Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1885-06-13
SUNDAY EASY CHAIR.

GOD.
o thou eternal One whose presence bright
All space doth occupy, all motion guide
Unchanged through times all-deVastating
Thou only God-there is no God beside
Being above all beings Mighty one,
Whom none can comprehend and none explore:
Who fiIl'st existence with Thysef alone
Embracing all supporting, ruling Ger
Being whom We call God and know no more
In its sublime research philosophy
May measure ont the ocean deep-lnay count
The sands or the suns rays; but God for Thee
There is no weight nor measure; none can
mount
Up to Thv mysteries reasons brightest spark,
TO trace Thy counsels, infinite and dark;
And thought is lost, ere thought can soar SO
high,
Even like past moments in eternity.
Thou from pri1neval nothingness didst call
First chaos, then existence-Lord III Thee
Eternity had its foundation all
Sprang forth from Thee-au light. JOY, har-
Sole origir3all life. all beauty Thine;
Thy word created all, and doth create;
Thy splendor fills all space with rays divine:
Thou art and vert and shall be Glorious
Greati
Life giving, lfe-sustaining potentate
Thy chains the unmeasured universe surround
Upheld by Thee, by Thee inspired with breath
Thou the beginning with the end mast bound,
And beautifully mingled life with death
AS sparks mount upward from the fiery blaze,
So suns are born, so worlds spring forth from
Thee;
And us the spangles i'll the sunny rays
Shine round the silver snow, the pageantry
Qfheeven's bright army 6litteTs in Thy praise.
million torches lighted by Thy hand
Wander unwearied through the blue abyss
They own Thy power. accomplish Thy COM
All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss,
What shall we call them2 Piles OF crystal
light
A glorious company of golden streams
Lamps of celestial ether burning bright
Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams
But Thou to these art as the noon to night.
Yes! as a drop of water in the SEQ,
All this magnihcence in Thee is lost
What are ten thousand worlds compared &c
Thee?
And what am then? Heavens unnumbered
host,
Though multiplied by myriads and arrayed
In allthe glory of sublimest thought,
Is out an atom III the balance, weighed
Against Thy greatness-is q cypher brought
Against infnity. What am then? naught
Naught But the efiuence of Tn? light divine
PeTyadiug worlds, hath reached my bosom, too
Yes i'll my spirit doth Thy spirit shine
As shines the sunbeam IN 8 drop OF dew
Naught! but live and on hopes pinions ty
Eager toward Thy prescnce-for in Thee
l live, and breathe, and dwell; aspiring high,
Even 10 the throne OF Thy divinity,
/ am, O God and surely Thou must be-
Thou art. directing guiding au-Thou art
Direct my understanding then 10 Thee;
Control my spirit, guard my wandering hearJi
Though bat an atom midst immensely,
Still am something, fashioned By Thy hand!
l hold middle rank tWlXt heaven ana earth
On the last verge OF mortal being stand
Close to the realms where angels have theII
birth.
Just on the boundaries of the spirit-land
The chain Of being is complete to ne
In me is matters last graduation lost
And the next step is spirit-deity
can command the lightning, and am dust!
A monarch and Il slave-a worm, q God
Whence came l here, and how? So marvel
OUSly
Constructed and conceived? unknown! this
clod
Lives surely through some higher energy
For from itself alone it could not be
Creator. YES Thy wisdom and Thy word
Created mel Thou source Of life and good
Thou spirit Of my spirit and my Lord
Thy light, Thy love, in their bright plentltude
Filled me with an immortal s0Ul to spring
Over the abyss OF death and babe it wear
The garments OF eternal day, and wing
Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere,
Even 70 its sourCe-to Thee-its author there.
Oh thoughts iueflblel Oh visions blestl
Though worthless our conceptions all OF Thee,
Yet shall our Swallowed image ill our breast,
And wait its homage 10 Thy deity
God thus alone my loWIy thoughts can soar.
Thus seek Tiny prtseucc-BeinE 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.
-lGabTie! RomanoHitch DeTZarui tRussianl
Translated by John BoWriHg.