<p>I SEEK to move thee to my mind:<lb/> But in so doing, this I find; -<lb/> That 'tis not I who give to thee<lb/> The fond emotion I would see;<lb/> But thine immobility,<lb/> That moves me rather, more to thee.<lb/> Strange! that the coldness of thine heart,<lb/> Should thus to mine more warmth impart;<lb/> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac050"/> And thus, what I would draw, to see<lb/> Draw me, who would the drawer be!<lb/> The more thou dost my pray'r deny,<lb/> Alas! the more I burh and sigh,<lb/> Lamenting Love's perversity.</p> <p>Adtrahens, abstrahor.<lb/> The puller is pulled.<lb/> LIFE'S high-rais'd landmark is the firm set rock,<lb/> Emblem of HIM who moveth all aroumd,<lb/> Himself quiescent, yet who gives the shock<lb/> Of Life and Motion which throughout abound.<lb/> Man, whose weak hand, and as it suits his will,<lb/> Would pull to hum that rock, shall strive in vain,<lb/> And learn therein, his Destiny is still<lb/> Thereto but to be drawn, howe'er he strain.<lb/> Sure guide to those who unreluctant hale<lb/> Their back thereon-their toil shall best avail;<lb/> And those who doubt, shall find it still prevail.<lb/> Si nunquàm Danaën habuisset ahenea turris,<lb/> Non esset Danaë de Jove facta parens.-OVID, Amor. Eleg.19.<lb/> Saepè ego cùm possem facilem exorare puellam,<lb/> Difficilis mentem coepit habere meam.</p> <p>Quod movet, quiescit!<lb/> That which moves, is at rest!<lb/> GOD the Immoveable Rock, moves all. -Psalm xvii.<lb/> EVERY good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the<lb/> Father of Lights, with whom is no variableness neither shadow of turning. -James i.17.</p> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac051"/> <p>Omne motum non in moto movetur, sed in quiescente, et id qud movet, quiescit.<lb/> HERM. Paemand. cap. xi.<lb/> IMMUTABLE, yet changing all<lb/> On high, around, below;<lb/> Immoveable, yet moving all<lb/> The way that all should go: --<lb/> Fount of all Life and Light,<lb/> All Good, all Love, a Grace;<lb/> Encompassing with thought and sight,<lb/> Eternity and space:-<lb/> All peace, all sweet repose and rest,<lb/> Yet ever moving still<lb/> Earth, Sea, and Sky, as he knows best,<lb/> His purpose to fulfil:-<lb/> Changeless, where endless change we see,<lb/> Unmov'd-the Mover moves<lb/> All else in changeful harmony,<lb/> And though unmov'd-HE LOVES.</p> <p>WHAT is God? The Soul of the world. What is God? All that we see, and<lb/> that we do not see. The grandeur of God is infinite; alone He is all; for He<lb/> wills and directs His work.-SENECA.<lb/> AN Eternal God moves this mortal world; an Incorruptible Spirit breathes life into<lb/> our frail organs - CICERO.<lb/> We cannot understand God other than as a simple, free Being, divested of all<lb/> perishable admixture: knowing all things, impressing motion upon all, and enjoying in <lb/> and of Himself an eternal activity.<lb/> How do the Heavens speak to us? In what language doth it instruct us? The<lb/> seasons run their course; all is reborn, all things are renewed. It is with this eloquent<lb/> silence that they discourse to us the great Secret Principle by which all is moved.-<lb/> CONFUCIUS.</p> <p>Mon Dieu conduisse moy par la voie ordonnée,<lb/> Je suivray volontiers, de peur qu'un fort lien<lb/> Ne m'entraine mechant, où en hommme de bien<lb/> Je pourrois arriver, suivant la destinée.<lb/> The Prayer of Epictetus. LE SIEUR DU VAIR. (Manuel d'Epict.)</p> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac052"/> <p>MY light from whence it came, mounts still on high<lb/> Unto the source of light that's never dry.<lb/> Like as the Rivers to the Ocean runne,<lb/> From whence their secret fountaines, first begun;<lb/> Like as the stone doth to the center sway;<lb/> So to the Spheres my light still makes his way.<lb/> No joyes, delights, and greatest weights of gold,<lb/> Nor pampering pleasure fast our soule can hold.<lb/> The panting soule rests not, untill it see<lb/> His maker God, a Tri-une Deitie.<lb/> FARLIE'S Emblems.</p>

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