n slave; worm, a god!
Whence came here, and how, So marvel
Ously
Constructed and conceiN ell, unknown: This
clOd
Lives surely through some higher energy;
For from itself alone il could not he.
Creator! Yes! Thy wisdom and Thy wont
Z Created me. Thou source of Life and food
Thoa spirit of my spirit and my Lord,
Thy Light, Thy Love i'm their bright plenti
tudc
Filled me with AN immortal soul, 10 spring
Der the abyss OF Death, and babe il wear
I The garments of Eternal Day, and wing
: Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere
! Up 10 its source, To Thee its Author, Thee.
o, thought inetiable. ., vision blest.
/ Though worthless our conceptions all q
Thee
Yet shall Thy Swallowed image NIL our breast
And waft its homage to the Deity.
/ God. thus alone my lOwlN thoughts can soar
/ Thus seek Thy presence. Being wise an,
good!
Midst Thy vast works admire, obey, adore;
And when the tongue is eloquent no morc,
J The soul shall speak in tears of gratitude.