When the winds battle with the floods, And bow the mightiest of the woods— When the loud thunder, crash on crash, Follows the lightning's herald flash, And rocks, and spires, and towers are rent, "Tis startling—but magnificent.
Carrinoton.
One of that stubborn sort he is,
Who, if they once grow fond of an opinion, They call it honour, honesty, and faith, And sooner part with life than let it go.
Do we want to contemplate the powers of the Almighty ? We see it in the immensity of the creation. Do we want to contemplate his wisdom t We see it in the unchangeable order by which the incomprehensible whole is governed. Do we want to contemplate his munificence? We see it in the abundance with which he fills the earth. Do we want to contemplate his mercy? We see it in his not withholding that abundance even from the moat unthankful.
Have-you not seen the timid tear Steal trembling from mine eye ?
Have you not marked the flush of fear, Or caught the mur
