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Praise to the living God!
All praised be his Name,
Who was, and is, and is to be,
For aye the same!
The One Eternal God
Ere aught that now appears:
The First, the Last, beyond all thought
His timeless years!

Formless, all lovely forms
Declare his loveliness;
Holy, no holiness of earth
Can his express.
Lo, he is Lord of all!
Creation speaks his praise,
And everywhere, above, below,
His will obeys.

His Spirit floweth free,
High surging where it will:

Angels holy,
High and lowly,
Sing the praises of the Lord!
Earth and sky, all living Nature,
Man, the stamp of thy Creator, —
Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord!

Sun and noon bright,
Night and moon-light,
Starry temples azure-floored,
Cloud and rain, and wild winds' madness,
Sons of God that shout for gladness, —
Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord!

Ocean hoary,

ON SEEING, IN THE COUNTRY, HIS PICTURE OF " THE BOTTLE"

Artist, whose hand, with horror wing'd, hath torn
From the rank life of towns this leaf! and flung
The prodigy of full-blown crime among
Valleys and men to middle fortune born,

Not innocent, indeed, yet not forlorn —
Say, what shall calm us when such guests intrude
Like comets on the heavenly solitude?
Shall breathless glades, cheer'd by shy Dian's horn,

Cold-bubbling springs, or caves? — Not so! The soul
Breasts her own griefs; and, urged too fiercely, says:

Spirit of the days of old!
Ere the generous heart grew cold;
When the pulse of life was strong,
And the breath of vengeance long;
When, with jealous sense, the heart
Felt the least indignant smart;
When, alive at every pore,
Honor no injustice bore,
But, like lions on their prey,
Sprang and washed the stain away;
When the patriot's blood was shed
At the shrine where valor bled;
When the bard, with kindling song,
Roused them to avenge their wrong;
When the thought of insult, deep

I am the spirit of the viewless air,
Upon the rolling clouds I plant my throne,
I move serenely, when the fleet winds bear
My palace in its flight, from zone to zone;
High on the mountain top I sit alone,
Shrouding behind a veil of night my form,
And when the trumpet of assault has blown,
Career upon the pinions of the storm;
By me the gales of morning sweetly blow,
Waving, along the bank, the bending flowers;
'T is at my touch the clouds dissolving flow,
When flitting o'er the sky, in silent showers;

There are moments in life which are never forgot,
Which brighten and brighten as time steals away;
They give a new charm to the happiest lot,
And they shine on the gloom of the loneliest day:
These moments are hallowed by smiles and by tears;
The first look of love, and the last parting given;
As the sun, in the dawn of his glory, appears,
And the cloud weeps and glows with the rainbow in heaven.

There are hours, there are minutes, which memory brings,
Like blossoms of Eden, to twine round the heart;

But a tiny ring of gold
Just a link
Wear it, and your heart is sold
Strange to think!

Till it glitters on your hand
You are free
Shall I cast it on the sand
In the sea?

Which was Judas' greatest sin
Kiss or gold?
Love must end where sales begin
I am told.

We will have no ring, no kiss
To deceive.
When you hear the serpent hiss

When her last breath was taken
And the old miser death had shaken
The last, last glim from her eyes
He retired
And to the world's surprise
Wrote these inspired, passion-fired
Poems of Sacrifice!
The world said:
If she had not been dead
(And buried)
He'd never have written these.
She was hard to please.
They're better apart
Now the stone
Has rolled away from his heart
Now he's come into his own

Some one came to me and said
Forget, forget that you've been wed
Who's your man to leave you be
Ill and cold in a far country
Who's the husband — who's the stone
Could leave a child like you alone.

You're like a leaf caught in the wind
You're like a lamb that's left behind.
When all the flock has pattered away
You're like a pitiful little stray
Kitten that I'd put in my vest
You're like a bird that's fallen from nest.

We've none of us too long to live
Then take me for your man and give

O God, we praise thee, and confess
That thou the Only Lord
And Everlasting Father art,
By all the earth adored.

To thee all angels cry aloud;
To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry:

O holy, holy, holy Lord,
Whom heavenly hosts obey,
The world is with the glory filled
Of thy majestic sway!

The apostles' glorious company,
And prophets crowned with light,
With all the martyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.