6.

LOOKING on Nature I have often felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean, and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man :-
A motion and a spirit that impels

All thinking things, all objects of all thought
And rolls through all things.

Wordsworth.

7.

ALL are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul; That changed through all, and yet in all the

same,

Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent,

Spreads undivided, operates unspent :

To Him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.

Pope.

8.

DIFFUSED throughout infinitude of space

Who art Thyself thine own vast dwelling place,

Soul of our soul, whom yet no sense of ours Discerns, eluding our most active powers ;

Encircling shades attend Thine awful throne That veil Thy face, and keep Thee stil unknown;

Unknown, though dwelling in our inmost part Lord of the thoughts and sovereign of the

heart.

Mad. Guyon, tr. Cowper.

WHEN up to nightly skies we gaze,
Where stars pursue their endless ways,
We think we see from earth's low clod
The wide and shining home of God.

But, could we rise to moon or sun,
Or path where planets duly run,
Still heaven would spread above us far,
And earth remote would seem a star.

This earth, with all its dust and tears,
Is His, no less than yonder spheres ;
And raindrops weak, and grains of sand,
Are stamped by His immediate hand.

The rock, the wave, the little flower,—
All fed by streams of living power
That spring from one Almighty will,
Whate'er His thought conceives fulfil.

We view those halls of painted air,
And own Thy presence makes them fair;
But nearer still to Thee, O Lord,

Is he whose thoughts with thine accord.

Sterling.

MUSIC, divine, religious, o'er us roll!
Awake the longings of our inmost soul-
Longings that up to heaven itself would climb,
Extend beyond all space, outrun all time!
Thou only hast the power, denied to speech,
The vague, intense, ineffable, to reach !
Rise ever higher, wider swell, more wide,
Till, borne aloft on thy resistless tide,
We feel as though the harmony of heaven
Were part of us! Then, that high vision
given,

Oh wake it not! but sweetly, gently cease;

And leave our heart with God and Man at

peace!

H. K. Moore.