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POETIC A L.
BOOK THE FIRST.
SACRED AND MORAL,
9 1. Ar Adilress to the Deity. Thomson.
ye five other wand'ring fircs that more
In myftic dance, not without song, resound FATHER of light and life! Thou Good His praise, who out of darkness call d up light. O resch methat is good. Teach me THYSELF! Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run
Air, and ye elements, the eldest birih
Perpetual circle, multiforms and mix
And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change
Vary to our great Maker till new praise. Sacrod, substantial, never-fading bliss ! [pure; Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise
From hill or streaming lake, dusky or grey, 2. Adam and Eve, in a Morning Hymn, call upon Till the sun paint your fieccy skirts with gold, all the parts of the Creation to juin with ibem in In honour to the world's greai Author rile!
extolling tbeir common Maker. Milton. Whether to deck with clouds th' uncolour'd sky, THESE are thy glorious works, Parent of good, or wet the thirty carth with failing thowers,
Almighty, thine this universal frame, Rising or falling till advance his praise. Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then! His praile, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Unspeakable, who litt'st above thele Heavens
Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines, To us inviGbic, or dinly seen
With every plant in sign of worship warc. In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Fountains, and ye that warble as ye fiow Thy goodness beyond thought, and pow'r divine. Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praisc, Speak ye who best can tell, ye fons of light,
Join voices, all ye living Souls; ye Birds, Angels; for ye bchold him, and with longs
That singing up to Heaven's gate afcond, And choral symphonies, day without night,
Bear on your wings and in your potes his praise, Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven,
Ye that in waters glide, and ye
that walk On Earth, join all ye creatures to extol
The carth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Him fint, him laft, him midt, and without end. Witnets if I be filent, morn or even, Faireft of Itars, laft in the train of night,
To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh fhade If better thou belong not to the davn,
Made rocal by my fong, and taught his praise.
Have gather daught of cvil, or conccald,
§ 3. On the Deity. Mrs. BARBAULD, And when high noon haft gain'd, and when thou I READ Gol's awful name emblazon a high .
With golden letters on th'illumin'd íky; Moon, that now meet'st the orient sun, nowfly'r Nor less the mystic characters I see With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that tlies, Wrought in cach flower, inscrib’d on ev'ry tree;
In ev'ry Icaf that trembles to the breeze Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,
Nor is the least a cheerful heart, With thee in busy crowded cities talk;
That tastes those gifts with joy. In every creature own thy forining power,
Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
I'ben nature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more, From anxious cares, from gloomy terrors free,
My ever grateful heart, O Lord, And feel myself omnipotcnt in thce.
Thy mercy thall adore. Then when the last, the closing hour draws Through all eternity to Thce
nigh, And earth recedes before my swimming eye;
A joyful fong I'll raise,
For O! eternity's too short
To utrer all thy praise.
$ 3. Hymn on Providence. ADDISON. Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on high, And, having liv'd to thee, in thec to die. THE Lord my pasture fall prepare,
And feed me with a thepherd's care:
His pietence shall my wants supriy, 4. Hymn on Gratitul. Addison. And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks he thall attend, WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, And all my midnight hours dcfend. My riling loul surveys;
When in the sultry glebe I faint, Transported with the view, I'm lost
Or on the thirty mountains pant; In wonder, love, and praise.
To fertile vales, and dewy meads, O how thall words with equal warmth
My weary wand'ring Iteps he leads; The gratitude declare
Where peaceful rivers, foft and flow, That glows within my ravish'd heart!
Amid the verdant landskip flow. But thou canst read it therc.
Tho' in the paths of Death I tread, Thy providence my life sustain’d,
With gloomy horrors overspread, And all my wants redress d,
My ficdtast heart thall fear no ill, When in the silent womb I lay,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still; And hung upon the breast.
Thy friendly crook thall give me aid, Toall my weak complaints and cries
And guide me through the dreadful thade. Thy mercy lcnt an ear,
Tho' in a bare and rugged way, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
Through devious lonely wilds I ftray, To form themselves in pray'r.
Thy bounty Thall my pains beguile : Unnumber'd comforts to my foul
The barren wilderness shall smile, Thy tender care bestow'd,
With fudden greens and herbage crown'd;
And streams shall murmur all around.
§ 6. Another Hym, from the beginning of 1 With hecdicis lieps I ran,
191b Pjalm. Addison.
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And Ipangled Heavens, a thin ng frame,
Their great original proclaim:
Does his Creator's pow'r display,
The work of an Almighty hand.
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the list’ning earth
Repeats the story of her birth :
Whilft all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in ther turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
Before the loud melodious spheres, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Their tuneful round begun; What though in folemn silence all
Before the shining roads of heav'n More round the dark terrestrial ball!
Were measur'd by the fun : What tho'nor real roice nor found
Ere through the empyrcan courts Amid their radiant orbs be found !
One hallelujah rung; In realon's ear they all rejoice,
Or to their harps the sons of light And utter forth a glorious voice,
Ecstatic anthems sung: For erer singing as they shine, ti The hand that made us is Divine."
Ere men ador'd, or angels knew,
Or prais'd thy wondrous name ;
Thy blils, O facred Spring of life ! 7. Arober Hym». Mrs. Rowe.
Thy glory, was the fame.
And when the pillars of the world
With sudden ruin break,
And all this vast and goodly frame
Sinks in the mighty wreck;
When from her orb the moon shall start,
Th’astonish'd sun roll back,
And all the trembling starry lamps
Their ancient course forsake;
For erer permanent and fix'd,
From agitation free,
Unchang'd in everlasting years,
Shall thy existence be.
$ 9. Anorber Hymn, from Psalm 148tb. OGILVIE, Reveal their skilful Maker's praise With silent clegance.
Let each enraptur'd thought obey,
And praise th’Almighty's name :
Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and skies,
In onc melodious concert rise,
To swell th’inspiring theme.
Ye fields of light, celestial plains,
Where gay transporting beauty reigns, la balmy whispers own, from Thce
Ye scenes divinely fair !
Your Maker's wondrous power proclaini;
And breath'd the fluid air,
Ye angels, catch the thrilling found!
While all th'adoring thrones around
His boundless mercy sing:
Let ev'ry lift'ning saint above
Wake all the tuncful foul of love,
And touch the livectest string.
Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir; 8. Anot ber Hymn. Mrs. Rowe.
Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire,
The miglity chorus aid :
Thou, moon, protract the melting strain,
And praise him in the ade,
Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God,
Who call d yon worlds from night :
“ Ye Thades, dispel!”-th’ Eternal taid; Their liquid stores display'd :
At once th’involving darkness filed,
And nature 1prung to light.
Whate'er a blooming world contains,
That wings the air, that skiins the plains,
United praile beltow :
Ye dragons, found his as ful name
Hiin wouldst thou please? With rev'rcnd awe To heav'n aloud; and roar acclaim,
Observe the dictates of his Law: Ye livelling deeps below.
In secret on thy couch recliu'd Let every element rejoice :
Search to its depth thy restless mind, Ye thunders, but with awful voice
Till hush'd to peace the tumult lie, To him who bids you roil;
And wrath and strife within thee die. His praise in softer notes declare,
With pure gifts approach his fhrine, Each whispering brecze of yielding air,
And safe to Him thy care resign. And breathe it to the foul.
I hcar a hopelcis irain demand,
" Where's now the wish'd Deliv'rer's hand?" To hin, ye graceful cedars, bow;
Do Thou, my God, do Thou reply, Ye tow'ring mountains, lending low,
And let thy prelence from on high Your great Creator own;
In full effusion o'er our head Tell, when affrighted nature shook,
Its all-onlivening influence lhed. How Sinai kindled at his icok,
What joy my conscious heart o'erflows! And trembled at his frown.
Not such th’exulting lab’rer knows, Yc focks that haunt the humble vale,
When to his long expecting eyes
The vintage and the harvexts rise,
And, shadowing wide the cultar'd foil,
With full requital crown his toil.
My weary eves in sleep I close,
My limbs, secure, to rest compose ;
For Thou, great God, shalt screen my head, Ye plumy warblers of the spring,
And plant a guard around my bed.
§ 11. Pfium 515. MERRICK. To him who Ihap'd your finer mould, Who tipp'd your glittering wings with gold, THE words that from my lips proceed, [read,!
My thoughts (for Thou thole thoughts can't
My God, my King, attentive weigh,
And hear, o hear me, when I pray.
With carliest zeal, with wakeful care,
To Thee my foul thail pour its pray r,
And, cre the daun has freak'd tho íky,
To Thee, whom nought obfcurd bs lain
Can please ; wbore doors to fcct profane
Tnexorable sand; whole Law
Offenders from thy right thall awe.
Let cach whore tongue to lies is turn'd,
Wlio lcitons of deceit has learn'd,
Orthi:sis a brother's blood to shed,
Thy hate and heaviest vengeance dread. Ye fair, by nature forin'd to move,
But I, whose hope thy Lore supports, O praise th'ctemal Scurce of love,
: How great that Love!) will tread thy courts, With youth's enlivening fire:
My knces in lowliest rev'rence bend, Let age take up the tureful lay,
And tow'rd thy fhrine my hanus extend.
Do thou, just God, my path prepare,
And guard mc from cach hotiile Inare;
O lend me thy conducting ray, § 10. Psalm 4ih. MERRICK.
And level to my steps thy way. DEFENDER of my rightful caute; Behold me by a troop inclos d,
While anguish from my bosom draws Of falschoud and of guilt compos'd: The deep-felt figh, the ceaseless pray’r,
Their throat a fepulchre displays, O make thy feryant still thy carc.
Deep, wide, insatiate ; in their praise That aid, which oft my griefs has healid, Lurks flatt'ry, and with specious art To aid again, entreated, yield.
Bclies the purpose of their heart. llow long, ye sons of pride, how long
O let the mischiefs they intend Shall fallchood arm your impious tongue,
Retorted on themselves defccid, And erring rage your breast inflame,
And let thy wrath correct their sin, My pow'r to thwart, my acts defame?
Whose hearts thy mercy fails to win. To God my heart shall vent its woe,
May all whose trust on Thee is piac'd Who, proinpt his blethings to bestow
Peace and delight perpetual taste, On cach whose breast has learn'd his fuar, Sasid by thy care, in fongs of joy Bows to my plaint the willing car,
Their ever grateful voice eruploy,
And share the gifts on those bestow'd,
His rank awhile, by tlry decree, Who love the name of Jucob's God.
Th’Angelic Tribes beneath them fice, To each who bears a gusitlefs heart,
Till round him thy imparted rays Toy grace its bleitings Ahall impart;
With unextinguth'd giory blaze. Store as the brazen thield, thý aje
Subjected to his feer by tiiee, Arcund Lin cats its cov'ring shade.
To Him all Nature bows the knee;
The beafts in him their Lord behold; $ 12. Pfalm 6!b. MERRICK. The grazing herd, the bleacing fold,
The favage race, a countless train, 0
SPARE me, Lord, nor o'cr my head
That range at large th' extended plain,
The fowls, of various wing, that fly With pitying eye my weakness view,
O'er the vast cicfert of the fky,
And all the wat’ry tribes, that glitle
Through patlis to human fight deny'd.
Immortal King! Through Eartli's wide frame, Vezire my pains their bounds to know, And fix a period to my woe.
How great wy honour, praile, and name! Kuum, great God, return, and save Toy sirvant from the greedy grave.
§ 14. Pfulm 23d. MERRICK. Shali Death's lony-filent tongue, o say,
L9, my Shepherd's hand divine ! The w.cords of thy pow'r display,
Want thill never more be mine. Or fale Corruprion's startled car
In a pasture fair and large Tny praile within its prisen hear?
He thall feed Iris happy Charge, Bv languor, grief, and care opprell,
And my couch with rend'rcft care it groans perperual leaves my breast, Midt the fpringing grals prepare. Ard:ears, in large profusion thed,
When I faint with fummer's heat, Jacetant lave my sleepless bed.
He shall lead my wearv feet My life, though yet in mid carect,
To the streams that fuli and flow Buboids the winter of its year,
Through the verdant meadlow how, (While clouds of grief around me roll,
He my loal ancw shall frame, And hostile storms invade my loui,)
And, his mercy to proclaim, Releotiets from my chcek cach trace
When through devicus paths I Bray, Of youth and blooming healıb: erase,
Teach my steps the better way. And fpread before my wafting night
Though the dreary vale I tread The shades of all-obícuring nighi.
By the shades of death o'erspread; Herce, ye profane : My Saviour hears; There I walk frem terror free, While yet I speak, he wipes my tears,
While my ev'ry wish I fee Accepts my pray'r, and bids each foe
By thy rod and statt supplied; With shame their vain attempts forogo,
This my guard, and that my guide. And, ftruck with horror froin on high,
While my foes are gazing on, In wild disorder backward fy.
T'liou thy fav’ring care halt thorn;
Thou my plentcous board haft spread; 13. Pfulm & 15. MERRICK.
Thou with oil refresh'd my head; Mimortal King! Through Earth's wide frame Fill'd by Thee my cup o'ertiows;
How great thy honour, praise, and name ! For thy Love no limit knows.
And ball bid thy hallow'd Dome
§ 15. Pfiilin 122.1. MERRICK.
THE feftal Morn, my God, is come, Wlct, rapt in thought, with wakeful tye
That calls me to thy honour'd Donc I view the wonders of the sky,
Thy prefence to adore: Whole frame thy fingers o'er our head
My feet the fummions fhall attend, la nich magnificence have fprcad;
With wiling steps thy Courts afceud,
And.trcad the hallow'd floor.
Ev'n now to our transported cyes
Within her gates we stand, His humble lor thould find a share;
And, loft in wonder and delight, Or what the Son of Man, that Thou
Behold her happy Sons unite Thus to buis wants thy car frouldi bow?
In friendship's firmest band.