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And aid the Muse's unexperienc'd wing,
Attend the swains, pursue the starry road, Wee Goodrets,theme divine, the foars to fing! And nail to earth the Saviour and the God! Teo' all cay attributes, divinely fair,
Redemption ! oh thou beauteous mystic plan! Tly fu perfection, glorious God! declare;
Thou lalutary source of life to man! Yet it onc beams superior to the rest,
What tongue can speakthycoinprehensivegrace? Oh let thy Goodness faireft be confess's :
What thought thy depths unfathomable trace? As thines the moon amidt her itarry train,
When lost in tim our ruin'd nature lay, As breathes the role amongit the flow'ry fcene, When awful justice claim d her righteous pay! As the mild dove her liver plunies displays,
See the mild Saviour bend his pitying eye, So theds thy mercy its diitinguith'd rays.
And itop the lightning just prepar'd to fly! This led, Creator mild, thy gracious hand, (o ftrange effect of unexampled love!) When fornless Chaos heard thy high command; View him defcend the heav'nly throne above; When, piezs id, the eye thy matchleis works re- Patient the ills of mortal life endure, view'd,
Calm, tho' revil'd, and innocent, tho'poor! And Goodsefs, placid, spoke that all was good! Uncertain his abode, and coarse his food,
Nor only does in heav'a thy Goodness ihine ; His life one fair continued Icene of good;
For us sustain the wrath to man decreed,
The victim of eternal justice bleed! The filver crescent, and the starry gleam,
Look! to the cross the Lord of life is tied, As day and night alternate they command,
They pierce his hands,andwound his sacred lide, Proclain that truth to ev'ry distant land.
See God expires ! our forfeit to atone, See finiling nature, with thy treasures fair, while nature trembles at his parting groan! Coafe's thy bounty and parental care ;
Advance,thou hopeless mortal,leeld inguilt, Renes d by thee, the faithful seasons rise,
Behold, and, it thou canst, forbear to melt! And earth with plenty all her fons supplies.
Shall Jesus die thy freedom to regain, The genereas lion, and the brinded huar,
And wilt thou drag the voluntary chain? As nighty tero' the forest walks they roar,
Wilt thou refuse thy kind atlent to give, Nor from thy hand untated go away : From ticeAlmighty Maker, seek their prey, Wben dying he looks down to bid thee live!
Perverse, wilt thou reject the proffer'd good, To thee for meat the callow ravens cry, Supported by thy all-preserving eye :
Bought with his life and streaming in his blood ?
Whole virtue can thy deepest crimes efface, From thee the feather'd natives of the plain,
Re-heal thy nature, and confirm thy peace! 0: those who range the field,or plough the main, Can all the errors of thy life atone, Recerisewith content courie th' appointed food, And raise thee from a rebel to a fon!
O blest Redeemer, from thy sacred throne, Thy irand thou open'it, million d myriads live; Where faints and angels ting thy triumphs won! Thou trawn it, they faint, thou smil ft, and they (Where from the grave thou rais'd thy glorious On virtue's creas on rapine's stores, (revive!
head, Se her'n impartial deal the fruitful thow'ss! Chain d to thy car the pow'rs infernal led) Life's.com.moa blelings all her children thare," From that exalted height of bliss supreme, Tread the same earth, and breathe a gen'ral air? Look down on those who bear thy facred name; Without distinction boundiefs bleflings fall,
Restore their ways, inspire them by thy grace, Aad Goodness like the sun, enlightens all!
Thy laws to follow, and thy Iteps to trace; G, leatn of brutes thy Maker to adore ! ob man degenerate man ! offend no more! Thy bright example to thy doctrine join,
And by their inorals prove their faith divine !
Nor only to thy church contine thy ray, De won the tunerul voice of mercy cries,
O'er the glad world thy healing light display:
Fair Sun of Righteousness! in beauty ride, And sand when lov 'reign Goodness charms the And clear the mists that cloud the mental skies!
To Judah's remnant, now a scatter'd train, Park towth. wretch hisawful narre blafphemes, on great Messiah ! thew thy promisid reign; Hispita pares-his clemency reclaims !
O'er earth as wide thy saving warmth diffuse, O eve his patience with the guilty itrive,
As spreads the ambient air, or falling dews; Ani w tbe criminal repent and live;
And halte the time when, vanquish'd by thy
pow'r, Beim tie bijnate, he would not die !
Death thall expire, and sin defile no more ! Anul anternets--amazing mvit,
RECTITUDE. con fich mercy thould be lot! But #mitro view the ray's of gondnets join
Hence distant far, ye sons of earth profane, In se tam post of ridinice ali divine, The loose, ambitious, covetons, or vain : Behoid, cara Mue! yon erliern light; Ye worins of pow'r! ye minion'd Naves of state,
pizin, ateing, bend tliy light! The wanton vulgar, and the fordid great! Huurt hele to the thepher is giv'n, But come, ye purer fouls, from drofs refind, Guud was in curth to mn.n, and peace in liar'n: The blameless heart and incorrupted mind!
And take the cup of universal goud;
Saali thefe tbro' ev'ry tribe his bounty own,
Radi tug'rive with gentle tye,
Let your chaste hands the holy altars raise, That all who feel, condemn the dreadful ro Fresh incense bring and light the glowing blaze, Shall own that righteous are the ways of Gi Your grateful voices aid the Muie to sing Oh then, while penitence can fate difarm The spotless justice of th’ Almighty King! While ling’ring Justice yet withholds its aru
As only Rectitude divine he knows, Whileheav'nly patiencegrants the precioustir As truth and fanctity his thoughts compose; Let the lost finner think him of his crime; So there the dictates which th' Eternal Mind Immediate, to the seat of mercy fly, To reasonable beings has assign'd;
Nor wait to-morrow_left to-night he die! These has his care on ev'ry mind impressid, But tremble, all ye fins of blackest birth, The conscious seals the hand of Heav'n atteft: Ye giants, that deform the face of earth; When man, perverse, for wrong forsakes the Tremble, ye tons of aggravated guilt, right,
And, ere too late, let Torrow learn to melt :He still attentive keeps the fault in sight; Remorseless Murder! drop thy hand severe Demands that strict atonement should be made, And bathe thy bloody weapon with a tear ; And claims the forfeit on th' offender's head ! Go, Luft impure ! converse with friendly lig But Doubt demands "Why man dispos’d Forsake the manfions of defiling night; “ this way?
Quit, dark Hypocrisy, thy thin disguise, “Why lett the dang'rous choice to go astray? Nor think to cheat the notice of the skies! “If Heav'n that made him did the fault foresee, Unsocial Avarice, thy grasp forego, “Thence follows, Heav'n is more to blame than And bid the uletul treasure learn to flow! Nomhad to good the heart alone inclin'd, [he."Restore, Injustice, the defrauded gain! What toil, what prize had virtue been allignid: Oppression, bend to eale the captive's chain, From obstacles her noblett triumphs Aow, Ere awful Justice strike the fatal blow ! Her spirits languish when the finds no foe! And drive you to the realms of night below Man might perhaps have to been happy ftill,
But doubt resumes—"If Justice has decre Happy, without the privilege of will, “The punishment proportion'd to the deed And just, because his hands were tied from i!l !S“ Eternal misery seems too severe, Owond'rous scheme, to mend th'almightyplan, “ Too dread a weight for wretchedman tu bez By sinking all the dignity of man!
“Tooharth!—that endless torments shouldreļu Yet turn thy eyes,vain sceptic,own thy pride, “ The crimes of life-the errors of a day!" And view thy happinefs and choice allied; In vain our reason would prefumptuous p See virtue from herself her bliss derive, Heav'n's counsels are beyond conception high A bliss, beyond the pow'r of thrones to give; In vain would thought his meatur'd justice lo See vice, of empire and of wealth puffelsd, His ways how differenc from the ways of in Pine at the heart, and feel herself unbless'd: Too deep for thee his secrets are to know, And, fay, were yet no farther marks assign'd, Enquire not, but more wisely fun the woe Is man ungrateful? or is Heav'n unkind? Warnd by his threat'nings to his laws atte “Yes, all thewoes from Heav'n permitlive fall
, And learn to make Omnipotence thy frien “The wretch adopts—the wretch improves them Our weaker laws, to gain the purpos'd end From his wild lust, or his oppressive deed, [all." Oft pats the bounds the lawgiver intends; Rapes, battles, murders, facrilege proceed; Oft partia pow'r, to serve its own design, His wild ambition thins the peopled earth, Warps from the text, exceeding reason's li Or from his av'rice famine takes her birth; Strikes biais d at the perfon, not the deed, Had nature giv'n the hero wings to fly, And sees the guiltless unprotected bleed! His pride would lead hiin to attempt the sky ! But God alone, with unimpassion'd figli To angels make the pigmy's folly known, Surveys the nice barrier of wrong and riglu And draw ev'n pity from th' eternal throne. And while subfervient, as his will ordains,
Yet while on earth triumphant vice prevails, Obedient nature yields the present means; Celestial Justice balances her scales.
While neither force nor passions guide bis vi With eye unbiass'd all the scene surveys, Ev'n Evil works the purpose he pursues ! With hand impartial ev'ry crime the weighs; That bitter spring, the source of human pa Oft close pursuing at his trembling heels, Heal’d by his touch,does mineral healtb con The man of blood her awful presence feels ; And dark añiction, at his potent rod, Oft from her arm, amidit the blaze of itute, Withdraws its cloud, and brightens into go The regal tyrant, with fuccefs elate, Is forc'd to leap the precipice of fate! For private safety strikes the dubious blou Or if the villain pass unpunih'd here, But Rectitude divine, witli nobler toul, 'Tis but to make the tuinire ftroke levere; Confults each individual in tle whole! For foon or late eternal Juitice pays
Directs the issues of each moral strive, Mankind the just deiert of all their ways. And sees creation struggle into life!
'Tis in that awful ail-dilcloting day, And you, ye happier ionls! who in his When bigh Omniscience thall her books display, Oblervant walk, and fing his daily praise When Justice thall pretent her strict account, Ye righteous few! whole calm unruttled b While Conicience thall attest the due amount; No tcars can darken, and no guilt infests,
To wbus his gracious promiles extend, His praise around, ye flow'ry tribes, exhale,
Flight; Or ye, fair natives of our earthly scene,
, as soon it must, Nor thou, vain lord of earth, with careleis car Shall drop, returring to its native dult; The universal hymn of worship hear! Tbe wurk of life with approbation done, But ardent in the sacred chorus join, Receive from God your bright immortal crown. Thy foul transported with the task divine !
While by his works th' Almighty is confess d,
Supremely glorious, and fupremely blessid! Batch, ad rent rous Muse, restrain thy light,
Great Lord of life! from whom this humble Dare not the blaze of uncreated light! Derives the pow'r to sing thy holy name, [frame Before whole glorious throne with dread surprise Forgive the lowly Mufe, whose artless lay Th'adoring Ieraplı veils his dazzled eyes ;
Has dar'd thy sacred Attributes survey! Whole pere effulgence , radiant to excess,
Delighted oft thro' Nature's beauteous field No colours cap delcribe , or words express !
Has The ador'd thy Wisdom bright reveald; All tbe fair beauties
, all the lucid ftores, Oft have her wishes aim'd the secret song, Wsichoerthyworkstbyhand resplendentpours, But awful rev'rence Itill withbeld her tongue. Febie, tby brighter glories to display,
Yet as thy bounty lent the reas'ning beain, Pale as the son before the solar
As feels my conscious breast thy vital flame, See op bes throže the gaudy Persian placid, So, blett Creator, let thy servant pay In all the pomp of the luxuriant eait!
His mite of gratitude this feeble way; While mangling gems a borrow'd day unfold, Thy Goodneis own, thy Providence adore Ya mark this scene of painted grandeur yield And the rich purple waves embofs'd with gold; And yield thee only-what was thine before. To the fair lily that adorns the field ! ard, behold that fainter lily lies,
$51. The Day of Judgment: a Seatonian Prize
Poem. By Dr. Glynn. Yet thek furvey contounded and outdone
ThyJustice, heav'nly King! and that great day,
When Virtue, long abandon'd and forlorn, That fun bizalelf withdraws his létrend beam Shall raise her pentive head ; and Vice, that erst From Ther
, the glorious Author of his frame! Rang'd unreprovod and free, thall sink appaild; Transcendent Pow'r! sole arbiter of fate ! I sing advent'rous-But what eye can pierce How great thy glory! and thy bliss how great! The vast immeasurable realms of space, To view from thy exalted throne above,
O'er which Messiah drives his flaming car (Eternal source oí light, and life, and love) To that bright region, where enthron'd lie fits, C'esember'd creatures draw their smiling birth, First-born of Heavon, to judge afsembled worlds, To blets the heav'rs, or beautify the earth;
Cloth'd in celestial radiance? Can the Muse, While fyt-ms roll, obedient to thy view, Her feebie wing all damp with earthly dew, Art worlds rejoice which Newton never knew. Soar to that bright empyreal, where around And will the concert of eternal praise ! athen mile the song, the gen'ral anthem raife, Myriads of angels, God's perpetual choir, Hymn hallelujahs, and in concert loud
? Which in the womb of space unnumber'd roll;/ Yet will I strive to fing, albeit unus'd And lead, concertive, round the solar frame; Of Fancy me enchanted, ne'er could lure le planets who compose our lefser scheme, To tread poetic foil. What though the wiles Tourse of nature! whole extensive ray
To rove o'er fairy lands; to swim tlic streams Wit cadeis charms adorns the face of day;
That through her valleys wave their mazy way; Coaching raise th' harmonious joyful sound, Or climb her mountain tops; yet will I raie His pride, ye winds that fan the cheerful air, (sweet as the mufic of the rolling (pheres)
ad es bis praises thro' the valt profound! My feeble voice to tell what'harmony His pravie a ocean thro' her realms display, Mayhope her promis'd crown; that Vice maydread Swift as abi país along your pinions bear! Attunes the moral world: that Virtue ftill
billows can convey! Vengeance, though late; that reas'ning Pride may Vis prate, je milty vapours, wide diffuse,
rajas dekending, or in milder dews ! Just, though unsearchable, the ways of Heav'n, Mis praises whisper, ye majestic trees,
Sceptic! whoe'er thou art, who lay'it the foul, is your rops ruftie to the gentle breeze, That divine particle which God's own breath.
By tbe rich bird's inimitable dyes;
By the superior lustre of the sun;
ar as her coding
Inspir'd into the mortal mass, thall rest Parthians; and they who dwelton Tyber's bank
Nowturnyoureyestoyon sweetImellingbow'r, Slighted a brother's fuff'rings. Here are the
[ttor Nor think for these he pays the tribute due Proftrate and pale ador'd the uteless heap. To Heav'n : of Heay'n he never names the name, Here too whoituind the chaste connubial bed!. Save when with imprecations dark and dire Who mix'd the pois'nous bowl;-or broke th He points bis jest obicene. Yet buxom Health Of hospitable friend thip;- and the wretch [ti Sits on his roly cheek; yet Honour gilds Whole liftlefs foul, tick with the cares of life, His high exploits; and downy-pinion d Sleep Unfummond, to the presence of his God Sheds a soft opiate o'er his peaceful couch. [this
, Ruth din with intult rude. How would they ją Seeft thou this, righteous Father! seest thou once more to vitit earth, and, though oppreis And wilt thou ne'er repay? Shall good and ill with all that pain and famine can inflict, Be carried undiltinguish d to the land Pant up the hill of life? Vain with ! the Judg Where all things are forgot?-Ah, no! the day Pronounces doom eternal on their heads, Willcome when Virtue from the cloud thall burst
, Perpetual punishment. Seek not to know That long obscur'd her beams; when Sin thall Ay What punishment! for that th' Almighty wil Back to her native Hell; there tink eclips 'd Has hid from mortal eyes: and Thall vain man In penal dark nels; where nor itar fhall rise, With curious search refin'd presume to pry Nor ever funshine pierce th' impervious gloom. Into thy fecrets, Father? No! let him
On that great day the folemn trump thallsound, With humble patience all thy works adore,
And on the labwars of a future race
Aed in the place of haren's eternal King Conduct my steps, fafe from the fiery gulph
, fruit and dow's Tell how that restless element of fire
Those dead volcanos, where engend'ring lie Stimes through the gloam to cheer their finking Sulphureous minerals, from the dark abyss fouls:
Pour Itreams of liquid fire; while from above, In agonies of grief they curse the hour As erst on Sodom, Heaven's avenging hand wca fint they let Rengion's onward way.
Rains fierce combustion. Where are now the There on the left are rang di but on the right of art, the toilofages? —Where are now (works A chosen band appre ir, who fought beneath
Th' imperial cities, sepulchres, and domes, Tbe banner of Jehovah, and denied
Trophies and pillars? Where is Egypt's boaft, Satan's united legions. Sorne, unmou'd
Those lofty paramids, which high in air Attbegrimtyrant's frown,o'er barb'rous climes Reard their aspiring heads, to distant times Difus & the Gospet's light: fome long im.nurd of Memphian's pride a lasting monument? Or, racks with all the agonies of pain, [they (sad fervitude ') in chains and dungeons pin'd; Teli me where Athens rais'd her tow'rs? where
Thebes Brezne out their fithtul lives. Thrice happy Open'd her hundred portals ?-Tell me where Woon Blav ne eered to that glorious trife! - Stood sea-girt Albion? where Imperial Rome, Here are they placid, whose kind munificence Propt by leven hills, fat like a sceptred queen, Nude bezves-hon Science raile her drooping And aw'd the tributary world to peace ? 7.
[head; Shew me the rampart which o'er many a hill, Eatai debeis just reward. Thou amongst there, Through many a valley,ftretch'dits wide extent, Good Salon' whole well-judg d benevolence Raisd by that mighty monarch to repel Fot'ring fair Genius, bade the poet's hand Bring annual os rings to his Maker's thrine, "Gainit Pekin's tow’rs he bent th' unerring bow. Stalt find the generous care was not in vain. But what is minic art? E'en Nature's work, Here is that tav rite brand, whom mercy mild, seas, meadows, pastures, the meand'ring streams, God; beft-lov'd z.tnbute, adorn'd; whose gate And everlasting hills, thall be no more. Why ted the han erv; to the thirty lip
No more thall Teneriff, cloud-piercing height!
D'er hang th’Atlantic surge; nor that fam's cliff, Reachidout the inert'y cup; whole care benign Tiro'which the Persian teerd with many a fail, Escort the aude ik'i tecur'd the pilgrim's fide; Throw to the Lemnian ille its evening shade Who heard the widow's tender tale, and thook o'er half the wide ligean. - Where are now The çiling hackle from the pris'ner's feet;
The Alps that confin'd with unnumber'd realms, Woh each endearing tir, each office knew
And from the Black Sea to the ocean stream Of meteed, heaven-descended Charity.
stretch'd their extended arms! -Where's Ararat, Charity, thou nymph divinely fair! That hill on which the faithful patriarch's ark, benean those whom ancient poets bound Which fevenlong months hadvoyag do'eritstop, lo anty's izdiffoluble chain,
First reited, when the earth with all her sons, The Gost! how fall I elliy to paint
As now by streaming cataracts of fire, they charms
, celestial maid! and in rude verse Was whelm'd by mighty waters ?--All at once Blizoa toe deeds thyfelf didst ne'er reveal ?
Are vanith'd and dissolvid; no trace remains, For the nor fankling Enyy can infect, No mark of vain distinction: heaven itself,
Pride That azure vault, with all those radiant orbs, pat tp xitu vain conceit: ne'er didit thou sinks in the universal ruin lolt. To fe the finner as a verdant tree [smile No more shall planets round their central sun Spread this tuxuriant branches o'er the Itream; Move in harmonious dance; no more the moon While de fome blasted trunk, the righteous fall Hang out her filver lamp; and those fix'd tars, Prostra, intorn. When prophecies thall fail, Spangling the golden canopy of night, When toegues shall cease, when knowledge is Which oft the Tuscan with his optic glass
Call'd from their wond'rous height, toread their And this grat day is come, thou by the throne And magnitude, fome winged minister (names Skal kt triumphant. Thither
maid! Shall quench; and (furest lign that all on earth bar me, O Dear me on thy soaring wing, Is loft) thall rend from heaven the mystic bow. dal chrough the adamantine gates of Heav'n Such is that awful, that tremendous day,
Stcod ever open to the stranger's call;