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And genius hath electric power,
The dreams we loved in early life,
And proud hopes in the human heart
Yet, there is something will not die,
GOD IN NATURE.
BY H. W. ROCKWELL.
On mighty is the Lord of Hosts!
He spans the spangled skies; He speaks, and in its palaces
The midnight thunder cries !
He wields the awful lightning-brand,
The war-torch of the storm, Whether upon the Northern pines
It rocks its cloud-wrapt form;
Or, conquering, tramps right royally
The hollow-sounding seas, Or holds high carnival among
The crashing mountain trees !
His earthquakes shake the eternal hills
And toss “old ocean's locks;"
GOD IN NATURE.
The hungry breakers howl amain,
Between the dreadful shocks :
And the swift whirlwind spinning o'er
The mountain bald and pale, Raves wildly to the angry flood
That thunders in the vale.
He sows death in the red simoon,
And cities shrink aghast; He speaks! and mist-wrapt pestilence,
In horrid gloom, moves past!
Oh mighty is the Lord of Hosts!
Of all earth's kings, the King ! Behold! he shakes the mountain pine,
And plumes the whirlwind's wing!
And from his throne of majesty,
Upon the bended sky, Around the universe he casts
His all-beholding eye!
EVENING AFTER A BATTLE.
BY TIMOTHY DWIGHT.
ABOVE tall western hills, the light of day Shot far the splendours of his golden ray; Bright from the storm with tenfold grace he smiled, The tumult softened, and the world grew mild. With pomp transcendent, robed in heavenly dyes, Arched the clear rainbow round the orient skies; Its changeless form, its hues of beam divine, -Fair type of truth and beauty's—endless shine Around the expanse, with thousand splendours rare; Gay clouds sailed wanton through the kindling air ; From shade to shade, unnumbered tinctures blend; Unnumbered forms of wond'rous light extend : In pride stupendous, glittering walls aspire, Graced with bright domes, and crowned with towers of fire, On cliffs cliffs burn; o'er mountains mountains roll: A burst of glory spreads from pole to pole : Rapt with the splendour, every songster sings, Tops the high bough, and claps his glistening wings;
With new-born green, reviving nature blooms,
Far south the storm withdrew its troubled reign;
From parting clouds, the moon outbreaking shone,