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And in the place of heaven's eternal King Corduct my steps, safe from the fiery gulph
Lawless he wanders, thall ruth headlong on
Pour Itreams of liquid fire; while from above, In agonies of grief they curse the hour As erst on Sodom, Heaven's avenging hand When first they left Religion's onward way.
Rains fierce combustion. Where are now the These on the left are rang’d: but on the right |Of art, the roil of ages :-Where are now (works A chulen bund appears, who fought beneath Th’inperial citics, sepulchrcs, and domes, Thc banner of Jehovah, and defied
Trophies and piilars. Where is Egypt's boast, Satan's united legions. Some, unmoy'd Those lofty pyramids, which high in air At the grim tyrant's frown, o'er barb'rous climes Rear'd their atpiring heads, to diktant times Diffusd the Gospel's light : some long immur'd Of Memphian pride a lasting monumenti(Sad servitude !) in chains and dungeons pin d; Tell me where Athens raised her tow'rs? where Or, rack'd with all the agonies of pain, [they Thebes Breath'd out their faithful lives. Thrice happy Open'd her hundred portals - Tell me where Whom Yeav'n elected to that glorious strife! - Stood fea-girt Albion where imperial Rome, Here are they plac'd, whose kind munificence Prope by leven hills, sat like a sceptred queen, Made hearen-born Science raise her drooping. And awd the tributary world to peace ?-And on the labours of a future race [head; Shew me the rampart which o'er many a hill, Entail'd their just reward. Thou amongst thesc, Through many a valley, stretch'd its wide extent, Good Seaton' whole well-judg'd benevolence Rais'd by that mighty monarch to repel Fost'ring fair Genius, bade the poet's hand The roving Tartar, when with insult rude Bring annual off'rings to his Maker's fhrine, 'Gainst Pekin's tow'rs he bent th’unerring boit. Shalt find the generous carc was not in vain. But what is inimic art ? E'en Nature's woiks, Here is that fav’rite band, whom mercy mild, Scas, incadows, pastures, the meandring streams, God's best-lov'd attribute, adorn'd; whose gate And everlasting hills, shall be no more. Stood ever open to the stranger's call; No more thall I cneriff, cloud-piercing height' Who fed the hungry; to the thirsty lip O'erhang th'Atlantic surge; nor that famă cliff, Reach'd out the friendly cup; whose care benign Thro' which the Perti un iteerd with many a fail, From the rude blast secur'd the pilgrim's side ; Throw to the Lemnian ille its evening lhade Who heard the widow's tender tale, and thook O'er half the wide Ægcan. - Where are now The galling shackle from the pris'ner's feet ; The Alps that confin'd with unnumber'd realms, Who each endearing tie, cach ofice knew And from the Black Sea to the occan stream Of meek-eyed, 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, Sweeter than those whom ancient poets bound Which feven long months had voyag'do'erits top, In amity's indiffoluble chain,
First rested, when the carth with all her sons, The Graces! how tall i ellay to paint As now by streaming cataracts of fire, Thy charms, celestial maid! and in rude verse Was whelm'd by nighty waters ?All at once Blazon those deeds thyself didît ne'er reveal ? Are vanilli'd and disolvid; no trace reinains, For thee nor raakling Envy can infect, No mark of vain distinction; heaven iticilf, Nor Rage transport, nor high o'erweening Pride That azure vault, with all those radiant crós, Puf up with sain conceit: ne'er didit thou smile Sinks in the universal ruin lost. To see the finner as a verdant tree
No more Tall planets round their central sun Spread his luxuriant branches o'er the stream ; Morc in harmonious dance; no more the moon While, like some blafted trunk, the rightcous fall Hang out her filier lamp; and these fix'd stars, Proftrate, forlorn. When prophecies snail fail, Spangling the golden canopy of night, When tongues thall ceale, when knowledge is no which oft the Tuscan with his optic glass more,
Call’d from their wondrous height, to read their And this great day is come, thou by the throne And magnitude, some winged minifier (naines Shait fit triumphant. Thither, lovely maid ! Shall quench; and (fureít lign that all on carth Bear me, hear me on thy soaririg sving, Is lott) Tall rend from heaven the mystic bow. dad through the adattiantine gates of heav'n Such is that awful, that trornendous day,
Crid prius dicam folitis Parentis
Whose coming who shall tell ? For as a thicf At length The rose complete in finith'd pride,
Yet this fair world, the crcaturc of a day,
Tho'built by God's right hand, must pass away; Hymning my great Creator !. - Pow'r Supreme!
And long oblivion creep o'er mortal things, “ O everlasting King! to thee I kneel,
The fate of empires, and the pride of kings : “ To thee I lift my voice. With fervent heat
Eternal night shall veil their proudest story, “ Melt, all ye elements! And thou, high hear'n, And drop the curtain o'er all human glory. “ Shrink like a thrivellid scroll! Butthink,OLord,
The sun himself, with weary clouds opprest, “ Think on the best, the noblest of thy works; Shall in his filent, dark pavilion rest; “ Think on thine own bright image! Think on His golden urn shall broke and uteless lie, " him
Amidit the common ruins of the sky! “ Who died to save us from thy rightcous wrath: The stars rush headlong in the wild commotion, " And ’midit the wreck of worlds remember man!" And bathe their glitt'ring foreheads in the ocean.
But fix'd, O God! for ever stands i hy throne; § 52. Hyrins. By Mrs. BARBAULD.
Jehovah reigns, a universe alone ;
Cullected or diffus'd, is still the fame.
He dwells within his own unfathom'd efTence, HYMN I.
And fills all space with his unlounded presence. EHOVAH reigns: let ev'ry nation hear, J And at his footstool bow with holy fcar;
But oh! our highest notes the theme debase, Let heaven's high arches echo with his name,
And silence is our least injurious praise:[troul, And the wide peopled carth his praise proclaim;
Crafe, cease your fongs, the daring fight conThen send it down to hell's deep glooms rc
Revere him in the stillness of the foui; founding,
Bith lilent duty mcckly bend before him,
[ins. Thro' all her caves in dreadful murmurs found. And deep within your inmost hearts adore him.
He rules with wide and absolute command
For the love that crowns our days;
He saw the struggling beams of infant light For the bleilings of the field,
for the vinic's exalted juice,
Yellow fheaves of ripen d grain,
Superior o'er the dulky brow of night;
Scatters o'cr the Imiling land;
morning. Earth's blooming face with rising flow'rs he These to thee, my God, we owe,
Source whence all our blettings flow;
And for thele my foul Thallraite
Grateful vows and folemn praise.
Should the big-tree's blafted Thoot And with foft murmurs still her banks carclling. Drop her green untimely fruit;
• Although the fig-tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines, the labour of the olive fall fail, and the fields Tall yield no meat, the flocks shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the italls : yee I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvativne HASAKKUK, 11.17, 18.
Should the vine put forth no more,
BEHOLD where, breathing love divine,
Our dying Master stands?
Receive his last cominands.
1! but tender accents feil!
Became its author well: * Bless'd is the man whose foft’ning heart
“ Feels all another's pain ; " To whom the supplicating eye
“Was never rais'd in vain; “ Whofe breast expands with gen'rous warmth,
“ A stranger's woes to feel; “ And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
“ He wants the pow'r to heal. “ He spreads his kind supporting arms
“ To ev'ry child of gricf; “ His secret bounty largely flows,
“ And brings unak'd relief. “ To gentle offices of love
“ His feet are never flow; “ Ieviews, thro' mercy's mclting eye,
“ A brother in a foc. “ Peace from the bosom of his Goul,
My peace to him I give; “ And when he kneels before the throne,
“ His trembling foul shall live. ** To him protection shall be shewn;
• And mercy from above " Descend on those who thus fulfil
“ The perfc&t law of love."
Awakes the kindling ray ;
And pours incrcasing day.
The heathen world in gloom!
Triumphant from the tomb!
And loud hosannas sung;
And praise on ev'ry tunguc.
To hail this welcome morn,
With strong compatlion mov’d,
To save the souls he lov'd.
To bind his soul in death;
With his expiring breath.
The hope of Judah's line;
On aught so much divine.
Ascend the lofty kies;
Death's iron sceptre lies.
And Lord of all below,
' him is pard’ning love dispens'd,
A brother's pity Hows;
With mem'ry of our woes.
With theo that I may live,
soul! lift up thine eyes, See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a num'rous hott; Awake, ny foul, or thou art loft. Here giant Danger threat’ning ftands Must'ring his pale territic bands; There Pleasure's filken banners Spread, And willing fouls are captive led. See where rebellious passions rage, And fierce desires and lusts engage; The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain. Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground, Perils and snares beset thee round; Beware of all, guard ev'ry part, But most the traitor in thy heart. Come then, my soul, now learn to wield Che weight of thine immortal fhield; Put on the armour from above Of heav'nly truth and heav'nly love. The terror and the charm repel, And pow'rs of earth, and pow'rs of hell The man of Calvary triumph'd here; Vhy should his faithful followers fear?
One fun by day, by night ten thousand thine.
$ 53. An Address to tbe Deity. Nor less the mystic chara&ters I fee
Wrought in each fow'r, inscrib'd on ev'ry trce i Mrs. BARBAULD. In ev'ry leaf that trembles to the breeze
I hear the voice of God among the trees; Deus eft quodcunque videre, quocunque moreris.
LUCAN. With thee in shady solitudes I walk,
With thee in busy crowded cities talk;
In ev'ry creature own thy forming pow'r,
In each event thy providence adore. That hallow'd name to harps of Seraphs sung.
Thy hopes shall animate my drooping soul, Yer here the brightest Seraphs could no more
Thy precepts guide me, and thy fear controul, Than hide their faces, tremble, and adorc.
Thus thall I rett uvmov'd by all alarms, Worms, angels, men, in ev'ry diff'rent sphere
Secure within the temple of thine arms, Are equal all, for all are nothing here.
From anxious cares, from gloomy terrors free, All Nature faints beneath the mighty name
And feel myself oinnipotent in thee. Which Nature's works, thro' all her parts, pro- And carth reccdes before my swimming ere;
Then when the last, the closing hour draws nigh, claim. I feel that name my inmost thoughts controul,
H'hen trembling on the doubtful edge of fate And breathe an awful ftillness thro' my soul;
I ftand, and tretch my view to either state ; As by a charm, the waves of grief subside;
Teach me to quit this transitory scene Impetuous paflion llops her licadlong tide :
With decent triumph and a lock serene; At thy felt presence all enotions ceale,
Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on high, And my hush'd spirit finds a sudden peace,
And, having liv'd to thee, in thee to dic,
§ 54. A Summer Evening's Meditation. fense is loft in infinite,
my And onc vatt object fills my aching sight.
Mrs. BARBAULD. But foon, alas! this holy calın is broke; My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke;
'IS past! the fultry tyrant of the south With shackled pinions strives to soar in vain, Has spent his short-liv'd rage: more grate. And mingles with tkc dross of carth again.
ful hours But he, our gracious Matter, kind as just, Move filent on : the skies no more repel Knowing our fraine, remembers man is duft. The dazzled fight; but, with mild maiden bcams His spirit, ever brooding o'er our mind, Of temper'd light, invite the chcrith'd eye Sees the first wish to better hopes inclin'd; To wander o'er their spherc; wherс hung aloft Marks the young dawn of ev'ry virtuous aiin, Dian's bright crescent, like a silver bow And fans the smoking flax into a flame. New strung in heaven, lifts high its beamy horns, His cars are open to the softeit cry,
Inpatient for the night; and seems to push His grace descends to mect the lifted cyc; Her brother down the sky. Fair Venus shines He reads the language of a lilent tcar,
Ev'n in the cyc of day; with sweetest beam And fighs are incenle from a hcart fincere. Propitious thines, and shakes a trembling flood Such are the vows, the sacrifice I give;
of luften'd radiance from her dewy locks, Accept the vow, and bid the suppliant live: The fhadows fpread apace; while meeken'd Ere, From each terrestrial bondage let me free; Her cheek yet warm with bluihes, flow retires Suill ev'ry with that centres not in thec; Thro' the Hesperian gardens of the west, Bid my fond hopes, my vain disquiets ccafe, And shuts the gates of day. 'Tis now the hour And point my path to everlasting peace. When Contemplation, from her sunless haunts,
If the soft hand of winning pleasure leads The cool damp grotto, or the lonely depth By living waters, and thro' flow'ry meads, Of unpierc'd woods, where wrapt in filent fade When all is smiling, tranquil, and serenc, She mus'd away the gaudy hours of noon, And vernal beauty paints thc Matt'ring founc, And fed on thoughts unripend by the sun, Oh! teach me to elude cach latent snarc, Moves forward; and with radiant finger points And whisper to my Niding heart-Beware! To yon blue concave swellid by breath divine, With caution let me hear the Syren's voice, Where, one by one, the living eyes of heaven And doubtful, with a crembling heart, rejoice sivakc, quick kindling o'er the face of æther Ji friendless in a vale of tears I ftrar,
Onc boundlcís blaze; ten thousand trembling Where bricrs wound, and thorns perplexiny way, fires, Still let my sieady soul thy goodne's lie, And dancing lustres, where th' unsteady cye, And with strong confidence lay hold on thee; Rellets and dazzled, wanders unconfind With equal eve my various lot receive, O'cr all this field of glories: spacious field, Resign'd to die, or refolute to live;
And worthy of the master : he whose hand, Prepard to kiss the sceptre or the rol,
With bicroglyphics elder than the Nile, While God is seen in ail, and all in God. Infcrib'il the mystic tablet; hung on high
I read his awful name cniblazon's high To public gaze; and said, Adore, O mani, Wirh golven leaders of th' illuinin ' fky; The finger nf thy God! From what purc wells
Of milky light, what soft o'erflowing urn, Said, Thus lct all things be, and thus they were, Are all these lamps fo fill'd: these friendly lamps, Where thall I seek thy presence? how unblan'd For erer streaming o'er the azure dcep
Invoke thy drcad perfection :To point our path, and light us to our home. Have the broad cye-lids of the morn beheld thee? How toft they slide along their lucid fpheres ! Or decs the beainy shoulder of Orion And, filent as the foot of Time, fulfill
Support thy throne ? O look with pity down Ticii defrin'd courses : Nature's self is huth'd, On eriing, guilty man! not in thy names Ard, but a scatter'd lcaf, which rustles thro' Of terror clad; not with those thunders arm'd The thick-uove foliage, not a sound is heard That conscious Sinai felt, when fear appallid To break the midnight air; tho' the rais'd car,
The scatter'd tribus! Tlou hart a gentler voice, Intentcly lift'ning, drinks in ev'ry brcath. That whispers comfort to the livelling heart, How deep the silence, yet how loud the praise ! Abath d, yet longing to behold her Maker. But are they Glent all? or is there not
But now my foul, unus'd to stretch her pow'rs A tongue in ev'ry star that talks with man, In flight fo daring, drops her wcary wing, And woocs him to be wile? nor woves in vain : And lecks again the known accustom'd ipot, This dead of midnight is the noon of thought, Dreft up with sun, and thade, and lawns, and And wisdom mounts her zenith with the Itars. A mansion fair and!pacious for its guest, (ftreanis ; At this still hour the felf-collected soul
And full replete with wonders. Let me here, Turns inward, and beholds a stranger there Content and grateful, wait the appointed time, Of bigh dulcent, and more
lan mortal rank; And ripen for the skies: the hour will come An embryo God; a spark of fire divine, When all these fplendours bursting on my sight Which must burn on for ages, when the sun Shall stand unveil'd, and to my ravish'd senso (Fair transitory creature of a day!)
Unlock the glorics of the world unknown.
Mrs. BARTAULD, Ye citadels of light, and seats of Gods!
Omnibus efe derit, fi quis cognoverit uti.
OTHOU', the Nymph with placid cys!
O seldom found, yet ever nigh! L'ith rariletted tendernels, on all
Receive my temp'rato vow : The various buty scenes the left belowv,
Not all the storms that ihake the pole Its deep-laid projects and its strange cvents,
Can e'er disturb thy halcyon soul,
And smooth unalter'd brow.
O come, in simple vest array'd,
With all thy sober cheer display'd,
To bless my longing sight;
Thy meck regard, thy mation grace,
And chaste subducd delight. Froin solitary Mars; from the vast orb
No more by varying passions beat, D: Jupiter, whole huge gigantic bulk
O gently guide my pilgrim fect
To find thy hermit cell;
The modest virtucs dwell.
Simplicity in Attic veft,
And Innocence with candid brcast,
And Hope, who points to distant years,
Fair op'ning thro' this vale of tears
À vista to the sky.
There Health, thro' whole calm bocom glide
That rarely ebb or flow; Impels mc onward thro’the glowmg orbs
And Patience there, thy sister meek, Of habitable nature, far remoto,
Presents her mild unvarying cheek To the dread confines of eterval night,
To meet the offer'd blow.
Her influence taught the Phrygian sagę
With foutled (miles to meet;