the Word almighty born;
How Man had fallen, and where Eden boughs
Had waved their beauty on the breeze of morn;
Or, how the angels still at twilight love
To visit earth with errands from the sky.

ISAIAH.

Terrific bard! and mighty--in thy strain
A torrent of inspiring passion sounds--
Whether for cities by the Almighty cursed,
Thy wail arose--or, on enormous crimes
That darken'd heav'n with supernat'ral gloom,
Thy flash of indignation fell, alike
The feelings quiver when thy voice awakes!--
Borne in the whirlwind of a dreadful song,
The spirit travels round the destin'd globe,
While shadows, cast from solemn years to come,
Fall round us, and we feel a God is nigh!

But when a gladness from thy music flows,
Creation brightens!--glory paints the sky,
The Sun hath got an everlasting smile,
And Earth in temper'd for immortal spring--
The lion smoothes his ruffled mane, the lamb
And wolf together feed, and by the den
Of serpents, see! the rosy infant play.

THE SAVIOUR.

As o'er the grandeur of unclouded heaven
Our vision travels with a free delight,
As though the boundless and the pure were made
For speculation--so the tow'ring mind,
By inward oracle inspired and taught,
The lofty and the excellent in mind adores.
Then, Saviour! what a paragon art Thou
Of all that Wisdom in her hope creates--
A model for the universe--Though God
Be round us, by the shadow of His might
For aye reflected, and with plastic hand
Prints on the earth the character of things--
Yet He Himself,--how awfully retired
Depth within depth, unutterably deep!
His glory brighter than the brightest thought
Can picture, holier than our holiest awe
Can worship,--imaged only in I AM!
But Thou--apparell'd in a robe of true
Mortality; meek sharer of our low
Estate, in all except compliant sin;
To Thee a comprehending worship pays
Perennial sacrifice of life and soul,
By love enkindled;--Thou hast lived and breathed;
Our wants and woes partaken--all that charms
Or sanctifies, to Thine unspotted truth
May plead for sanction--virtue but reflects
Thine image! wisdom is a voice attuned
To consonance with Thine--and all that yields
To thought a pureness, or to life a peace,
From Thee descends--whose spirit-ruling sway,
Invisible as thought, around us brings
A balm almighty for affliction's hour--
Once felt, in all the fullness of Thy g