New Hampshire Statesman And State Journal

POETRY.

Edinburgh Review. The last number of this Review contains some spirited remarks on poems, written by a mechanic commonly called the Sheffield Brazier. The following extract or comparison of the outward and visible glories of the Creator is eminently fervid and beautiful.

"God said, Let there be light!"
Grim darkness felt his might,
And fled away;
Then, startled seas, and mountains cold
Shone forth, all bright in blue and gold,
And cried, 'Tis day! 'tis day!'
Hail, holy Light! exclaimed
The thund'rous cloud that flamed
O'er daisies white;
And lo, the rose, in crimson dress't
Lean'd sweetly on the lily's breast,
And blushing, murmur'd, Light!
Then was the sky-lark born;
Then rose the embattled corn;
Then floods of praise
Flow'd o'er the hills at noon;
And then, in stillest night, the moon
Pour'd forth her pensive lays.
Lo, heav'n's bright bow is glad!
Lo, trees and flowers, all clad
In glory, bloom!
And shall the mortal sons of God
Be senseless as the trodden clod,
And darker than the tomb?
No, by the mind of man!
By the swart artisan!
By God, our sire!
Our souls have holy light within,
And every form of grief and sin
Shall see and feel its fire.
By earth and hell, and heav'n,
The shroud of souls is riven!
Mind, mind alone,
Is light, and hope, and life and power!
Earth's deepest night, from this bless'd hour
The night of minds, is gone!"