They leave Him in His solitude alone; 'Till unimaginable doom obscure, Delete, annihilate, the Essential One.

Thou art, oh man; they are:-He is, be sure.
Great GOD! for ever and for aye, dost Thou,
Sole Dweller of Eternity, endure.

High as the eagle's soar, far as morn's glow;
At all times present, and in every place;
First-Last; One, yet all number, and aye now;
Thou art-before all time, beyond all space,

Above all heights; lower than all depths, in Hell;—
Glorious in Heaven, on Earth how full of grace!
All light and life flow from thee, as a Well:
Thou spread'st the curtain of the Firmament,
To make thy majesty endurable.

Thou dwellest in the sky as in a tent;

The beams of Thy high chambers in the deep
Are laid-and under Earth the Floods are bent.

Thou badest them her keystone overleap,
And cover her as with a monstrous weed:
They stood above the hills, a massy heap;

At thy rebuke, they fled with instant heed,
And hasted, from the thunder of thy voice,
Away. Up by the mountains, lo, they speed;
Down by the valleys; with a rushing noise,
To their appointed region and wide home.
Therein the huge Leviathans rejoice:

And, like to them, there go the Ships; the foam
Yields to their queenly beauty, as they tread
The laboring surge, dividing as they come,
Then straight embracing with the love of dread;
And all the elements crowd round about,
-Of presence puïssant admonished,-
The glorious company, and anthem out
Their service ministrant. Thou biddest now
The stormy wind to clip their whereabout-
They who descend the sea in ships avow
Thy wonders in the vasty deep.— 'Tis thine,
The watery universe;-There standest Thou,
Invisible, omnipotent, divine,

Mirroured in tempest. Waves are lift on high,
And men ascend to heaven upon the brine,
And sink again into the immensity

Profound; because of fear their troubled souls Melt and reel drunken in their agony,

And then they cry to Thee-Thy power controls
The storm into a calm; and glad are they:
And o'er the pleasant ocean as it rolls,
Thou bringest them to their desired bay.

Who barred the Sea with doors, when issued he
Out of the womb, and, ere he had a way,

Swathed him in cloud, and made the darkness be
His swaddling band? Who brake
Who brake up and defined
His destined habitation, doth decree

His limits, and his haughty billows bind?

-JEHOVAH, the OMNIFIC! The Clouds are His Chariot, and He walketh on the Wind.

He watereth from his chambers high and far
The hills; and into the deep vale that sinks
"Twixt them, irriguous and irregular,

He sendeth Springs; whereat the field-beast drinks,
His thirst the wild ass quenches; and whereby,
Among the branches foliaging their brinks,
The fowls of heaven do blend their harmony.
He makes the Vapours to ascend, and He
Brings forth the Wind out of his armoury.

To Him reply the Lightnings-Here are we:
The Snow, the Hail, the Rain, do call Him Sire;
And the Dew saith-Thou hast begotten me.
Frost by His breath is given, and coals of Fire
Are kindled in His wrath. The heavens were bowed,
And He came down, pavilioned in His ire;
"On Cherubim and Seraphim He rode
Most royally, and on the" expanded "wings
Of mighty winds came flying all abroad."

He touched the Cities and they smoked, like things
Of smouldering conflagration. Ere man's eye
Regained its vision, or his shudderings
Subsided; lo, the flame had rolled from high
Over them like a furnace;-citadels,

And their indwellers. Roared the liquid sky,
Dissolved into a sulphur flood, like hell's,

In stormy undulation, wild and deep;

And o'er th' appalling chasm the void calm dwells; A smoking desart, and a soldered heap;

An undigested wreck, an ashy waste,

A field of bitumen whence none may reap,
Plants bearing fruit of cinder none may taste,
And that salt Monument of Unbelief,

Stanced on the blasted scite, and not misplaced.

Eternal and Almighty-Best and Chief!

Spirits Thine Angels, and Thy Ministers

Thou makest flames of fire. The bounteous Sheaf

Of harvest is Thy gift. The universe

Of creatures and of things exists in Thee;

And all good gifts are Thine-to Man who errs,
The Seraph that adores, the Beast whose knee
Is bowed unto the rising Sun. Great GOD,
Pervading yet remote Divinity,

Whose glory above the clouds makes dark abode!
From Thee her Seasons hath the appointed Moon,
By whom the earth and heavens are endowed;
Her radiant Brother gains his highest noon,
And, at Thy bidding, hasteneth to his goal,
And, like a martyr, hails his fiery boon,
(Wherewith the mountain burneth like a coal,)
And sets in flame; soon to renew his race,
And, like a hero who hath ran the whole,

To die again in light, and pride of place,
And glory, as he lived. Darkness God makes,
Yea, this unnatural Night that shades Noon's face,
It is His work-whereat the firm Earth quakes
In dread of dissolution-as the light

It is to Him-'tis He the earth who shakes.