Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1883-01-20
The Almighty.

Translator, Sir Jno Bowring.
1.-The following sublime ode to the Supreme
Being Ia translated from the Russian Ii Wa
written by one of their most distincuished poets.
Derzhavin. THIS ode is suid to have bsen trsns
lated into the Chinese and Tartar languages,
written on rich SILK and suspended in the i'm
had II translated into the Japanese, eInbrolder-
sd E, J., IN gold. and hung ia the Temple OF Jeddo.
- Is grstlIying TO learn that these nations have
on this noble composition.l
Thou Eternal One! whose presence bright
All space doth occupy, all motion guide;
ohchangea through Times all devastating
Thou only Godl There is no God beside.
Being above all beings! Mighty one!
whom none can comprehend. aud none eX-
Who hipst existence with thyself alone:
Embracing all-suppOrting- o'er-
Being whom We call God-Anu know no more!
In Its sublime research, Philosophy
May measure out The ocean deep; may count
The sands or the suns rays: but God, tor thee
There Is no weight nor measure; none Can
Up to Thy mysteries. REASONS brightest spark
Though kindled By the light In vain would try
To trace thy counsels. infinite and dark.
AND thought Is lost ere thought can soar 80
E'en ike past moments in eternity.
Thou. from primevai uothingnsss, didst call
First Chaos, then Existence. Lord. ON thee
Eternity had its foundation; all
Spring forth from Thee; of Light. Joy, Har
Sole origin; all life. all beauty, thine;
Thy word created all and doth create;
| Thy splendor lIls all space with rays divine;
lhou art, anu vert, and shall be glorious!
Lile-glving. life-sustaining Poteniate!
| Thy charms the unme asured universe surround.
Upheld by Thee. by Thee inspired with breath!
Thou the beginning with the end hast bound
And beautifully mingled Life and Death!
As sparks mount upward from the fiery blaze
So Guns are born. 30 worlds spring forth from
And, rs the spangles in the sunny rays
| SHINE round the silver snow. the pageantry
Or Heavens bright army glitters in thy praise
A million torches lighted by thy hand,
, wander unwearied through the blue abyss;
Ali guy with life. all eloquent with bliss,
What shall We call them Piles of crystal light?
ALL slop,ous III as, comp company any,, OF golden s,reams9
l suns. lighting systems with their joyous
But thou. 10 those, art as the moo. Tonight.
Yea; as a drop of water in the sea;
,,, Al this magnlfsence in Thee is lost.
| And what am l, when heavens unnumbersd
host
Though multiplied by myriads, and .rrayed
| In all the glory OF subimest thought.
Ia but AN atom in the balance, weighed
Against thy greatness-is d cipher brought
Against infinity! What am 1, then2 Naught
| Naught! But the e1(iuence of the light divine.
| Pervading worlds. hath reached my bosom,
| too;
Yea, in my spirit doth thy spirit shine,
As shlnest the sunbeam in q drop OF dew.
Naughti But live. and on Hopes pInions dy.
Eager. toward thy presence; for in thee
live, and breathe, and dwell; aspiring high.
Even to the throne OF the divinity!
lam. God! and surely thou must be.
Thou art! directing, guiding all, thou art;
Direct my understanding, then, 10 thee;
Control my spirit, guide my wandering heart,
Ih6ush but an atom midst immensely,
Still am something fashioned by thy hand
hid q middle rank, 'twiXt heaven and el rth
On the last verge OF mortal being stand;