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T'uE VOICE or CREATIoN.-GO on, be
meath the arched Heavens in nights pro-
Sound gloom, and say, if you Gun, "Ihere
IS no G0di' Pronounce that dreadful
asphcmy, and each star above you vii
rcproach your unhroken darkness OF intel
lect; every voice that floats upon the nigh,
winds, will bewai! your utter hope!essness
aud despairl l. there no Godl Who,
then, unrolled the blue scroll, and threw
upon It's high iroutespicse the legible
g.eamings sofimmoria!iiyl Who fashioned
the green earth, with its perpetual rolling
waters, and its wide expanse OF islands
and Of main! who settled the foundations
ui the mountainsl Who.paved the heavens
"a .,h clouds, and attuncd, amid the clamor
OF storms, the voice Of thunders, and un-
chained lighinings that linger, and lurk,
and flash in their glooml Who gave 10
The eagle safe eyrie where the tempests
dwell and beat the strongest, and to The
dove a tranquil abode amid The forests, and
echo 10 the minstrelsy Of her moanl


Who made thee. o mani with thy per
f,cted elegance Of intellect and form'--


Who made the light pleasant to thee. and
the darkness a covering. and herald 10
The FIRST beautiful flashes OF the morniBgi
Who gave thee that ma,chless sinew Of
symmetry and lipl That regular flowing
passion Of ambition and oi loyel No G0di
And yet the thunder OF heaven. and the
waters Of the earth are calm! Is there no
ligh ming, thai heaven is not avenged
Are there no floods, that man is not swept
under a delugel