IN THE WIDE AWE AND WISDOM OF THE NIGHT.

In the wide awe and wisdom of the night

I saw the round world rolling on its way, Beyond significance of depth or height,

Beyond the interchange of dark and day. I marked the march to which is set no pause,

And that stupendous orbit, round whose rim The great sphere sweeps, obedient unto laws That utter the eternal thought of Him. I compassed time, outstripped the starry speed, And in my still Soul apprehended space, Till weighing laws which these but blindly heed, At last I came before Him face to face,— And knew the Universe of no such span

As the august infinitude of man.

CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS.

III.

THE SEASONS.

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A HYMN.

FROM THE SEASONS," CONCLUSION.

THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these
Are but the varied God. The rolling year

Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring

Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love.

Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm;

Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles;
And every sense and every heart is joy.

Then comes thy glory in the Summer months,
With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun
Shoots full perfection through the swelling year;
And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks,
And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve,
By brooks and groves in hollow-whispering gales
Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined,
And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
In Winter awful thou! with clouds and storms
Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest rolled.
Majestic darkness! on the whirlwind's wing
Riding sublime, thou bidd'st the world adore,
And humblest nature with thy northern blast.

JAMES THOMSON.

From an engraving after drawing by T. Unwins-an original miniature inserted in the lid of the Poet's snuff-box.