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Ye days and nights, that swiftly borne Praise him, ye beasts, that nightly roam
Amid the solitary gloom,
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,
And from the mystic cloud reveals
The dictatcs of his will.
Ye spirits of the just and good,
That, eager for the bless'd abode,
To heavenly mansons foar;
O let your songs bis praise display,
Till heaven itself thall melt away,
And rime shall be no more!
Praise him, ye meck and humble train,
Ye faints, whom his decrees ordain
The boundless bliss to Thare ;
O praise him, till ye take your way
To regions of eternal day,
And reign for ever ihere.
Let us, who now impallive stand,
Aw'd by the tyrant's itern com That murm’ring rise among the hills,
Amid the fiery blazo ;
While thus we triumph in the flame,
Rile, and our Maker's love proclaim,
In hymns of endless praise.
§ 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 ;
That asks to have the wants reliev'd
I knows not to complain.
Aloud the speechless suppliant cries,
And utters, as it can,
The woes that in its bosom rise,
And speak its nature - mnan.
That infant, whose advancing hour
Life's various sorrows try
(Sad proof of fin's transmillive pow'r !), Begin, and with th' important theme
That infant, Lord, am I.
A childhood yet my thoughts confess,
Though long in years mature;
Unknowing wlience I fecl distress,
And where, ar what, its cure.
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
'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
To heaven, my muse, aspire ;
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.
In him appcars,
Three days, tli' infernal cmpire to subdue, Attending tapers faintly dart;
Each sculpur'd llone,
A mingled found from Calvary I hear,
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,
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.
No King of Fears
Beneath his shade
Sceincly laid, The rage of all thy grief exeri,
The dead alone find true repose.
Ther, while we mingle duft with dust,
To One, Tuprem.cly good and wise,
Railc hallelujah! God is just,
And man most happy when he dies !
His winter pait, Behold thy King, with purple cover'd round,
Fair spring at last
Receives him on her tow'ry Thore;
Where pleasure's rose
And sin and forror are no more !
$ 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
The world's foundations first were laid,
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.
Thrice holy fount, thrice holy jire,
Come, and thy facred unction bring
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,
Who doft the gift of tongues dispense,
And crown'st thy gift with eloquence !
Refine and purge our earthly parts;
But, oh, inflainc and fire our hearts !
Our frailties help, our vice controul,
Submit the lenses to the soul;
And when rebellious they are grown,
Then lay thy hand, and hold them down.
Chase from our minds th' infernal foe,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ;
And, left our fect should step astray,
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
The opening fplendours of eternal day.
COME, Melancholy! silent pow'r,
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.
Thro'yon dark grove of mournful yews
By thy direction led :
Here, cold to pleasure's tempting forms,
And mingle with the dead.
Ye midnight horrors, awful gloom!
Ye filent regions of the tomb,
My future peaceful bed ;
And ev'ry sorrow lie repos'd
In death's refreshing thade.
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,
With grief opprefs'd, and proftrate in the duft, Frail offspring of the magic glass,
The dazzling colours, fallely bright,
Attract the gazing rulger fight
With superficial ftate:
How stripp'd of all its pomp, low rude,
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:
Can pleasure's more bewitching charms Thy life may all the tend'rcst care
Of Providence defend ;
And delegated angels round Rcligion! ere the hand of Fate
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;
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,