Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1893-10-05
GOD.
A Sublime Ode to the Deity.

1t has been translated also into the
Chinese and Tartar languages,
written on rich silk, and suspended
in the Imperial Palace at Pekin, and
into English, as follows, by DR..
Bowring, and is supposed to have
lost much of its original beauty by
taanslatlon.]
o, Thou Eternal One! whose presence
bright
All space doth occupy, all motion guide;
Unchanged through Times all deVastats
ing fight;
Thou, only Cd! There is no God beside
Being above all beings! Mighty One.
Whom none can comprehend and none
explore,
Who tll'st existence with Thyself alone
Embracing an-supporting ruling
DER
Being whom we call God-now and
evermore.
La its sublime research, philosophy
May measure out the ocean deep-may
count
The sands or the suns rays-but God! for
Thee
There is no weight nor mcasure-none
can mount
Up to Thy mysteries: Reasons brightest
spark,
Though kindled by Thy light, in vain
may try
To trace Thy counsels, infinite and dark.
And thought is lost e'er thought can
soar 50 high,
Even ike past moments in eternity.
Thou from primeval nothingncss didst
call,
First, chaos-then existence-Lord on
Thee
Eternity had its foundation-all
Sprang forth from Thee-hght, joy, hars
mony,
Sole origln-all 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, Clos
rious! Great!
~Life-giYing, life.sustalning Potenta.e!
Thy chains the unmeasursd universe sur
round
Upheld by Thee, by Thee inspired with
BREATH
Thou the beginning with the end has
bound,
And beautifully mingled life and
death!
As sparks noun upwards from the fiery
blaze,
So suns are born, so worlds sprang forth
from Thee;
And as the spangles in the sunny rays
Shine round the silver snow, the rag-
eantry
OF Heavens bright army glitters in Thy
praise.
A million torches lighted by Thy hand
Wander unwearied through the blu
abyss;
They own Thy power, accomplish TIL,
command;
All gay with life, all eloquent witt
bliss.
What shall we call them? Piles OF crvsta
light?
A glorious company OF golden streams
Lamps of celestial ether burning bright
Suns Tightening systems with their Joy
Gus beams?
But Thou to these are as the moon t
night
Vet as a drop Of water in the sea,
All this magnifcence in Thee is lost;
What are ten thousand worlds compare
to Thee,
And what am ], then? Heavens unnum
bered host,
Though multiplied by myriads, and al
rayed
In all the glory of sublimest thought
Is but an atom in the balance weighed
Against Thy greatness, is a cyphe
brought
Against infinity. What am I ther
Noughtl
Noughti But the efiuence of Thy ligl
divine,
Pervading worlds hath reached m
bosom too;
Yes, in my spirit doth Thy spirit shine,
As shines The sunbeam in a droe OF &ov
Nought! Butt live, and on Eope's pinio1
fly
Eager towards Thy presence; for in The
I live and breathe and dwell; aspirin
nigh,
Even to the throne Of Thy divinity.
1 am, o God and surely Thou must b
Thou arti Directing, guiding all, Tho
art.
Direct my understanding, then. to The
Control my spirit, guide my wande1in
heart;
Though but an atom midst immensitl
Still 1 am something, fashioned by TIL
hand;
! hold . middle rank 'twixt heaven an