AN HYMN.

Αν

WAKE, ny muse, to contemplations high, No longer sleep in earthly dust below; Search whence thou art; thou'lt finda reason why Thou should'st thy being and thy nature know.

Omnipotence in wisdom Infinite,

Is thy great Origin: O creature man, God is thy being! Life and innate Light! In such a mirror canst thou nothing scan?

Jesus, the great effulgency of God!

In threefold* light the grand instruction seals He shews the path the lion's whelps ne'er trod, In which the heav'nly glory he reveals.

O bright essential form! prior to days!
Thou splendid blaze of incorporeal might!
Angelic lights are thy effulgent rays,

All beings out of thee are void of light.

O Jesus! ev'ry creature's great archtype,
Thou art the truth of great Jehovah's plan:
Thou art the first-the fairest, fullest ripe

Fruit of the vine, that chears both God and man.

Bright star of glory! (like a knot of beams
Sprung forth immediate from unclouded Sol)
Thee I behold, the crystal sea, whose streams
(To cheer my soul thro' time) spontaneous roll.

O thou, superior light! I see thee mine,
In nature's glass thou art reveal'd to me.
In all terrestrial forms thy glories shine;
One life! one light! in rich variety.

* Luke, ix. 26.

Aki

VISIT OF HOPE TO SYDNEY COVE.

WHERE Sydney Cove her lucid bosom swells,
Courts her young navies and the storm repels,
High on a rock, amid the troubled air,

HOPE stood sublime, and wav'd her golden hair;
Calm'd with her rosy smile the tossing deep,

And with sweet accents charm'd the winds to sleep,
To each wild plain she stretch'd her snowý Kand;
High-waving wood and sea encircled strand.

"Hear me," she cried, "ye rising realms record
Time's op'ning scene, and Truth's unerring word.
There shall broad streets their stately walls extend,
The circus widen and the crescent bend;

There ray'd from cities o'er the cultur'd land,
Shall bright canals and solid roads expand.
There the proud arch, Colossus-like, bestride
Yon glitt'ring streams, and bound the chafing tide;
Embellish'd villas crown the landscape scene,
Farms wave with gold, and orchards blush between.
There shall tall spires and dome-capp'd tow'rs ascend,
And piers and quays their massy structure blend;
While with each breeze approaching vessels glide,
And northern treasures dance on ev'ry tide."
Here ceas'd the nymph-tumultuous echoes roar,
And Joy's loud voice was heard from shore to shore:
Her graceful steps descending trac'd the plain,
And PEACE and ART and LABOUR join'd her train.

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