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And canst thou, stupid man, those sorrows sec, And


young, the giddly, and the gay,
Nor share the anguish which He bears for thee? That startle from the Ilcepful lid of light
Thy sin, for which his facred Acth is torn, The curtain'd rest, and with the diffonant bray
Points ev'ry nail, and sharpens ev'ry thorn ; Of Bacchus, and loud jollity, affright
Canft thou while nature Imarts in ev'ry wound Yon radiant goddess, that now Thoots among
And each pang cleaves the sympathetic ground! These many-window'diflesher glimmering beam;
Lo! the black sun, his chariot backward driv'n, Know, that or ere its starr'd career along
Blots out the day, and periles from Heav'n : Thrice shall have rollid her silver wheeled team,
Earth, trembling froin her entrails, bears a part, Some parent breast may heave the answering figh,
And the rent rock upbraids man's stubborn heart. To the flow pauses of the funeral knoll ;
And the cold clay-clad dead start into life again. E'en now in rosy-crown'd pleasure's

wreath The yawning grave reveals his gloomy reign, E'en now black Atropos, with scowling eye,

Roars in the laugh, and revels o'er the bowl; And thou, O tomb, once more thall wide display Entwines in adder folds all unsuspected Death. Thy satiate jaws, and give up all thy prey. Thou,groaning carth, Malt heave,abforpt in flame,

Know, on the stealing wing of time shall flee As the last pangs convulse thy lab'ring frame;

Some few, some short-liv'd years, and all is past; When the same God unshrouded thou shalt fee, A future bard these awful domes may see, Wrape in full blaze of pow'r and majesty,

Mufc o'er the present age, as I the last ; Ride on the clouds; whilft, as his chariot Aies,

Who mouldering in the grave, yet once like you The bright effusion streams thro' all the skies.

The various maze of life were seen to tread; Then Mall the proud dissolving mountains glow, Each bent their own peculiar to pursue, And yielding rocks in fiery rivers flow :

As custom urg'd or wilful nature led; The molten deluge round the globe shall roar,

Mix'd with the various crowds inglorious clay, And all man's arts and labour be no more.

The nobler virtues undistinguish'd lie; Then all the splendors of the liven'd glass

No more to melt with beauty's heav'n-born ray, Sink undistinguish'd in the burning mass.

No more to wet compassion's tearful eye, And O! till carth, and feas, and heav'n decay, Catch from the poet raptures not their own, Ne'er may that fair creation fade away! [ipare! And feel the thrilling melody of sweet renown. May winds and storms those beauteous colours Where is the master-hand, whose semblant art Stili may they bloom, as permanent as fair ! Chisel'd the marble into life, or taught All the vain rage of wasting time repel, From the well-pencil'd portraiture to start And his tribunal tee, whole Cross they paint so The nerve that beat with foul, the brow that well!

thought ! Cold are the fingers that in stone-fix'd trance

The inute attention rivetting, to the lyre $ 269. Death EMILY.

Struck language : dimm’d the poet's quick-ey'd

glance, THE feftive roar of laughter, the warm glow Ofbrilk-ey'd joy, and friendship’s genial bowl,

All in wild raptures flathing heav'n's own fire. Wit's seafond converse, and the liberal Aow

Shrunk is the finew'd energy, that strung (breaft Of unsuspicious youth, profuse of soul,

The warrior arm: where sleeps the patriot Delight not ever ; from the boisterous scene Whilom that heav'd impassion'd! Where the of riot far, and Comus' wild uproar,

tongue From folly's crowd, whose vacant brow serene

That lanc'd its lightning on the tow'ring crest Was never knit to wisdom's frowning lore,

Of scepter'd insolence, and overthrew (crew ! Perinit me, ye time-hallow'd domes, ye piles

Giant Oppression, leagu'd with all her earth-born Of rude magnificence, your folemn reit, These now are paft; long, long, ye fleeting years, Amid your fretted vaults and length’ning isles, Pursue with glory wing'd, your fated way, Lonely to wander; no unholy guest

Erc from the womb of time unwelcome peers That means to break, with facrílcgious tread, The dawn of that incvitable day, (friend The marble flumbers of your monumented dead. When wrapt in shrouded clay their warmest Permit me, with fad musings, that inspire

The widow'd virtucs shall again deplore, Unlabour'd numbers apt, your filencc drear

When o'er his urn in pious grief thall bend Blamelels to wake, and with the Orphean lyre,

His Britain, and bewail one patriot more ; Fitly attempcr'd, footh thc mercilets car For frion must thou, too soon I who spread'it Of Hades, and stern death, whose iron fway

Thy beaming emanations unconfin'd, (abroad, Great nature owns thro' all her wide domain ;

Doom'd, like some better angel lent of God All that with oary fin cleave their linouth way

To scatter bleflings over humankind. Thro' the green bofom of the spawny main,

Thou too muft fall, o Pitt! to thine no more, And those that to the fircaining ziher spread,

And trcad these dreadful paths a Faulkland trod

before. In many a wheeling glide, their fcathery fail; And thoseihat creep; and those that statelici tiead, Fast to the driving winds the marshall'd clouds

That rogin o'er forest, hill, or brows tv dalt; Sweep discontinuous o'er th'ethereal plain ; The victims cach of ruthless fate must fall;[all. Another ftill upon another crowds ; I'cu God's own image, inan, high paramount of 1 All hast’ning downward to their native inain.



Thus países o'er thro' varied life's career, Better cmploy'd in honour's bright career

Man's fleeting age; the Scafons as they fly The leait division on the stial's round, Snatch from us in their course, year after year, Than thrice to compass Saturu's live-long year, Some sweet connection, fome endearing tic.

Grown old in Sloth, the burtlen of the ground; The parent, ever-honour'd, ever-dear,

Than tug with sweating toil ihu lavith our Clains from the filial breast the pious righ;

Of unridecm'd afiliction, and futain A brother's urn demands the kinditd tear, The fev'rous rage of fierce dileares fore.

And gentle forrows gush from friendthip's eye. Unnumber'd, that in fyınpathetic chain To-day we frolic in the rosy bloom (tomb. | Hang everthro'the thickcircumfluous air, tphere.

Of jocund youth-the morrow knalls us to the All from the drizzly verge of yonder ftar-girt Who knows how soon in this fepulchral ipot Thick in the many beaten road of life

Shall Heav'n to me the drear abode allign ! A thousand maladies are posted round, How soon the part irrevocable lot

With wretched inan to wage cternal ftrife Of these, that reft beneath nie, shall be mine. Unseen, likeambuild Indians, till chey wound Haply, when Zephyr to thy native bouřn (wave, There the twoln hydrop itands, the war’ry rheuin,

Shall waft thee o'er the storin'd Hibernian The northern scurvy, blotch with lep'rous Thy gentle breast, my Tavistock, thall mourn And moping cver in the cloister'd gloom (icales.

To find me fleeping in the fenseless grave. Of learned floth, and bookish althma pale : No more the social leisure to divide,

And the thunn'd hag unlightly, that ordain'd

! In the sweet intercourse of foul and soul, On Europe's Tons to wreak the faithlets fjord Blithe, or of graver brow; no more to chide Of Cortez, with the blood of miilions stain d,

The ling’ring years impatient as they roll, O’er dog-ey'd luft the tort'ring icourge abTill all thy cultur’d virtues shall display, [day. horr'd,

(her they ha Full bloffom'd, their bright honours to the gazing Shakes threat’ning; since the while ine iving 'd Ah, dearest youth! these vows perhaps unheard, From Amazon's broad wave, and Andes' fnowThe rude wind scatters o'er the billowy main;

clad height. These prayers,at friendthip’s holyfhrine preferr'd, Where the wan daughter of the yellow year,

May rise to grasp their father's knees in vain. The chatt’ring ague chill, the writing stone, Soon, foon may nod the fad funereal plume And he of ghatily feature, on whole ear (moal,

With solemn horror o'er thy timeless hearse, Unhecded croaks the death-bird's warning And I survive to grave upon thy tomb

Marasinus; knotty gout; and the dead life The mournful tribute of memorial verse. Of nervelels pally; there on purpose foil That leave to Heav'n's decision — Be it thine, Dark brooding, whets his interdicted knife Higher than yet a parent's wishes flew,

Grim suicide, the damned fiend of hell. To soar in bright pre-eminence, and thine There too is the stunn'd apoplexy pight **

With self-earn'd honours, eager to pursue The bloated child of gorg'd intemp'rance foul; Where glory, with her clear unsully'd rays, Self-wasting mclancholy, black as night, The well-born spirit lights to deeds of mightiest Lowering, and foaining fierce with hideous praise.

The dog hydrophoby, and near ally'd [howl; 'Twas she thy godlike Russell's bosom steel'd Scar'd madness, with her moon-liruck cye; With confidence untam'd, in his last breath

balls staring wide. Stern-smiling. She, with calm coin posure, held There, stretch'd one huge, bencath the rocky The patriot axe of Sidney, edg'd with death.

mine, t

[ing hies : Smit with the warmth of her impulsive fame, With boiling sulphur fraught, and moulderWolf's gallant virtue fies to worlds afar,

He the dread delegatc of wrath divine, Emulous to pluck freth wreathes of well-carn'd

Ere while that itood o'er Taio's hundred spires faine

Vindiêtive; thrice he way'd th’ earth-thaking From the grim frowning brow of laureld war.

Powerful as that the son of Amrain bore, [wand, 'Twas the that, on the morn of direful birth,

And thrice he rais'd, and thrice he clicck'd his Bard thy young bosom to the fatal blow,


[d'rous roar, Lamented Armytage !---the bleeding youth! He struck the rocking ground, with thun

O bathe him in the parly caves below, Yawn'd! Here from street to street hurries, and Ye Nereids ! and ye nymphs of Camus hoar,


{amain, Weep, for ye oft have seen him on your haunted

Now runs, then stops, then shricks and cours Thore.

Staring distraElion : nany a palace fair [fanc, Better to die with glory, than recline

With millions sinks ungulph'd, and pillar'd On the soft lap of ignominious peace;

Old Ocean's farthat waves contes the hock; Than yawn out the doll droning life lupine Even Albion trembid, conscious, on his fiedsaft Io monkih apathy and guward cale.

rock. . Placed,

† Alluding to the Earihquake at Lisbon, 1 Nomber, 1755.

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The meagre famine there, and drunk with blood Have I not been defended still

Stem war; and the loath'd monster whom of From dangers, and from death?
The limy Naiad of the Memphian flood (vore Been safe preserv'd from ev'ry ill

Engend'ring, to the bright-hair'd Phæbus bore, E’er fince thou gave me breath!
Foul peftilence, that on the wide-ftretch'd wings I live once more, to see the day
Of coinmerce, specds from Cairo's swarthy bay

That brought me first to light;
His wettering flight, and thro' the fick air hings or teach my willing heart the way
Spotted contagion; at his heels difinay

To take thy mercies right. And defolation urge their fire-wheeld yokc.

Terrible; as long of old, when from the height Tho' dazzling splendor, pomp, and show, Of Paran came un wreath'd the mightiett, fhook

My fortune has deny'd ; Earth's firın fixt bale tottering; thro' the black Yet (more than grandeur can bestow) night

^ [abroad

Content hath well supply'd.
Glanc'd the flash'd lightnings : heaven's rent roof No ftrife has e'er disturb'd my peace;
Thunder'd, and universal nature felt its God.

No mis'ries have I known;
Who on that scene of terror, on that hour And, that I'm bless'd with health and care,
Of roused indignation, thall withstand

With humble thanks I own.
Th’Almighty, when he meditates to Ihower

I envy no one's birth or fame, The bursting vengeance o'er a guilty land !

Their titles, train, or dress; Canft thou, secure in reason's vaunted pride,

Nor has my pride e'er stretch'd its aim Tonguc-doughry miscrcant, who but now didft

Beyond what I pofless. gore

I ask and with not to appear With more than Hebrew rage the innocent side

More beauteous, rich, or gay ;
Of agonizing mercy, bleeding sore,

Lord, inake me wiser ev'ry year,
Canst thou confront, with sted faft eye unaw'd,
The sworded judgment stalking far and near?

And better ev'ry day.
Well may'lt thou tremble, when an injur'd God

Disclaims thee-guilt is ever quick of fear - $271. A Moral Reflection. Written on the for Loud whirlwinds howl in zephyr's softest breath,

Day of the Year 1782. And every glancing inetcor glares imagin’d death.

SEVENTEEN Hundred Eighty-one
The good alonc are fearless ; they alonc,

Is now for ever past;
Firm and collected in their virtue, brave Seventeen Hundred Eighty-two
Thewreck of worlds, and look unshrinkingdown
On the dread yawnings of the rav’nous grave: But whether life's uncertain scene

Will Ny away as fast.
Thrice happy! who the blameless road along
Of honelt praise hath reach'd the vale of death ; or whether death shall come between,

Shall hold an equal pace ;
Around hiin, like ministrant cherubs, throng
His better actions to the parting breath,

And end my mortal race;
Singing their blesed rcquicms; he the while Or whether sickness, pain, or health,
Gently reposing on some friendly breast,

My future lot shall be ;
Breathes out his benizons; then with a smile Or wheiher poverty or wealth,

Of foft coinplaisance, lavs him down to rest, Is all unknown to me.
Calm as the numbering infant : from the goal One thing I know, that needful 'tis
Frie and uncounded flics the disembodied soul. To watch with careful cye;
Whether fome delegated charge below, (claim; Since ev'ry fealon spent amits

Some much lov'd friend its hovering care may Is register'd on high.
Whether it heavenward foars, again to know
That long-forgotten country whence it came;

Too well I know what precious hours
Conjecture ever, the misfcatur'd child

My wayward passions waste; Of lurter'd arrogance, delights to run

And oh! I find my mortal pow'rs Thro freculation's puzzling mazes wild,

To dust and darkness hafte.
And all to end at lait where it begun.

Earth rolls her rapid seasons round,
Fun would we trace, with reason's erring clue, To meet her final fire;
The darkiume paths of destiny aright;

But virtue is with glory crown'd, in vain; the talk were casier to pursue

Tho' suns and itars expire. Thetiacki isu heelings of the fivallow's fight. What awful thaughts! what truth sublime i from morul ken himfelt the Almighty shrouds, What useful lesson this! Panition I in thick night and circumambient 0! let me well improve my uime ! cionds.

Oh! let me die in peace !

$ 2-0. A birth-Dav Thoughts Avi, xil gracious Providence !

Cal suferre thy care?
Alle Ho, I've not the latt pretence

To bounties which I there,

$ 272.

The Welcome M-Tenger. WATTS
LORD, when we see a saint of thine

Lie galping out his breath,
With longing eves, and looks divine,
Smiling and pleas'd in death,


How we could c'en contend to lay

And now they link the lofty tone,
Our limbs upon that bed!

And gentler notes they play,
We ask thine envoy to convey

And bring th'cternal Codhead dowa Our spirits in his Itcad.

To dwell in humble clay.
Our souls arising on the wing,

O sacred beautics of the Man !
To venture in his place;

(The God resides within)
For when grim death has lost his fing. His Acth all pure without a stain ;
He has an angel's face.

His soul without a fin, Jesus, then purge my crimes away,

Then how he look'd and how he smild ! 'Tis guilt creates my fears ;

What wond'rous things hc said ! 'Tis guilt gives death its ficrce array,

Sweet cherubs, stay, dwell here a while,
And all the arms it bears.

And tell what Jerus did !
Oh! if my thrcat'ning fins were gone, At his command the blind awake,
And death had lost his sting,

And feel the gladsome rays :
I could invite the angel on,

Hc bids the dumb attempt to speak; And chide his lazy wing.

They try their tongues in praise.
Away these interpoliny days,

He shed a thousand blcllings round
And let the lovers meet ;

Where'er he turn'd his eye :
The angel has a cold embrace,

He spoke, and, at the fov'reign sound, But kind, and loft, and tweet,

The hellish leigons fly. I'd leap at once my seventy ycars,

Thus, while, with uuambitious strife, I'd ruth into his arms,

Th'ethereal minstrels rove And lote my breath and all my cares,

Through all the labours of his life, Amidii thole heav'nly charins.

And wonders of his love,
Joyful I'd lay this body down,

In the full choir a broken string
And Icave the lifelels clay,

Groans with a strange surprize ;
Without a ligh without a groan,

The rest in Glence mourn their King And stretch and foar away.

That bleeds, and loves, and dies. Seraph and faint with drooping wings

Cease their harmonious breath : & 273. The Song of Angels above. WATTS. No blooming trees nor bubbling springs

While Jesus sleeps in death. EARTH has detain'd

me pris'ner long, And I'm grown weary now :

Then all at once to living strains My heart, my hand, my car, my tongue, They summon ev'ry chord ; There's nothing here for you.

Break up the tomb, and burst his chains,

And thew their rising Lord.
Tir'd in my thoughts, I stretch me down,
And upwards glance my eyes ;

Around the flaming army throngs,
Upward, my Father, to thy throne,

To guard him to the skies,

With loud hofannas on their
And to my native skies.


And triumph in their eyes.
There the dear Man, my Saviour, fits,

In awful state the conqu’ring God
The God how bright he shines !

Ascends his shining throne,
And scatters infinite delights

While tuneful angels sound abroad
On all the happy minds.

The vict'ries he has won.
Seraphs with elevated strains,

Now let me rise and join their song, Circle the throne around,

And be an angel too : And move and charm the starry plains

My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongues
With an immortal found.

Here's joyful work for you!
Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs;

I would begin the music here,
Jesus, my love, they fing:

And fo my soul should rise.
Jesus, the name of both our joys,

Oh for fome heav'nly notes, to bear
Sounds fiveet from ev'ry string.

My spirit to the skics!
Hark, horv, beyond the narrow bounds

There, ye
that love


Saviour, fit;
Of time and space they run,

There I would fain have place
And speak, in most majestic founds,

Among your thrones, or at your feet,
The Godhead of the Son !

So I might see his face.
How on the Father's breast he lay,

I am confin'd to earth no more,
The darling of his soul,

But mount in haste above,
Infinite years b:fore the day

To bless thc God that I adore,
Or bearens began to robi.

And fing ie Man I love.

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$ 274. Happy Frailty. WATTS. He speaks ; and lo; all nature shakes :

Heav'n's everlasting pillars bow; HOW meanly dwells th'uníortal mind !

Hc rends the clouds with hideous cracks, • How vile there bodies are !

And thoots his fiery arrows through. “ Why was a clod of earth design'd

Well, let the nations start and fly “ T'enclolc a heav'nly star?

At the blue lightning's horrid glare ! Weak cottage where our souls reside! Atheists and emperors thrink and die, “ This ficili a tott'ring wall;

When flame and noile tormcnt the air. " With frightful breaches gaping wide, Let noise and Aame confound the skies, “ The building bends to fall.

And drown the specious realms below, av All round it storins of trouble blow,

Yet will we fing the Thund'rer’s praise, “ And waves of sorrow rolls

And send our loud Hosannas through.

Celestial King, thy blazing pow'r “ Cold waves and winter-storms beat thro',

Kindles our hearts to flaming joys; “ And pain the tenant-foul.

We thout to hear thy thunders roar, " Alas! how frail our state !” said I ;

And echo to our Father's voice. And thus went mourning on,

Thus shall the God our Saviour come, Till sudden, from the cleaving sky,

And lightnings round his chariot play! A gleam of glory thone.

Ye lightnings Aly to make him room ; My soul all felt the glory come,

Ye glorious storins prepare


way. And breath'd her native air; Then the remember'd heav'n her home,

$ 276. On Eternity. GIBBONS. And ine a pris'ner here.

WHAT is eternity ? Can aught Straight she began to change her key,

Paint its duration to the thought ? And, joyful in her pains,

Tell ev'ry beam the sun emics,

When in fublimcít noon he fits;
She sang the frailty of her clay
In pleasurable strains.

Tell ev'ry light wing?d mote that ftrays

Within its ample round of rays; " How weak the pris'n is where I dwell!

Tell all the leaves and all the buds “ Flcth but a tutt'ring wall !

That crown the garden, fields, and woods; “ The breaches cheerfully fortel

Tell all the spires of grass the meads " The house must shortly fall.

Produce, when spring propitious leads " No morc, my friends, shall I complain, The new-born year; tell all the drops

“ Though all my heart-strings ache: That night, upon their bended tops, « Welcoine disease, and ev'ry pain

Sheds in soft filence, to display That makes the cottage thake.

Their beauties with the rising day; « Now let the tempest blow all round;

Tell all the sand the occan laves, “ Now fwell the furges high,

Tell all its changes, all its waves; " And beat this house of bondage down,

Or tell with more laborious pains, “ To let the stranger Ay.

The drops its mighty mass contains 3

Be this astonishing account « I have a mansion built above,

Augimented with the full amount “ By the Eternal Hand; « And should the earth's old basis move,

Of all the drops the clouds have shed,

Where'er their wat'ry fecces sprcadı
My heav'nly house must stand.

Thro' all time's long protracted tour 6+ Yes, for 'tis there my Saviour reigns

From Adam to the fent hour; “ (I long to see the Gol);

Still Thort the sum, nor can it vie * And his immortal strength sustains

With the more num'rous years that sie “ The courts that cost him blood !»

Embosom'd in Eternity. Hark, from on high my Saviour calls :

Was there a belt that could contain I come, my Lord, my Love :"

In its vast orb the earth and main ; Devotion breaks the prison walls,

With figures was it cluster'd o'u,
And speeds my last renove.

Without one cypher in the score ;
And would your lab'ring thought assign

The total of the crowded line,
275, The God of Thunder. Watts. How scant th’amount ? th'attempi how vain!

To reach duration's endless chain ! O THE immenfe, the amazing height; For when as many years are run,

The bouudicis grandeur of our God! Unbounded age is but begun ! Who treads the worlds beneath his feet,

Attend, O man, with awe divine , And Iways the nations with his pod!

For tbis eternity is thine I

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