In all the earth, O Lord, thy name how great, How glorious in the heavens doth it shine! Sun, moon, and stars, which thou hast made, are thine, And o'er all worlds, in majesty elate, Thou reignest king. Then what is man's estate, How low,――in which through pride he doth repine? Yet thou didst give him rank almost divine, When him with pow'r to rule thou didst create―― (Only a step beneath the angels high――) O'er oxen, sheep, and beasts wild roving wide, O'er all the fowl that in the air do fly, And fish, that in the ocean-depths do glide. O, God! who dost all praise and glory claim, In all the earth how excellent thy name! 90. TO MY NATIVE TOWN. PITTSFIELD, my native town, how chang'd art thou, Since first, in childhood's years, thy streets I trod, And in thy single temple worshipp'd God, My father then thine only teacher!――Now On ev'ry side the rival temples grow, As though upspringing from prolific sod, With tow'r, or spire high-tap'ring to a rod; And num'rous teachers now heav'n's pathway show: But Truth is one, unchang'd, always the same,―― Its sempiternal source with God on high, Whence God's own Son in wondrous mercy came, Pure light to pour on man's dark, wild'ring eye. May all thy pastors guide their flocks aright, And lead them to the heav'nly pastures bright. 91. TO SARAH ANNA HOPKINS. SARAH, my much-lov'd grandchild, thou dost bear An ancient name of honor; on this day, Which marks just sixteen years, quick fled away Since first thou didst draw in the vital air; No greeting need I give thee, but my prayer, Utter'd with all the fervency I may, That of her "faith in God" the pow'rful sway, Like ancient Sarah, thou wilt keep with care. So shall thy future years, of unknown count, Be years of honor, usefulness, and joy, For thou wilt drink at Christian joy's pure fount, And hopes, like these, will thy best thoughts employ―― 'A glad exchange to me will sure be given,―― For death new life, for earth a glorious heaven!' 92. TO MRS. DOUGLASS, IN JAIL. Lady, who late didst teach the blinded slave, And hidden truth didst open to his sight, God's minister of his own heav'nly light,―― I honor thee, most noble, good, and brave. Let despots of the "Old Dominion" rave, And for this, in their chivalry and might, A woman shut in prison! This poor spite From dark forgetfulness thy name shall save. So Galileo was in dungeon deep By bigots thrust, because he dar'd to say, Our system's centre is the orb of day, And earth revolves by laws that never sleep. Though him they silenc'd, still the earth turns round: Though thee they bind, God's light shall not be bound! 93. "READY FOR EITHER."