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Join voices, all ye living souls, ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness, if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord! be bounteous still . To give us only good; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal’d, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.
DISCOURSE BETWEEN ADAM AND EVE ON RETIRING TO REST.
by The SAM E.
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,
To whom thus Eve, with perfect beauty adorn'd: “My author and disposer, what thou bidst Unargu'd I obey; so God ordains: God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing, I forget all time; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flow'r, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft show’rs; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild; then silent night, With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of Heaven, her starry train: But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flow'r, Glist'ring with dew; nor fragrance after show'rs; Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night With this her solemn bird; nor walk by moon Or glitt'ring star-light, without thee is sweet. But wherefore all night long shine these? for whom This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes?”
To whom our general ancestor reply'd: “Daughter of God and man, accomplish'd Eve, These have their course to finish round the earth
By morrow evening, and from land to land
Thus talking, hand in hand, alone they pass'd
Farnest, this vision is thy due, I form'd th' instructive plan for you. Slight not the rules of thoughtful age, Your welfare actuates every page; But ponder well my sacred theme, And tremble, while you read my Dream. Those awful words, “till death do part, May well alarm the youthful heart: No after-thought when once a wife; The die is cast, and cast for life; Yet thousands venture ev'ry day, As some base passion leads the way. Pert Sylvia talks of wedlock-scenes, Though hardly enter'd on her teens; Smiles on her whining spark, and hears The sugar'd speech with raptur'd ears; , Impatient of a parent's rule,
She leaves her sire and weds a fool;