This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1823 edition. Excerpt: ... NIGHT THE FIFTH. 'TIS long since I have hail'd the midnight hour Alone and unobserved; long since I've held Converse with thee majestic qneen of night; Or watch'd uninterrupted yonder orbs Revolve amid th' immeasurable space Mark'd out by their great Maker's boundless pow'r. And yet e'er while, when sleep ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1823 edition. Excerpt: ... NIGHT THE FIFTH. 'TIS long since I have hail'd the midnight hour Alone and unobserved; long since I've held Converse with thee majestic qneen of night; Or watch'd uninterrupted yonder orbs Revolve amid th' immeasurable space Mark'd out by their great Maker's boundless pow'r. And yet e'er while, when sleep forsook my eyes. By pain affrighted; night succeeding night, I used to sit, and muse upon the state Of this terraqueous globe; or raise my mind, When harrassed and disturb'd, above the scene Of human life;--above the starry vault, To that bless'd region of eternal rest, Where care will be forgot; till by degrees My soul was tranquilized, and join'd again Calm and composed, the busy bustling crowd. But I have known since this, full many a change And sad vicissitude; corroding grief Has worn my spirits; I have felt the sting Of faithless friendship; but my soul has look'd Up to that friend above, who ne'er forsakes, No, not one moment, those who trust in him. And can I call myself a friendless thing, --One unregarded, unobserved, unknown; Though all the world should shun me, whilst my God Regards, observes, and knows me, whilst his hand Is stretch'd to succour, whilst his ready ear Is ever open to my slightest moan? No, I possess in him a friend beyond, Far, -far beyond the worth of earthly friends. And shall I then neglect his well-known will, And with deliberation rush on sin? Shall I though oft enticed forsake the path Of moral rectitude, and join the crowd To follow pleasure, in her mazy round Of vanity and vice; and there forget Him who has led me through the-thorny way Of busy life, and 'mid those adverse scenes I have encounter'd in the toilsome march, Has sooth'd my drooping spirits, and has pour'd The balm of consolation on my heart? No, ...
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