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THE PRAYER OF NATURE.—By LORD…

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THE PRAYER OF NATURE.—By LORD BYRON. (December 130,5.) (From Moore's Life or Byron.) FATHER of Light! great God of heaven! Hear'st Thou the accents of despair ? Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice atone for crimes by prayer ? Father of Light! on Thee I call Thou see'st my soul is dark within Thou, who can'št mark the sparrow's fall, Avert from me the death of sin No shrine I seek, to sects unknown, Oh point to me the path of Truth Thy dread Omnipotence I own, Spare, yet amend, the faults of youth. Let bigots rear a gloomy fane, Let superstition hail the pile, •- Let priests, to spread their sable reign, With tales of mystic rites beguile. Shall man confine his Maker's sway To Gothic domes of mouldering tflne ? Thy temple is the f"ce of day Earth, Ocean, Heaven. Thy boundless throne. Shall man condemn his race to hell Unless they bend in pompous form Tell us that all. for one who fell, Must perish in the mingling storm ? Shall each pretend to reach the skies, Yet doom his brother to expire, Whose soul a different hope supplies, i Or doctrines less severe iiispire ? Shall these, by creeds they can't expound, Prepare a fancied bliss or woe ? Shall repiiles, grovelling on the ground, Their Great Creator's purpose know ? Shall those, who live for self alone, Whose years float on in daily crime— Shall these by Faith for guilt atone, And live beyond the bounds of Time ? Father! no prophet's law 1 seek,- Thy laws in Nature's work appear;- I own myself corrupt and weak, Yet will I pray, for Thou wilt hear! Thou, who can' guide the wandering star Through tractiess realms of aether's space; Who calm'st the elemental war, Whose hand from pole to pole I trace;— Thou, who in wisdom placed me here, Who, when thou wilt, can take me hence, Al) whilst I tread this earthly sphere, Extend to me thy wide defence. To Thee, my God, to thee I call Whatever weal or woe betide, By Thy command I rise or fall, In Thy protection I confide. If. when this dust, to dust restored, < My soul shall float on airy wing, How- shall Thy Glorious Name ad red Inspire her feeble voice 10 sing

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