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WHEN I survey the bright
So rich with jewels hung, that night
My soul her wings doth spread,
The Almighty's mysteries to read
For the bright firmament
So silent, but is eloquent
In speaking the Creator's name.
No unregarded star
Contracts its light
Into so small a character
Removed far from our human sight,
But, if we steadfast look,
We shall discern
In it, as in some holy book,
How man may heavenly knowledge learn.
THE HOUR OF PRAYER.
CHILD, amidst the flowers at play,
Traveller, in the stranger's land,
Lift the heart and bend the knee.
Warrior, that from battle won,
THE LAST DAY.
THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day,
How many thousand of my poorest subjects
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber; Than in the perfumed chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,
And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody;
O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile,
In loathsome beds; and leav'st the kingly couch,
upon the high and giddy mast
Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains
And in the visitation of the winds,
Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them
THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS.
It was the schooner Hesperus
That sail'd the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughter
To bear him company.
Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds
The skipper he stood beside the helm ;
And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
The smoke now west, now south.
Then up and spake an old sailor,
Last night the moon had a golden ring,
The skipper he blew a whiff from his pipe,