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tJoetrJ2. NO GOD. The fool hath said in his heart there is no God. BAMD Is there no God ? Go out upon the ocean When the storm king strikes w th his angry fist The tiny ri) pling waves of blue and purple, That lately gentle zeyhyrs sweetly kissed. See His wild racers shaking off their bridles, And tossing their white manes in fury high, As in their adness they would burst all bound'ries, Flinging defiance at the lowering sky. But, over all, above the rack and riot, Above the wreck of ships and treasures lost, Above the howling, shrieking rage and turmoil Of roaddenell waves by angry winds uptossed, A words falls like a star from out the heavens, Only a wisper, still and soft, and low Only a whisper but a word Almighty— Thus far, no further, shall thy proud waves go," And all the racers in their misht and fury, Feel that a strong hand checks the bridle rein And cowed, and beaten hack, with angry moauings, They slowly sink to peace and rest again. Is there no God ? Go track the midnight splendour, Look up from earth, poor offspring of earth's sod Go. trace those countless worlds in all their windings, And then say, if you dare, there is no God Who wrought the brilliant glory of the heavens ? Who, with unrivalled skill, unwearied care, Created all those worlds of wondrous beauty, And then witl1matchless patience set them there. Who gave to each its own appointed orbit ? Who through the network's vast intricacies Worked with an eye so keen, a touch so faultless, That not one single world its way should miss? Ages and ages have passed dimly o'er us The earth, then young, has "ow grown old and grey. And yet the bright pertection of thdr order Has never yet been marred in any way. Still do the stars march en their nightly journey. The planets show themselves like points of light Still is the old command observed II:, brokcn- "The sun shall rule by day. the moon by night. Oh. wondrous pageant of majestic beauty, Oh, fields unlimited, by man untrod. Ye utter no uncertain voice, but loudly tj Declare in clearest tones. there is a G>d Is there no God ? Go lift the slender harebell, The modest daisy, and the primrose pale The queenly ruse, the tiny shrinking violet That hides itself in every shady vale. Dissect me flower, and mark the slender twinnigs Of veins and arteries in each petal fair View well the wh;i!e, the delicate perfection, Work and design alike are perfect there. There is no fl iw or failure. All is beauty; Beauty without one blemish or one stain The lovely blossoms bear no spot of earth soil, Thongh in the earth so long the germ has lain. No God Go walk the forest in i's beauty Pace up and down those leafy emerald aisles, Where on the soft cold carpet spread beneath you The golden sunbeams dance in flickering smiles. Here's a cathedral nobler far than any That man has reared through eighteen hundred years Its living roof waves in the summer breezes, Kissed by the sun, washed by night's balmy tears. Here stretch long dreamy aisles of solemn beauty— Chancel and transept, pillar'd walls, and dome, Artistically far more proud and stately Thau any sculpture found in Greece or Rome. And in the night when the star lamps are burning; And God has breathed his silence on men's hearts, Then the winds sob and wail their ¡ilisuere, And every leaf to quivering music starts. See where the lightning blazes through the heavens. Cleaving the black cloud with his flaming sword Hear how the raging thunders roar and bellow, Their pealing praises to the thunder's Lord. There is no God who reared that wondrous temple? That nob'.e, stately structure, we oil nan? Who bade him live, and multiply, and conquer, When the first era of our time began. Who wrought that curious frame of bone and muscle, And fashioned every part with faultless skill ? Till man burst from his hand a thing of beauty, And instinct with the power to do and will There is no God who gave the eye its beauty ? Who caused the wonder of the subtle brain? Who made that complex mesh of neryes and fibres By which we laugh for joy or weep for pain, There is no God the fool keep3 on repeating. Did man then spring from nothing out of nought ? Was there no force, no over-mastering power That to perfection earth's first wonder brought ? There in a Cod each time we love we own it. For love could have been horn of God alone There is a God our breaking hearts acknowledge When under grief's fierce lash our spirits moan. There is a God Throughout the vast creation. From realms and regioi s man has never trod From rolling planet worlds and burning mountains.^ Bursts with one voice—" Ye fools there is a God Adelaide. AGNES NKALS.

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