Each ardent thought is yours alone, Yours is the large expansive thought, The high heroic deed ; Exile and chains to you are dear, You lift on high the warning voice The dogs of hell your steps pursue, Even yet the steaming scaffolds smoke By Seine's polluted stream; With your rich blood the fields are drench'd, Even now, through those accursed bars, Where, deep in Olmutz's dungeon gleams, Yet yours is all-through history's page And at your tomb, with throbbing heart, And pæans loud in every tongue, And choral hymns resound; And lengthening honors hand your name Proceed! your race of glory run, You come, commissioned from on high, And your reward is sure. PSALM CIII. O MY Soul, with all thy powers, He with loving kindness crown'd thee, Slow to wrath, to favor free. He will not retain displeasure, As the heaven the earth transcends, 1797. Far as east and west are parted, Spares his son, he spareth us; For he knows our feeble frame, Mark the field flower where it groweth, From eternity, enduring To eternity, the Lord, Yea, with truth and righteousness, As in heaven his throne and dwelling, PRAYER FOR RESIGNATION. THOU Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, 78 Here firm I rest; they must be best, Then-all I want-O, do thou grant PSALM XLVI. GOD is our refuge and defence, What foe can make our soul afraid? Yea, though the earth's foundations rock, They look beyond this transient world. There is a river pure and bright, Whose streams make glad the heavenly plains; Where, in eternity of light, The city of our God remains. Built by the word of his command, With his unclouded presence bless'd, Firm as his throne the bulwarks stand; There is our home, our hope, our rest. Thither let fervent faith aspire; Our treasure and our hearts be there; O for a seraph's wing of fire! We reach at once that last retreat, And, ranged among the ransom'd throng, Fall with the elders at his feet, Whose name alone inspires their song. Ah, soon, how soon! our spirits droop, And dwell Himself with men beneath. Come to thy living temples, then, Let earth be paradise again, And man, O God, thine image here. PSALM XXIII. THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, When in the sultry glebe I faint, |