The Seventh Work of Original Poetical Productions. the Grand Panorama of Nature! the Drama of Beauty [Both in Prose]. Also, a Great Variety of Pleasing Matter [In Verse]. - Tapa blanda

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1863. Excerpt: ... gather'd in; where storms, can never come, and, of the baseless, visionary scene, leave not a pique behind! End of the First Scene. End of all things! The final Catastrophe. Ehovah! the Almighty; God over all! blessed for evermore! he, hath created all things; the sun, the moon, the stars, and every planet: each subservient to the weal of man: according to the wise decrees of him, who said, " Let there be light!"and it was so. At his command, they all stood fast; and when he speaks the word, they certainly must fall. These brilliant orbs, display vast magnanimity, and power divine! Behold yon azure canopy above; in which they all are plac'd, to run their separate rounds, and each alternate shine; by day, or night, nor deviate in their course: mid boundless tracks of ether, darting forth pellucid streams of light and heat, from yon stupendous arch, without a prop! where planets roll, and fiery meteors fly! in splendid order, harmony and grace, work out their author's will! the varied seasons of the year, with all its rich variety of fruit in store; can not do less than prove, munificence Divine! s This we have tested, in our pilgrimage through time; in life's short shifting scene! and shall; Until the end of all things he; The awful grand catastrophe! Which now to us is near at hand; But don't be in alarm at this, For Jesus can do nought amiss. "Prepare to meet thy God"--for lo, he comes, when little we may think. Hark! The rushing wind! The mighty hurricane! What is that dread noise I hear? The rush of many waters! Is this the final scene? It is; and no mistake! dense darkness now prevades the whole; the sun once bright and beautiful; is blotted from the sky! the moon, which wont to give her light, is turned into blood! and all the brilliant stars, which ...