t shall Thy shadowed image fill our breast,
And waft its homage to Thy deity.
God! thus alone my lowly thoughts can soar,
Thus seek Thy presence--Being wise and good!
Midst Thy vast works admire, obey, adore;
And when the tongue is eloquent no more,
The soul shall speak in tears of gratitude.

From the Russian of GAVRIIL ROMANOVITCH DERSHAVIN.

Translation of SIR JOHN BOWRING.

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GOD IS EVERYWHERE.

A trodden daisy, from the sward,
With tearful eye I took,
And on its ruined glories I,
With moving heart, did look;
For, crushed and broken though it was,
That little flower was fair;
And oh! I loved the dying bud,
For God was there!

I stood upon the sea-beat shore,
The waves came rushing on;
The tempest raged in giant wrath,
The light of day was gone.
The sailor from his drowning bark
Sent up his dying prayer;
I looked amid the ruthless storm,
And God was there!

I sought a lonely, woody dell,
Where all things soft and sweet,
Birds, flowers, and trees, and running streams,
Mid bright sunshine did meet:
I stood beneath an old oak's shade,
And summer round was fair;
I gazed upon the peaceful scene,
And God was there!

I saw a home--a happy home--
Upon a bridal day,
And youthful hearts were blithesome there,
And aged hearts were gay:
I sat amid the smiling band
Where all so blissful were--
Among the bridal maidens sweet--
And God was there!

I stood beside an infant's couch,
When light had left its eye--
I saw the mother's bitter tears,
I heard her woful cry--
I saw her kiss its fair pale face,
And smooth its yellow hair;
And oh, I loved the mourner's home,
For God was there!

I sought a cheerless wilderness--
A desert, pathless wild--
Where verdure grew not by the streams,
Where beauty never smiled;
Where desolation brooded o'er
A muirland lone and bare,
And awe upon my spirit crept,
For God was there!

I looked upon the lowly flower,
And on each blade of grass;
Upon the forests, wide and deep,
I saw the tempests pass:
I gazed on all created things
In earth, in sea, and air;
Then bent the knee--for God, in love,
Was everywhere!

ROBERT NICOLL.

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ROCKED IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP.

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