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Ye days and nights, that swiftly borne Praise him, ye beasts, that nightly roam
From morn to eve, from eve to morn,

Amid the solitary gloom,
Alternate glide away,

Th' expected prey to seize; Praise him, whose never

ver-varying light, Ye Naves of the laborious plough, Absent, adds horror to the night,

Your stubborn necks submissive bow, But, present, gives the day.

And bend your wearicd knees. Light, from whose rays all beauty springs ; Ye fons of men, his praise display, Darkness, whose wide-expanded wings Who stamp'd his image on your clay, Involve the dusky globc;

And gave it pow'r to move ; Praise him who, when the heav'ns lie Spread, Ye that in Judah's confines dwel!, Darknets his thick pavilion made,

From age to age successive tell And light his regal robe.

The wonders of his lore. Praise him, ye lightnings, as ve fly

Let Levi's tribe the lay prolong, Wing'd with his vengeance thro' the sky, Till angels listen to the song, And red with wrath divine ;

And bend attentive down; Praise him, yc clouds that wand'ring stray, Let wonder seize the heavenly train, Or, fix'd by him, in close array

Pleas'd while they hear a mortal strain Surround his awful thrine.

So sweet, so like their own. . Exalt, О earth! thy Heav'nly King,

And you your thankful voices join, Who bids the plants that form the spring That oft at Salçın's facrcd thrine With annual verdure bloom;

Before his altars kneel; Whose frcquent drops of kindly rain

Where thron'd in majesty he dwells,
Prolific fivell the rip’niug grain,

And from the mystic cloud reveals
And bless thy fertile womb.

The dictatcs of his will.
Ye mountains, that ambitious rife,

Ye spirits of the just and good,
And heave your fummits to the skies,

That, eager for the bless'd abode,
Revere his awful nod;

To heavenly mansons foar;
Think how you once afirighted fied;

O let your songs bis praise display,
When Jordan fought his fountain-head,

Till heaven itself thall melt away,
And own'd the approaching Gud.

And rime shall be no more!
Ye trees, that fill the rural fccne;

Praise him, ye meck and humble train,
Ye Row'rs, that o'er th' enamell'd green

Ye faints, whom his decrees ordain
In native beauty reign ;

The boundless bliss to Thare ;
O praise the Ruler of the skies,

O praise him, till ye take your way
Whose hand the genial fap fupplies,

To regions of eternal day,
And clothes the smiling plain.

And reign for ever ihere.
Ye secret springs, ve gentle rills,

Let us, who now impallive stand,

Aw'd by the tyrant's itern com That murm’ring rise among the hills,

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Amid the fiery blazo ;
Or fill the humble vale;

While thus we triumph in the flame,
Praise him, at ivhole Almighty pod

Rile, and our Maker's love proclaim,
The rugged rock dilioling flow'd,
And form'd a springing well.

In hymns of endless praise.
Praise lim, ye floods, and seas profoun),

§ 95. The Ignorance of Mar. MERRICK. Whose waves the spacious earth surround, And roll from there to thore;

BEHOLD yon new-born infant griev'd Aw'd by his voice, yc feas, subride ;

With hunger, thirst, and pain ;
Ye floods, within your channels gliuc,

That asks to have the wants reliev'd
And tremble and adore,

I knows not to complain.
Ye whales, that stir the boiling deep,

Aloud the speechless suppliant cries,
Or in its dark receffos fleep,

And utters, as it can,
Remote from human eye,

The woes that in its bosom rise,
Praise him by whom ye all are fed ;

And speak its nature - mnan.
Praise him, without whole heavenly aid

That infant, whose advancing hour
Ye languish, faint, and die.

Life's various sorrows try
Ye birds, cxalt your Maker's name;

(Sad proof of fin's transmillive pow'r !), Begin, and with th' important theme

That infant, Lord, am I.
Your artless lays improve ;

A childhood yet my thoughts confess,
Wake with your songs the rising day,

Though long in years mature;
Let music found on er'ry spray,

Unknowing wlience I fecl distress,
And fill the vocal grove.

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Author of good ! to thee I turn :

• Know, when he bade the dcep appear, Thy ever-wakeful eye

“ Thus far,” th' Almighty laid, Alone can all my wants discern;

“ Thus far, nor farther, rage; and here Thy hand alone supply.

“ Let thy proud waves be stay'd.” O let thy fear within me dwell,

I heard; and, lo! at once contrould, Thy love my footsteps guide ;

The waves, in wild retreat, That love shall rainer loves expel ;

Back on themselves relu&tant rollid, That fear all fears beside.

And murinuring left my feet. And, oh! by error's force fubdued,

Deeps to assembling deeps in vain Since oft my stubborn will

Once more the fignal gave : Prepost'rous shuns the latent good,

The shores the rushing weight sustain, And grafps the specious ill;

And check th' usurping wave. Not to my wish, but to my want,

Convinc'd, in Nature's volume wise, Do thou thy gifts apply:

The imag'd truth I read; L'nalk'd, what good thou knowest grant; And sudden from my waking eyes Wliat ill, tho' alk'd deny.

Th’instructive vision Hed.

• Then why thus heavy, 0 my soul ! $ 92. The Trials of Virtue. MERRIEK.

Say why, distrustful ftill,

Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll
PLACD on the verge of youth, my mind • O'er scenes of future ill?
Life's op'ning scene survey'd;

'Let faith suppress each rising fear, I view'd its ills of various kind,

Each anxious doubt exclude; Aflicted and afraid,

Thy Maker's will has plac'd thee here, But chief my fear the dangers mor’d,

• Á Maker wise and good! That virtue's path inclole:

* He to thy ev'ry trial knows My heart the wife pursuit approv'd ;

• Its just restraint to give; But, oh, what roils oppose !

- Attentive to behold thy woes, For fee! ah fee! while yet her ways

• And faithful to relieve. With doubtful step I tread,

· Then why thus he:vy, O my soul ! A hoftile world its terrors raise,

Say why, distruftful still, Its snares delusive spread.

Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll Oh how shall I, with heart prepar'd,

• O'er scenes of future ill? Those terrors learn to meet?

• Tho' griefs unnumber'd throng thee round, How froin the thousand Inares to guard

• Still in thy God confide, My unexperienc'd feet?

Whole finger marks the seas their bound, As thus I mus'd, oppressive sleep

• And curbs the headlong tide.' Soft o'er my temples drew Oblivion's veil.—The wat'ry deep,

$ 93. Christ's Passion : from a Greek Ode of Mr. An obje&t strange and new,

MASTERS, formerly of New College. Pitt. Before me rose : on the wide shore

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To more of earthly subjects fing;

To heaven, my muse, aspire ;
Observant as I food,

To raise the fong, charge ev'ry string, The gathering storms around me roar,

And strike the living lyre. And heave the boiling flood,

Begin, in lofty numbers show Ncar and more near the billows rise ;

Th' Eternal King's unfathom'd love, Een now my steps they lave;

Who reigns the Sov'reign God above, And death to my affrighted eyes

And luffers on the crois below. Approach'd in ev'ry wave.

Prodigious pile of wonders ! rais'd too high t'hat hope, or whither to retreat !

For the dim ken of frail mortality. Each nerve at once unfrung,

What numbers thall I bring along? Chill fear had fetter'd fast my feet,

From whence thall begin the song? And chain'd my speechless congue.

The mighty mystery I'll fing, intpir’d, I feel my heart within me die ;

Beyond the reach of human wisdom wought,

Beyond the compass of an angel's thought, When sudden to mine ear

How by the rage of man his God expir'd. A voice, descending from on high,

l'll make the trackless depths of mercy known, Reprov'd my erring fear :

How to redeem his foc God render'd up his son: What tho' the swelling furge thou sue I'll rai!e my voice to tell mankind * Impatient to devour;

The victor's conquest o'er his doom; • Rea, mortal, rest on God's decree,

How in the grave he lay confind, * And tha ikful own his pow's.

To fcal more sure the rav'nous tomb.

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In him appcars,

Three days, tli' infernal cmpire to subdue, Attending tapers faintly dart;
He pals'd triumphant through the coasts of woe; Each mould'ring bone,
With his own dart the tyrant Death he flew,

Each sculpur'd llone,
And led Hell captire through her realms below. Strikes mute instruction to the heart !

A mingled found from Calvary I hear,
And the loud tumult thickens on my ear,

Now let the sacred organ blow, he shouts of murd'rers that insult the flain,

With folemn pause, and founding Now;

Now let the voice duc mcasure keep,
The voice of torment, and the shrieks of pain.
I cast my eyes with horror up

In strains that ligh, and words that weep; To the curít mountain's guilty top ;

Till all the vocal current blended roli, See there! whom hanging in the midst I view !

Not to depress, but lift the foaring foul : Ab! how unlike the other two!

To lift it in the Maker's praise, I see him high above his foes,

Who first inform'd our frame with breath And gently bending from the wood

And, after foinc'for foriny days, His head in pity down to thote

Now, gracious, gives us o’cr to death.
Whose guilt confpires to shed his blood.

No King of Fears
His wide-extended arms I see
'Transfix'd with pails, and fasten'd to the tree. Who shuts the scene of human woes :
Man, fenfelets man! caofi thou look o!),

Beneath his shade
Nor make thy Saviour's pains thy own?

Sceincly laid, The rage of all thy grief exeri,

The dead alone find true repose.
Rend thy garments and thy heart :

Ther, while we mingle duft with dust,
Beat thy breast, and grovellow,
Bencat the burden of:hy woe;

To One, Tuprem.cly good and wise,

Railc hallelujah! God is just,
Bleed through thy bowcis, tear thy hairs,
Breathe gales of figls, and weep a flood of tears,

And man most happy when he dies !

His winter pait, Behold thy King, with purple cover'd round,

Fair spring at last
Not in the Tyrian tinctures dyed,

Receives him on her tow'ry Thore;
Nor dipt in poison of Sidonian pride;
But in his own rich blocd that ftrcams from every

Where pleasure's rose

Immortal blows,
#ound.

And sin and forror are no more !
Dost thou not see the thorny circle red?
The guilty wreath that bluthes round his head:
And ivith what rage the bloody scourge alytice

$ 95. Veni Creator Spirirus, parni brakd. Curls round his limbs, and ploughs into his fide !

DRYDEN.' At such a fight let all thy anguilli rile; CREATOR Spirit, by whefe aid

break
up the fountains of thy eyes.

The world's foundations first were laid,
Here bid thy tcars in gushing torrents flow, Come visit ev'ry pious mind;
Indulge thy grief, and give a loose to woe. Come pour thy sovs on human kind;

Weep from the foul, till earth be drown'il; From tin and forrow fut is free,

Weep, till thy forrows drench the ground. And make the temples vorthy thee.
Carft thou, ungiareful man! his comments lee, O fource of uncrcáted light,
Nor drop a tear for him, who pours his blood the Father's promis d Paraclete!
for thee?

Thrice holy fount, thrice holy jire,
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;

Come, and thy facred unction bring
$ 94. A Fuveral ll, mm. MALLET.

To fanctify us, while we ting.

Plenteous of grace, descend from high, YE midnight shades, o'er nature spread ! Rich in thy fovenfold energy!

Dumb litence of the dreary hour! In honour of th' approaching dead,

Thou strength of his Almigiity hand, Around your awful terrors pour.

Whose pow'r docs heaven and earth command.

Proceeding Spirit, our defence,
Yes, pour around,

Who doft the gift of tongues dispense,
On this pale ground,

And crown'st thy gift with eloquence !
Through all this deep surrounding gloom,

Refine and purge our earthly parts;
The fober thought,

But, oh, inflainc and fire our hearts !
The tear untaught,

Our frailties help, our vice controul,
Those mecrest mourners at a tomb.

Submit the lenses to the soul;
Lo! as the surplic'd train drew near

And when rebellious they are grown,
To this last manfion of mankind,

Then lay thy hand, and hold them down.
The low fad bell, the fabic bier,

Chase from our minds th' infernal foe,
In holy muling wrap the inind!

And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ;
And while their beam,

And, left our fect should step astray,
With trembling strcam,
Protect and guide us in the way.

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Make us cternal truths receive,

Left lurking Folly, with insidious art, And practise all that we believe i

Regain my volatile inconstant heart! Give us thyfelf, that we may fee

Shall every high refolve Devotion frames The Father, and the Son, by thce.

Be only lifeless founds and specious names? Immortal honour, endless fame,

Oh rather, while thy hopes and fears controul, Attend th' Almighty Father's name :

In this still hour, each motion of my soul, The Saviour Son be glorified,

Secure its safety by a sudden doom, Who for loft man's redemption died;

and be the foft retreat of sleep my tomb! And equal adoration be,

Calm let me slumber in that dark repose, Eternal Paraclete, to thee!

Till the last morn its orient beam dilclofe :

Then, when the great archangel's potent found $96. Or True Nušility. DRYDEN'S JUVENAL. Shall echo thro' creation's ample round,

Wak'd from the Ilcep of death, with joy survey
-NOBILITY of blood
Is but a glitt'ring and fallacious good.

The opening fplendours of eternal day.
The Nobleman is he, whole noble mind [kind.
Is fill'd with inbred worth, unborrow'd from his 98. Ode to Melancholy. CARTER.
Virtue alone is true nobility :

COME, Melancholy! silent pow'r,
Let your own acts immortalize your nanie,

Companion of my lonely hour, 'Tis pour relying on another's fame:

To sober thought confin'd! For take the pillars but away, and all

Tbou fiveetly fad idcal guest, The superstructure must in ruins fall;

In all thy foothing charms confeft, As a vine droops, when by divorce reinov'd Indulge my pentive mind. From the embraces of the clm the lov'd.

No longer wildly hurried through

The tides of mirth, that ebb and How 697. A Nigbe Piece. Miss Carter.

In folly's noisy ftream, WHILE night in folemn shade invests the pole, I from the busy crowd retire,

And calm reflection fooths the pensive loul, |To court the objects that inspire While reason undifturbid asserts her liray,

Thy philofophic dream.
And life's deceitful colours fade away ;

Thro'yon dark grove of mournful yews
To thee! all-conscious Presence! I devote With folitary steps I myse,
This peaceful interval of soher thought :

By thy direction led :
Here all my better faculties confine ;

Here, cold to pleasure's tempting forms,
And bc this hour of sacred silence thine ! Consociate with my sister worins,
If, by the day's illufive scenes milled,

And mingle with the dead.
My erring foul from virtue's path has stray'd;
Snar'd by example, or by pallion warmd,

Ye midnight horrors, awful gloom!

Ye filent regions of the tomb,
Some falle delight my giddy fenfe has charm'd;
My calmer thoughts the wretched choice reprove, Here thall my weary eyes be clos'd,

My future peaceful bed ;
And my best hopes are centre'd in thy love.

And ev'ry sorrow lie repos'd
Depriv'd of this, can life one joy afford?
Its utmost boast a vain unmcaning word.

In death's refreshing thade.
But, ah! how oft my lawless pallions rove,

Ye pale inhabitants of night, And break those awful precepts I approve !

Before my intellectual fight Pursue the fatal impulle I abhor,

In solemn pomp ascend : And violate the virtue I adore !

o tell how trilling now appears Ofi, when thy better Spirit's guardian care

The train of idle hopes and fears,
Wara'd my fond soul to thun the tempting fnare, That varying life attend !
My stubborn will his gentlc aid repress’d, Ye faithless idols of our sense,
And check d the rising goodneis in my breast; Here own how vain the fond pretende,
Mad with vain hopes, or urg'd by false desires, Ye empty names of joy!
Still'd his soft voice, and quench'd his facrcd fires. Your tranfient forms like shadows pass,

With grief opprefs'd, and proftrate in the duft, Frail offspring of the magic glass,
Should thou condemn, I own thy fentence just. Before the mental eye.
But, oh! thy softer titles let me claim,

The dazzling colours, fallely bright,
And plead my cause by Mercy's gentle name.
Mercy' that wipes the penitentiał tear,

Attract the gazing rulger fight
And dilfipates the horrors of despair;

With superficial ftate:
From righteous justice feals the vengeful hour, Thro' reason's clearer optics view'd,
Sofiens the dreadful attribute of pow'r,

How stripp'd of all its pomp, low rude,
Difarms the wrath of an offended God,

Appears the painted chca: ! And seals my pardou in a Saviour's blood! Can wild ambition's tyrant pow'r,

All-powerful Grace, exeit thy gentle Tivay, Or il-got wealth's fuperfluous store, And each my rebel passions to obcy;

The dread of death controul:

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Can pleasure's more bewitching charms Thy life may all the tend'rcst care
Avert or sooth the dire alarms

Of Providence defend ;
That shake the parting foul ?

And delegated angels round Rcligion! ere the hand of Fate

Their guardian

wings extend ! Shall make reflection plead too late,

When thro' creation's vast cxpanse My erring senses teach,

The last dread thunders roll, Amidst the flatt’ring hopes of youth,

Untune the concord of the spheres, To mcditate the folemn truth

And shake thc rising foul; These awful relics preach.

Unmcv'd mayit thou the final storin Thy penetrating beams disperse

Of jarring worlds survey, The mist of crror, whence our fears

That uthers in the glad forene Derive their fatal spring:

Of everlasting day! 'Tis thine the trembling heart to warm, And sofren to an angel form

§ 100. The Vanity of Human \'ishes. The pale terrific king.

Johnson, Wren, funk by guilt in lad despair,

In Imitation of the Tontb Satire of Juvenal. Repentance breathes her huinble pray'r, And owns thy threat'uings juli;

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ET * obfervation with extensive view Thy voice the thudd'ring suppliant cheers,

Survey mankind, froin China to Peru; With mercy calins her torturing fears,

Remark each anxious toil, cach eager strife, And lifts her from the dust.

And watch the busy scenes of crowded life;

Then say how hope and fear, desire and hate, Sublim'd by thce, the foul aspires

O'erspread with Inares the clouded maze of fate, Beyond the range of low desires,

Where wav'ring man, betray'd by vent'rous pride, In nobler views elate :

To tread the dreary paths without a guide; Unmov'd ber destin'd change surveys,

As treach'rous phantoms in the mist delude, And, arm 'J by faith, intrepid pays

Shuns faucied ills, or chales airy good : The universal debt.

How rarely reason guides the stubborn choice, In death's soft Number lull'd to ret,

Rules the bold hand, or prompts the suppliant She sceps, by smiling visions bleft,

voice : That gently whilper peace ;

How nations sink by darling schemes opprest, Till the lait morn's fair op'ning ray

When vengeance listens to the fool's request. Unfolds the bright eternal day

Fate wings with ev'ry with th' afflictive dart, Of active life and bliis.

Each gift of nature, and each grace of art ;

With fatal heat impetuous courage glows, $ 99. Written at di tigb!, in a Thunder with fatal sweetneis elocution flows; S:orm. CARTER.

Impeachment stops the ipeaker's pow'rful breath, LET coward Guilt, with pallid Fear, And restless fire precipitates on death. To thelt’ring caverns fly,

+ But, scarce obferv'd, the knowing and the bold And justly dread the vengeful fate

Fall in the gen’ral massacre of gold; That thunders through the sky.

Wide-wafting pest! that rages unconfind, Proteated by that hand, whose law

And crowds with crimes the records of mankind! The threat'ning storins obey,

For gold his livord the hireling rufian draws, Intrepid Virtue (miles fecure,

For gold the hireling judge diuorts the laws; As in the blaze of day.

Wealth heap'd on wealth nor truth nor safety In the thick claud's tremendous gloom,

The dangers gather as the treasures rile. [buys; The lightning's lurid glart,

Let hilt'ry tell, where rival kings command, It views the faine all-gracious Pow's

And dubious title shakes the madlen'd land, That brcathes the vernal air.

When statutes glean the refuse of the sword, Thro' Nature's ever-varying scene,

How much more fafe the vassal than the lord : By different ways purlued,

Low fiulks the hind beneath the rage of powi The one eternal end of Ilcaven

ånd leaves the wealtiły traitor in the Tow'r, Is univerfal good:

Untouch'd his cottage, and his Numbers sound,

Tho' confiscation's vultures hover round. With like beneficent effet

The needy traveller, forene and gay, O'er flaming æther glows,

Walks the wild heath, and fings his toil away. As when it tunes the linnet's voice,

Does envy seize thee: crush th' upbraiding joy, Or blushes in the role.

increase his riches, and his peace destroy. By reason taught to scorn those fears

New fears in dire vicillitude invade, That vulgar minds moleft,

Tlie rustling brake alarms, and quiv'ring shade; Iet po fantastic terrors break

Nor light nor darkness brings his pain relief, My dear Narcisla's rest.

One ihews the plunder, and one hides the thief, + Ver, I-II, + Ver. 12-22,

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