The Penn's Grove record., 1882-03-18
GOD.

All space doth occupy, all motion guide;
Unchanged through Times alfdeV~sIatlA
flight
Thou only God! there is no God beside
Being above ali beIngsi Mighty onet
Whom none can comprehend and nor
explore;
Who Mist existence with Thyself alone;
Embracing all-supportlng ruling all
Being whom we call God-snd kno" n
morel
In It's sublime research, Philosophy
NAV measure out the ocean deep ma
count
The sands or the SUMS rays-but, God 70
Thee
There is no weight nor measure; zone ca
mount
Up to Thy mysteries. Reasons brightes
spark,
Though kindled by Thy light, In vail
would try
To trace chy counsels, innnite and dark
And thought is lost ere thought can soal
so high,
Even like past moments In eternity.
Thou from primeval nothingness didst cali
First chaos, then existence. Lord on Thee
Eternity had its foundation; all
sprsng forth from Thee; of light, JOY, har
mony,
Sole origin; all Itfe-all beauty Thine.
Thy word created all. and doth create;
Thy splendor Nils all space with rays divine,
Thou art, and vert, and shalt be glorious
great
Light-giving, DEMONSTRATING Potentatel
thy caains the unmeasured universe sur
round;
Upheld by Thee, by Thee inspired with
breath!
Thou the beginning with the end hast bound,
And beautifully mingled life ard DEATH
AS sparks mount upward from the fiery blaze
So suns are born; so worlds spr ng forth
from Thee;
And as the spangles In the sunny rays
shine round the silver snow, the psgeantry
or heavens bright army glttters In Thy
praise.
A million torches lighted by thy hand
Wander unweariei through the blue abyss;
They own Thy power, accomplish thy COM
mand,
All gay with life. all eloquent with bliss,
What shall we call them? Piles OF crystal
light.
a ElOrtous CUmpHuy OF Soiucn -tfedAs
Lamps OF celestial ether, burning bright
Suns lighting systems with their Joyous
beams7
But Thou to these art as the noon to niohti
Yesl as a drop of water In the sea.
Ali this magnihcence in Thee is lost.
What are ten thousand worlds compared 10
rhee7
And what am |, them Heavens unnum-
bered host,
Though multiplied by myriads, aud arrayed
In all the glory OF sublimest thought,
Is but an atom in the balance, weighed
Against thy grestness-is a cipher brought
Againstiudnity! h am 1, then? Naughti
Naughti But the efiuenc e of Thy light divine,
Prevailing words, hath reached my bosom,
too;
Yes!i In my spirit doth rhy spirit shine,
As shines the sunbeam In q drop of dew.
Naughtl But | live, and on Hopes p~inions ny
Eager toward Thy presence; fer In Thee
Tive, and breathe, aad DWELL aspiring high,
Even to The throne of Thy divinity.
lam, on, Godi and surely 1HoU must bel
rho arti directing, guiding all, Thona rti
Direct my understanding, then, TO Theei
my spirit, guide my wandering heart.
Though but an atom mid immensely,
stu / am something ftshionedty Thy hand
hold a middle rank 'twixt Heaven and
earth,
the last verge OF mortal being stand,
Close TO the realms where angels have their
birth,
Just on the boundaries OF the spirit-landi
The chain OF being is complete In me;
In me is nsatters last graduation lost,
And the next step is spirit Deity
I can command the lightning, and am dust
A monarch and a slave a worm a god
Whence came l here. and hows So mar
velously
Constructed and oonceivedl UnknownT This
clod
Lives surely through some higher energy
For from itself aloneit cou'd not BET
? Yesi Thy wisdom and Tny word
Created me-Thou source of life and goodi
spirit of my spirit, and my Lordi
Thy lighr, Thy love, In their bright pleni-
tude,
Filled me with an immortal soul, to spring
Over the abyss OF death, and babe IL wear
The garments of eternal day, and wing
Its heavenly flight beyond his little sphere
Even to its source-to rhee-its Author
there.
Oh, thought inefrable oh, vision hiest
Though worthless our conception alt OF
Thee,
Yet hall Til Swallowed image I'LL our breast,
And wait Its homage to the Deityi
God thus alone my lowly thoughts can soar
Thus seek thy presence. Being wise and
goodi
Midst Thy vast works, admire, obey. adorel
And when the tongue Ia eloquent no more
The soul shall speak in tears of gratitude.
THE RUSSIAN OF DERzHAvINE