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At thy dread voice the suinmond billows crowd,{ Till, all around with liquid toils beset,
And á still silence lulls the wondering flood: The Lord swept o'er their beads the watery net.
Kollid up, the crystal ridges ftrike the skies, He freed the ocean from his secret chain, (main.
Waves peep o'er waves, and seas o'er feas arife. And on each hand discharg'd the thundering
Around in heaps the listening surges stand, The loosen'd billoras burit from every tide,
Mute and obiervant of the high command. And whelm the war and warriors in the tide;
Congeal'd with fear attends the watery train, But on each hand the solid billows food,
Rous'd from the secret chambers of the main. Like lotty mounds to check the raging food;

With savage joy the sons of Egypt cry'd, Till the blett race to promis d Canaan pals'd
(Vast were their hopes, and boundleis was their O'er the dry path, and trod the watery walte,
Let us pursue those fugitives of Nile, (pride)
This servile nation, and divide the spoil;
And spread fo wide the slaughter, till their blood § 26. The 1391b Psalm parapbrased. Pitt.
Dyes with a ítronger red the blushing .itood. O pread Jelovah! thy all-piercing eyes
Oh! what a copious prey their hosts atford, Explore the motions of this mortal frame,
To glut and farten the devouring (word ! This tenement of duit: Thy stretching fight

As thus the yawning gulf the boasters pass'd, Surveys the harmonious principles, that move At thy command rush'd forth the rapid blaft. In beauteous rank and order, to inform Then, at the signal given, with dreadful lway, This cask, and animated mass of clay. In one huge heap roll'd down the roaring lea; Nor are the prospects of thy wond'ous fight And now the ditentangled waves divide, To this terrestrial part of man connin'd; Unlock their folds, and thaw the frozen tide. But moot into his foul, and there discern The deeps aların'd cali terribly from fır The first matcrials of unfathion'd thought, The loud, embat:led furges to the war; Yet dim and undigested, till the mind, Till her proud fons altonith'd Fgypt found Big with the tender images, expands, Cover'd with billows, and in terpelis drown'd. sind, fwelling, labours with th' ideal birth,

What God can emulate thy power divire, Where'er I move, thy cares pursue my feet Or who oppose his miracles to thine? Attendant. When I drink the dews of fleep, When joyful we adore thy glorious name, Stretch'd on my downy brd, and there enjoy Thy trembling toes contes their fear anu Thame; A sweet forgetfulness of all my toils, The world attends thy absolute command, Unteen, thy lov'reign presence guards my sleep, And nature waits the wonders of thine hand. Watts all the terrors of my dreams away, That hand, extended o'er the twelling sea, Soothis all my ul, and to tens my repote. The conscious billows reverence and obey. Before conception can employ the tongue, O'er the devoted race the surges sweep, And mould the du&tile innges to found; And whelm the guilty nation in the deep. Before imagination stands display'd, That hand redeem'd us fronı our servile toil, Thine eye the future eloquence can read, And each insulting tyrant of the Nile : Yet unarray'd with Ipeech. Thou, mighty Lord ! Our nation came beneath that mighty hand, Halt moulded man from his congenal duft, From Egypt's realms, to Canaan's ficred land. And spoke him into being; while the clay, Thou wert their Guide, their Saviour, and thieir Beneath thy forming hand, leap'd forth, inspir'd, God,

And itarted into lite: through every part, To smooth the way, and clear the dreadful road. At thy command, the wheels of motion play'd The distant kingdoms thali thy wonders hear, But lúch exalted knowledge leaves below, The fierce Philiitines thall confess their fear; And drops poor man from its superior sphere. 'Thy fame thall over Edom's princes spread, In vain, with realon's ballast, would he try And Moab's kings, the universal dread; To item thi' untathomable depth: his bark While the valt scenes of miracles impart O'eriets, and founders in the valt abyss. A thrilling horror to the bravest heart. Then whither Call the rapid fancy run, As through the world the gathering terror runs, Though in its full career, to speed my flight Canan thail thrink, and tremble for his fons : From thy unbounded prelence? whicii, alone, Till thou hast Jacob trom his bondage brought, Fills all the regions and exterded fpace At such a vair expence of wonders bought, Beyond the bounds of nature! Wither, Lord ToCanaan's promis'd realms and bleit abodes, Shall my unrein'd imagination rove, Led through the dark recefles of the floods. To leave behind thy Spirit, and out-fly. [fpread Crown'a with their tribes thall proud Moriah rise, its infiuence, which, with brooding wings out And rear his luminit nearer to the skies. Hatch'd unfedy'dnaturefrom the dark protound Through ages, Lord, Mall itretch thy bound- If mounted on my tow’ring thoughts I climb

Into the heaven of heavens, I there behold Thy thronehall Itand when time shall be no more: The blaze of thy unclouded majetty! For Pharaoh's steeds, and cars, and warlike train, In the pure empyrean thee I view, I eap.d in, and boldly rang'd the fandy plain : High thron'd above all height, thy radiant frin While in the dreadtul road, and defert way, Throng'd with the proftrate Seraphs, who receiv T!» shining crowds of gaping tithes lay: Biatitude part uiterance! If I plurge

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Down to the gloom of Tartaros profound, Allye who thirft for blood!--forswoln withpride,
There too I find thee, in the loweft bounds Each haughty wretchblafphemesthy sacred name,
Of Erebus, and read thee in the scenes "And bellows hås reproaches to affront
Of complicated wrath: I see thee clad Thy glorious Majeity. Thy foes I hate
In all the majetty cf darkness there.

Worse than my own. O Lord! explore my soul !
If, on the ruddy morning's purple wings See if a flaw or stain of Gn infects
Upborne, with indefatigable course

My guilty thoughts; then, lead me in the way I seek the glowing borders of the east, That guides my feet to thy own heaven and thee, Where the brigit iun, emergent from the deeps, With his firit glories gilds the sparkling seas, And trembleso'er the waves; ev'n there thy hand $ 27. An Hymn to the Supreme Bring. An ImiShall thro' the watery desert guide my course, iation of ibe 104tb Psalm, Blacklock. And o'er the broken furges pave my way, While on the dreadful whirls I hang secure,

Quid prius dicam folitus parentis And mock the warring ocean. If, with hopes

Larudibus ? qui res bominum ac degrum, As fond as false, the darkness I expect

Qui mare & terras, viljuc murdum

Hor. To hide, and wrap me in its mantling shade,

Temperat boris? Vain were the thought; for thy unbounded ken Arise, my soul! on wings seraphic rise! Darts thro' the thick’ning gloom, and pries thro' And praise th'almighty Sov’reign of the skies; The palpable obscure. Before thy eyes (all In whom alone essential glory shines, Theranquih dnight throwsoff herduiky shrowd, which not the heav'n of heav'ns, nor boundless And kindles into day: the shade and light

space contines. To man ftill various, but the fame to thee. When darkness rul'd with universal sway, On the is all the itructure of my frame He spoke, and kindled up the blaze of day; Dependant. Lock'd within the silent womb First, fairelt offspring of th' omnific word! Sleeping Ihy,and rip'ning to my birth; [there; Which like a garment cloth'd its sov'reign Lord. Yet, Lord, thy cutstretch'd arm preserv'd me On liquid air he bade the columns rise, Before I mor'd to entity, and trod

That prop the starry concave of the skies; The verge of being. To thy hallow'd name Diffus'd the blue expanse from pole to pole, I'll pay due honours; for thy mighty hand And spread circumfluentæther round the whole. Built this corporeal fabric, when it said Soon as he bids impetuous tempefts fly, The ground-work of existence. Hence I read To wing his founding chariot thro' the sky, The wonders of thy art. This frame I view Impetuous tempests the command obey, With terror and delight; and, wrapt in both, Sustain his flight, and sweep th' aërial way. I tartle at myself. My bones, unform’d Fraught with his mandates, from the realms on As yet, nor hardening from the viscous parts, Unnumber'd hofts of radiant heralds fly [high, But blended with th' unanimated mass, From orb to orb, with progress unconfin'd, Thy eye diftintly view'd; and, while I lay As lightning swift, refiftless as the wind. Within the earth, imperfect, nor perceiv'd In ambient air this pond'rous ball he hung, The firit faint dawn of life, with ease survey'd And bade its centre rest for ever strong; The vital glimmerings of the active feeds, Heav'n, air, and fea, with all their storms in vain Jutt kindling to existence, and beheld Affault the basis of the firm machine. My fabitance scarce material. In thy book At thy almighty voice old Ocean raves, Was the fair model of this structure drawn, Wakes all his force, and gathers all his waves; Where every part, in just connection join'd, Nature lies mantled in a wat'ry robe, Compos'd and perfected th' harmonious piece, And foreless billows revel round the globe: Ere the dim speck of being learn’d to stretch O'er highest hills the higher surges rile, Its duéile form, or entity had known Mix with the clouds, and meet the fluid skies. To range and wanton in an ampler space. But when in thunder the rebuke was giv'n, How dear, bow rooted in my inmost soul, That shook th' eternal firmament of heav'n;. Are all thy counsels, and the various ways The grand rebuke th'affrighted waves obey, Of thy eternal providence! the tuin And in confusion scour their uncouth way; So boundless and immenie, it leaves behind And posting rapid to the place decreed, The low account of numbers; and outfies Wind down the hills,and sweep the humble mead. All chat imagination e'er conceiv’d: [shores, Reluctant in their bounds the waves subside ; Les camerous are the sands that crowd the The bounds, impervious to the lathing tide, The barriers of the ocean. When I rise Restrain its rage; whilst, with inceffant roar, From my loft bed, and softer joys of fleep, It shakes the caverns, and assaults the shore. I rife othee. Yet lo! the impious flight By him, from mountains cloth'd inlucid (now, Thy mighty wonders. Shall the sons of vice Through fertile vaies the mazy rivers flow. Elude the vengeance of thy wrathful hand, Here the wild horse, unconscious of the rein, Andmakthyling'ringthunderwhichwithholds That revels boundless o'er the wide campaign, Its forky terrors from their guilty heads ? [flv Imbibes the filver surge, with heat opprest, Thou great tremendous GOD!--Avaunt, and To cool the fever of his glowing breast

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Here rising boaghs, adorn'd with summer's | Nor does our world alone its influence shares pride,

Exhaustless bounty, and unwearied care Project 'their waving umbrage e'er the tide; Extends thro' all th' infinitude of space, While, gently perching on the leafy {pray, And circles nature with a kind embrace. Each feather'd warbler tunes his various lay: The azure kingdoins of the deep below, And, while thy praise they fymphonile around, Thy pow'r, thy wifdoin, and thiy goodness thow Creation echoes to the grateful sound. Here multitudes of various beings stray, Wideo'er the heavens the various bow he bonds; Crowd the profound, or on the surface play: Its tindures brighten, and its arch extends : Tall navies here their doubtful way explore, At the glad sign the airy conduits flow, And ev'ry product waft from tho é to shore; Soften the hills, and cheer the meads below: Hence meagre want expell’dand fanguine itrife, By genial fervour and prolific rain,

For the mild charms of cultivated lite; Swift vegetation clothes the smiling plain : Hence social union spreads from foul to soul, Nature, profusely good, with bliss o'erflows, And India joins in friendship with the pole. And Itill is pregnant, tho' the ftill bestows, Here the huge potent of the scaly train

Here verdant pastures wide extended lie, Enormous fails encumbent o'er the main, And yield the grazing herd exuberant supply. An animated ille! and, in his way, Luxuriant waving in the wanton air, Dashes to heaven's blue arch the foamy sea: Here golden grain rewards the peasant's care: Wlien skies and ocean mingle itorm and famc, Here vines mature with fresh carnation glow, Portending inftant wreck to nature's frame, And heav'n above diffuses heav'n below. Pleas d in the scene, he mocks, with conscious Erect and tall here mountain cedars rise,

prido Wave in the starry vault, and emulate the skies. The volly'd lightning, and the surging tide; Here the wing'd crowd, that skim the yielding? And while the wrathful elements engage, With artful toil their little domes prepare; (air, Foments with horrid sport the tempeit's rage. Here hatch their tender young, and nurie the All these thy watchful providence supplies, rising care,

To thee alone they turn their waiting eyes; Up the steep hill ascends the nimble doc, For them thou open'it thy exhaustleis atore, While timid coneys (cour the plains below, Till the capacious with can grasp no more. Or in the pendent rock elude the scenting foe.S But, if one moment thou thy face should's

He bade the silver majesty of night Thy glory clouded, or thy smiles deny'd, Chide Revolve her circles, and increase hier light; Then widow'd nature veils her mournful eyes Asignd a province to each rolling sphere, And vents her grief in universal cries : And taught the sun to regulate the year. Tben gloomy death, with all his meagre train At his command, wide bov'ring o'er the plain. Wide o'er the nations spreads his dismal reign Primaval nigbt resumes her gloomy reign : Sea, earth, and air, the boundless ravage mourr Then from their dens, impatient of delay, And all their hofts to native dust return. The savage monsters bend their speedy way, But when again thy glory is display'd, Howl thio'the spacious waste, and chase their Reviv'd creation lifts her cheerful head; frighted prey.

New rising forms thy potent smiles obey, Here stalks the ihaggy monarch of the wood, And life rekindles at the genial ray; 'Taught from thy providence to ask his food! United thanks replenish d nature pays, To thee, O Father, to thy bounteous skies, And heav'n and earth resound their Maker He rears his mane, and rolls his glaring eyes:

praise. He roars; the desert trembles wide around, When time shall in eternity be loft, And repercussive lills repeat the found. And hoary nature languis into dust,

Now orient gems er- eaftern skies adorn, For ever young, thy glory thall remain,
And joyful natue luis the op'ning morn: Vast as thy being, endless as thy reign.
The rovers, conscious of approaching day, Thou from the regions of eternal day,
Fly to their shelters, and forget their prey. View'st all thy works at one immense furvey
Laborious man, with moderate Number blest, Tleas'd thou behold 'il tho whole propensely tes
Springs cheerful to his toji from downy rest; To perfe& happiness, its glorious end.
Tillgrateful evening with her argent train, If thou to earth but turn thy wrthful eye
Bid labour cease, and ease the weary swain. Her batis trembles, and her offspring dies :

“Hitl ov'reign goodness!all-productive mind! Thou smit'st the hills, and at the Almighty by
On all thy works thyself intcrib'd we find: Their summits kindle, and their inwards glc
How various a!), how variousy endow'd, While this immortal spark of heav'nly fun
Hlow great their number and each part how good! Difends my breast and animates my frame:
Hw perfect then muft the great Parent shine, To the my ardent praises shall be borne
Who with one act of energy divine,

On the iritbreeze that wakes the bluthing mo Lain the valt plan, anei finith'd the design!" | The latest star thall hear the pleating found, Where'er the pleasing search my thoughts and nature in full choir hall join around. Fillue,

When full of thee my soul excursive flies l'ubruid a gool. els rises to my view; Thro' earth, air, ocean, or tby regal akies ;

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From world to world new wonders ftill I find, When thou, O Lord, thalt stand disclos'd
And all the Godhead fathes on my mind; In niajesty severe,
When wing d with whirlwinds, vice thall takeitz And sit in judgment on my soul,
To the deep bofom of eteraal night, [fight

O! how shall I appear?
To thee my soul thail endeks praises pay: But thou hast told the troubled soul,
Join, men and angels, join the exalted lay!

Who does her fins lainent,

The timely tribute of her tears 28. dec Hyme. Anon.

Shall endless woe prevent. How are :hy fervants blest, O Lord!

Then see the sorrows of my heart, How fure is their defence!

Ere yet it be too late :
Ete tal wisdom is their guide,

And hear my Saviour's dying grcans,
Tacir help onnipotence.

To give those sorrows weight.
In foreign realms, and lands remote,

For never thaJl my soul despair Espported by thy care,

Her pardon to procure; Through burning climes I pass d unhurt,

Who knows thy only Son has died
And breath d in tainted air.

To make that pardon sure.
Tty mercy sweeten'd every foil
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§ 30. A Hymn on the Seasons. Thomson. e every region please; The bury Alpine hills it warmd,

Tuese, as they change, Almighty Father, these.

Are but the varied God. The rolling year And inooth d the Tyrrhene feas.

Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleating Spring Third, O my font, devoutly think,

Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love. Hus with ansighted eyes

Wide flush the fields: the softening air is balma; Thou 12w'f the wide extended deep

Echo the mountains round; the forett smiles; In all its borrors rise!

And every sense and every heart is joy. Confatica daet in ev'ry face,

Then comes thy glory in the Summer months, And fear in ev'ry heart,

With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Wben waves on waves, and gulphs in gulphs, And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder (peaks,

Shoots full perfection thro' the swelling year: O'ercame the pilot's art.

And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, Yet then from all my grisfs, O Lord, Bybrooksand groves,in liollow whilp'ring gales. Thy mercy set me free;

Thy bounty thines in Autumn unconfin', While in the confience of pray'r

And spreads a common feast for all that lives. My fcui 109% hold on thee.

In Winter awful Thou! with clouds and stormz Tur though in dreadful whirls we hung

Around Theethrown,tempeito'er tempelt rollid, High on the broken wave,

Majestic darkness ! On the whirlwind's wing, I keek thon west bot flow to hear,

Riding lublime, Thou biddist the world adore, Nor impotent to five.

And humblest nature with thy northern blaft. The storm was laid, the winds retir'd

Mysterious round! what kill, what force diObedient to thy will;

Deep-felt, in these appear! a simple train, (vine, The sea, that roar'd at thy command,

Yet so delightful mix'd, with such kind art, At tby command was itill.

Such beauty and beneficence combin d;

And all so forming an harmonious whole, In ridit of dangers, fears, and deaths,

Shade, unperceiv'd, 10 softening into fade; Thy goodness I'll adore;

That, as they still succeed, they ravish Itil, Ard praise thee for thy mercies past,

But wandering oft, with rude inconscious gate, And humbly hope for inore.

Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty hand My life, if theu preserv'st my life,

That, ever busy, wheels the filent spheres; Tby facrifice shall be;

Works in the secretdeep; shoots,steaming, thence And death, if death must be my doom,

The fair profufion that o'erspreads the Spring; Sal join my soul to thee.

Flings from the sun direct the daming day;

Feeds ev'ry creature; hurls the tempelt forth, ( 29. Another Hymn. Anon.

And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, Wazsnifag from the bed of death,

With transport touches all the springs of like.

Nature attend ! join every living scul
Oʻzabelm'd with guilt and fear,
I leo Maker face to face,

Beneath the fpacious temple of The iky,
Obow hall I appear?

In adoratian join ; and ardent raise

One general tong! To him ye vocal gales, If yet, zile pardon may be found,

Breathesoft,wholespiritinyourfreshnetsbreathes: And mercy may be fought,

Oh talk of him in folitary glooms, My bear with inward horror Thrinks, Where o'er the rock the scarcely waving pine And trembles at the thought:

Fills the brown made with a religious awe !

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And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar, When even at last the solemn hour shall com
Whoihaketh astonish'd world,lift high to heav'n And wing my mystic flight to future worlds
Th’impeteous song,andsay from whom you rage. I cheerful will obey; there, with new power
His praite, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; Will rising wonders sing: I cannot go
And let me catch it as I mule along.

Where universal love not smiles around,
Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound: Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns :
Ye softer floods that lead the humid maze From seeming evil ftill adducing good,
Along the vale; and thou majestic main, And better thence again, and better still,
A secret world of wonders in thyself,

In infinite progression.-But I lose Sound his Itupendous praise,whose greater voice Myself in Him, in light ineffable ! Or bids you roar, or bids your roaring fall. Come then, expressive filence, muse his praisc So roll your incenfe,herbs and fruitsand flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose fun exalts,

31. Hymn to Humanity. Langhorne. Whofe breath perfumes you, and whose pencil

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PARENT of virtue, if thine ear
Ye forests bend, ye harvests wave to Him; Attend not now to sorrow's cry;
Breathe your ftill song into the reaper's heart, If now the pity-streaming tear
As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Should haply on thy cheek be dry;
Ye that keep watch in heav'n, as earth asleep

Indulge my votive strain, O sweet Humanity
Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams,
Ye constellations, while your angels Itrike,

Come, ever welcome to my breast! Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre.

A tender, but a cheerful guest. Great source of day! blest image here below

Nor always in the gloomy cell Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide,

Of life-consuming Torrow dwell; From world to world, the vital ocean round,

For sorrow, long-indulg'd and flow,
On nature write with every beam his praise.
The thunder rolls: be huth'd the proftrate world; And grief, that makes the heart its prey;

Is to Humanity a foc;
While cloud to cloud returns the folemn hymn. Wears Sensibility away,
Bleat out afresh, ye hills; ye mofly rocks,
Retain the sound: the broad responsive low,

Then comes, sweet nymph, instead of thee,

The gloomy fiend, Stupidity.
Ye valleys, raise; for the Great Shepherd reigns;
And bis unsuffering kingdom yet will come.

3. Ye woodlands, all awake: a boundless long

O may that fiend be banilhid far, Burftfrom the groves! and when the

restlessday, Nor ever let me cease to know

Though passions hold eternal war!
Expiring, lays the warbling world alleep,
Sweetest of birds ! (weet Philomela, charm

The pulse that throbs at joy or woe.
The listening hades,andteach thenight hispraise.

Nor let my vacant cheek be dry, Ye chief for whom the whole creation smiles;

When sorrow fills a brother's eye;
At once the head, the heart, the tongue of all, Nor may the tear that frequent flows
Crown the great hymn! In swarming cities vast, E'er make this pleasing sense depart,

From private or from social woes,
Allembled men to the deep organ join
The long-resounding voice, oft breaking clear, Ye Cares, O harden not my lieart!
At folemn paules, thro' the swelling bale;

4 And as each mingling fame increases each,

If the fair ítar of fortune smile, In one united ardour rise to heav'n.

Let not its flattering power beguile; Or if you rather choose the rural shade, Nor, borne along the fav’ring tide, And find a fane in every sacred grove:

My full fails twell with bloating pride. There let the thepherd's flute the virgin's lay, Let me from wealth but hope content, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre,

Remembering till it was but lent; Stiil ting the God of Seasons as they roll.

To modest merit spread my store, For me, when I forget the darling theme,

Unbar my hospitable door; Whether the blossom blows; the Summer ray

Nor fecd, for pomp, an idle train, Rullets the plain; inspiring Autumn gleams ;

While want unpitied pines in vain. Or Winter rises in the blackening east:

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Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint ro more, If Heaven, in every purpose wise,
And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. The envied lot of wealth denies;

Should fate command me to the farthest verge If doom'd to drug life's painful load
Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Through poverty's uneven road,
Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun And, for the dire uriad of the day,
Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Destin'd to toil as well as pray;
Flames on th’Atlantic isles, tis nought to me: To thee, Humanity, itill true,
Since God is ever present, ever felt,

T! wish the good I cannot do;
In the void waste as in the city full;

And give the wretch, that parles by, And where He vital spreads, there must be joy.! A foothing word a teará ligh. 7

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