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PROCEMION
IN His blest name, who was His own creation,
Who from all time makes making his vocation;
The name of Him who makes our faith so bright,
Love, confidence, activity, and might;
In that One's name, who, named though oft He be,
Unknown is ever in Reality:
As far as ear can reach, or eyesight dim,
How high so'er thy fiery spirit hovers,
Its simile and type it straight discovers
Onward thou'rt drawn, with feelings light and gay,
Where'er thou goest, smiling is the way;
No more thou numbrest, reckonest no time,
Each step is infinite, each step sublime.
1816.
WHAT God would outwardly alone control,
And on his finger whirl the mighty Whole?
He loves the inner world to move, to view
Nature in Him, Himself in Nature too,
So that what in Him works, and is, and lives,
The measure of His strength, His spirit gives.
1816.
WITHIN us all a universe doth dwell;
And hence each people's usage laudable,
That ev'ry one the Best that meets his eyes
As God, yea e'en his God, doth recognise;
To Him both earth and heaven surrenders he,
Fears Him, and loves Him too, if that may be.
1816.
ONE AND ALL
Into the limitless to sink,
No one. I trow, will ever blink,
For there all sorrow we dismiss.
Instead of cravings, wants untold,
Fatiguing demands and duties cold.
Surrender of one's self is bliss.
O. World-soul, come to fill our lives,
For he who with thy spirit strives
Attains the height of his vocation.
Then, sympathetic spirits, speed us;
Great masters, gently higher lead us
To the Creator of creation.
In re-creating the created,
Lest fossilize the animated,
Aye, active power, is manifest;
The non-existing actualizing.
In younger worlds and suns is rising,
But never, nowhere, can be rest.
In active deeds life proves unfolding;
It must be moulded and keep moulding;
Sometimes but seeming rest 'twill gain.
The eternal stirreth in us all;
And into naught we all must fall,
If e'er in life we shall remain.
1821
BEQUEST
No being into naught can fall,
The eternal liveth in them all ;
In being, therefore, be thou blessed,
Being is eternal, for fixed measures
Preserve its ever-living treasures,
In which the world is nobly dressed.
The Truth of yore has been decried,
And noble spirits has allied.
To dear old Truth we must adhere !
'Tis to the Wise One Truth we owe:
To Him who did their orbits show
To earth and to her brother-sphere.
First, friend, within thyself thou enter,
For 'tis within that lies the center;
No noble thinker will gainsay.
No rule there's missing. So rejoice,
That conscience' independent voice
Serves duty as its solar ray.
We on our senses must rely,
And if our reason we apply,
Sensation never error yields;
With open eyes do all observing,
And roam with confidence unswerving
Through this world's rich and wondrous fields.
Temper your joys with moderation,
With reason keep in consultation,
When life is beaming with life's glee.
The past will thus become enduring,
E'en now the future life-securing;
The moment gains eternity.
Born, as of old, of patient love,
Whenever may the spirit move,
Are bard's and thinker's great creations;
With highest favors they are fraught.
Forefeel of noble souls the thought ;
Tis the most enviable of vocations.
1829
Source: opensiuc.lib.siu.edu/
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