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Alas, alas ! how very soon this silly little fly,
And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
LINES TO AN ATHEIST.
Nor please thy pride by terror and by Alight;
Thy dreams too weak the spirit to affright.
Her firm foundations and destroyed her light;
Hear but her voice, and it will guide thee right.
They cannot throng thy path without surprise ;
Nor will thy heart be tutored by thine eyes--
Since order or design no doubt supplies :
Where day and night, and spring and autumn rise ?
Thine eye the furniture of earth can trace;
Earth was designed to be thy dwelling place.
(In miracles incredulous indeed!)
Without eternal lawgiver proceed ?
'Tis thine to see yon stars, unnumbered suns,
To thee the realms of space ope all their stores ; Thou know'st the rule by which each planet runs,
And canst unlock even heaven's azure doors. For thee the water-drop teems thick with life,
The short-lived insect like a monarch soars Her conqueror, meets no God mid nature's strife,
He vainly ocean, earth, and heaven explores. Some being less than God such worlds might frame,
(Tho' human might must quail at aught so vast); Grant that it might--'tis after all, the same-
Who made thut pow'r--for it must be surpassed ? Proceeding thus—at last there must be One
With self-existent and eternal state, The cause of all, of seraph, worm,
Whose birthless being is without a date.
THE HARMONY OF NATURE.
The twilight of a cloudless eve
Is resting on the hill ;
O’er sunny mount and rill.
Is beaming from afar ;
Glows like a shooting star.
The hamlet's lowly spire
With vane all clothed in fire.
Sonorous, deep, and clear ;
And fills the ravish'd ear.
The fragrance of the southern gale
Is breathing fresh and fair ;
To the clear summer-air.