Truth to the earth came down from heav'n above, Cloth'd in celestial beauty to the eye, Willing to see; man's guide to God on high. Her voice is voice of sweetness and of love, Of pow'r all feelings of the soul to move. When she but speaks, all wild'ring phantoms fly, Each cheat, and fraud, and vile, illusive lie, Which in our murky air around thick rove. She speaks of Him, who ere the earth was made Was God's own Son in heav'nly glory bright; Yet dwelt with man in mortal flesh array'd, Redeemer blest! of this dark world the light;―― Whose death by cruel nails our life has won, Whose cross for us a bright, immortal crown. 6. CORRUPTED YOUTH. I've seen the morning sweet, serene, and bright, Cheer'd by th' effulgence of the orb of day, And ev'ry object drest in pure array; But soon the splendor chang'd to dismal night. Dark clouds and raging storms spread round affright, While lightnings gleam, and thunders bring dismay. And such too oft is Youth: thoughtless and gay, With ev'ry charm to bless th' admiring sight. But soon how chang'd! The face is mark'd with care, The furious passions cast away control, And outrag'd conscience shakes a glist'ning dart. Poor Youth! Would'st thou the marred scene repair, The sway of holy laws must guide thy soul, And love, and hope, and faith must fill thy heart. 7. PENITENCE. Heard ye the anguish of that broken sigh, Bursting from wretched sinner's smitten heart? Or did ye mark the contrite tears, which start In pearly drops from that uplifted eye? Blest is that groan; 'tis heard by him on high, Whose grace from prostrate soul will ne'er depart, Whose tender love will soothe the mental smart, And to Himself bring humble aliens nigh. Blest are those tears;――with brighter ray they shine, Than costliest gem, which tyrant's crown adorns, When beaming on the gaze of subject throngs. The grief of penitence wakes bliss divine Before His throne, who bore the crown of thorns, And Angels' harps resound with rapt'rous songs! 8. God's omnipresence. Psalm 139. O, whither from thy Spirit shall I go? Or whither from thine eye shall I repair? Thou, Lord, if I ascend to heav'n, art there; And there, if I lie down in grave below: Or if the wings of morning on me grow, And with the speed of light I pierce the air And find the shores, which India's billows wear,―― Ev'n there thy presence will around me flow.―― If I should say,――"night's veil will me conceal;" Yet in thy view the darkness shall be light, And deepest gloom will shine like flood of day.―― Thy presence, Lord, then let me ever feel Each budding, sinful aim and thought to blight, And urge to deeds of holy, blest array. 9. THE PROMETHEUS CHAINED OF AESCHYLUS.