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O! 'ris a thought of energy most piercing; [force | When zephyr faints upon the lily's breast ;
Dics on the doubting car, if nam'd with sounds
For oft, enrag'd, with his intestine thunders,
What though in haughty eminence erect
Triunphs his mining vengeance in th’uproar Stiil is there scope for wonder and for love, Of shatter'd lowers, riven rocks and mountains, Ev'n to their last exertion-showers of blessings With clamour inconceivable uptorn, Far more than human virtue can deferve, And hurl'd adown the abyss. Sulphureous Or hope expect, or gratitude return.
pyrites Then, O ye people, O) ye sons of men,
Bursting abrupt from darkness into day, Whatever be the colour of your lives,
With din outrageous and destructive ire, Whatever portion of itself his Wisdom
Augment the hideous tumult, while it wounds Shall deign t'allow, ftill patiently abide, The afflictive ear, and terrifies the eye, And praise him more and more; nor cease to chaunt And rends the heart in twain. Twice have we felt, “ All glory to th’Omniscient, and praise, Within Augusta's walls twice have we felt “ And power, and domination in the height! Thy threaten’d indignation: but even Thou, “ And thou, cherubic Gratitude, whose voice Incens’d Omnipotent, art gracious ever; “ To pious ears sounds silverly so sweet, Thy goodness infinite but inildly warn'd us “ Cone with thy precious incense,bringthy gifts, With mercy blended wrath; O spare us ftill, “ And with thy choicest stores the altar crown.” | Nor send more dire conviction! We confess ΤΩ ΘΕΩ ΔΟΞΑ. ,
That thou art He, th’Almighty: we believe.
For at thy nod tremble ten thousand worlds. 60. On the Power of the Supreme Being. SMART.
Hark! on the winged whirlwind's rapid rage,
Which is and is not in a moment-hark! TREMPLE, thou Earth!” th’anointed poet on th'hurricane's tempestuous sweep he rides
(tains ! | Invincible, and oaks, and pines, and cedars, “ At God's bright presente, tremble all ye moun And forests are no more. For, conflict dreadful ! “ And all ye hillocks on the surface bound !" The West encounters East, and Notus meets Then once again, ye glorious thunders, roll! In his career the Hyperborean blast. The Muse with transport hears ye once again The lordly lions shuddering seek their dens, Convulse the solid continent! and shake, And fly like timorous deer; the king of birds, Grand mufic of Omnipotence, the isles ! Who dar'd the folar ray, is weak of wing, 'Tis thy terrific voice, thou God of
power, And faints, and falls, and dies;-—while He fu'Tis thy terrific voice; all nature hears it
preine Awaken’d and alarm’d; the feels its force; Stands Itedfast in the centre of the storm. In ev'ry spring she feels it, every wheel,
Wherefore, ye objcēts terrible and great, And every movement of her vast machine.
Ye thunders, carthquakes, and ye fire-fraught Behold! quakes Appenine, behold! recoils
wombs Athos; and all the hoary-headed Alps
Of fell vulcanos, whirlwinds, hurricanes, Leap from their bases at the godlike sound.
And boiling billows, hail, in chorus join But what is this, celestial tho' the note, To celebrate and magnify your Maker, And proclamation of the reign fupreme, Who yet in words of a minuter mould Compar'd with such as, for a mortal ear
Is not lefs manifeft, is not less mighty. Ton great, amaze the incorporeal worlds ?
Survey the magnet's sympathetic love,
Th'attractive amber's power, invisible
Sent from th'electric sphere assaults thy frame,
By his Omnipotence, Philosophy
§ 61. On the Goodness of the Supreme Being. Slowly her thoughts inadequate revolves,
SMART. And ftands, with all his circling wonders round ORPHEUS, for fo the Gentiles'* call'd thy Like heavy Saturn in th’ethercal space [her,
pame, Begirt with an inexplicable ring.
Ifrael's sweet Pfalmist, who alone couldlt wake ff such the operations of his power,
Th’inanimate to motion; who alone Which at all seasons, and in every place The joyful hillocks, the applauding rocks, (Ruld by establish'd laws and current nature) And Hoods, with musical persuasion drew; Arrest th’attention; who! O who shall tell Thou who to hail and snow giv'it voice and found, His acts miraculous? when his own decrees And mad'st the mute melodious !-greater yet Repeals he, or suspends, when by the hand Was thy divincst skill, and ruld o'er more Of Moses or of Joshua, or the mouths
Than art or nature; for thy tuneful touch Of his prophetic fcers, such deeds he wrought, Drove trembling Satan from the heart of Saul, Before th'astonish'd suu's all-seeing eye, And quell'd the evil Angel :-in this breast That faith was scarce a virtue. Need I sing Some portion of thy genuine fpirit breathe, The fate of Pharaoh and his numerous band And lift me from mytelf ; each thought impure Lost in the reflux of the wat'ry walls,
Banish ; each low idea raise, refine, That melted to their fluid state again?
Enlarge, and fanctify ;-so shall the Muse Need I recount how Samson's warlike arm Above the stars aspire, and aim to praile With more than mortal nerves was strung t'o'er- Her God on earth as he is prais'd in heav'n. Idolatrous Philistia ? Shall I tell (throw
Immense Creator ! whose all-powerful hand How David triumph'd, and what Job sustain'd: Fram'd universal Being, and whose eye -But, О fupreme unutterable mercy!
Saw like thyself, that all things form’d were good; O love unequall'd, mystery immense,
Where Thaíl the timorous hard thy praise begin, Which angels long t’unfold ! 'tis man's re Where end the purest sacrifice of song, [light, demption
And just thankfgiving? --The thought-kindling That crowns thy glory, and thy power confirms, Thy princ production, darts upon my mind Confirms the great, th’uncontroverted claim. Its vivifying beanis, my heart illumines, When from the Virgin's unpolluted womb And fills my soul with gratitude and Thee. Shone forth the Sun of Righteousness reveald, Hail to the cheerful rays of ruddy morn, And on benighted reason pour'd the day; That paint thc streaky East, and blithfome rouse “Let there be peace!" (he said) and all was calın The birds, the cattle, and mankind froin rest! Amongst the warring world—calm as the ca Hail to the frethness of the early brecze, When, “ O be fill, ye boisterous winds!" he And Iris dancing on the new-fall’n dew! cry'd,
Without the aid of yonder golden globe, And not a breath was blown, nor murmur heard. Loft were the garnet's lustre, lost the lily, His was a life of miracles and might,
The tulip and auricula's spotted pride; And charity and love, ere yet he taste
Loft were the peacock's plumage, to the fight The bitter draught of death, ere yet he rise So pleafing in its pomp and glolly glow. Victorious o'er the universal foe,
O thrice illustrious! were it not for Thee, And death, and fin, and hell in triumph lead. Those pansies, that reclining from the bank, His by the right of conquest is mankind, View thro' th'immaculate pellucid itreain And in sweet servitude and golden bonds Their portraiture in the inverted heaven, We're ty'd to himn for ever. how easy Might as well change their triple boast, the white, Is his ungalliag voke, and all his burdens The purple, and the gold, that far outvie Tis extacy to bear! Him, blessed Shepherd, The Eastern monarch's gaib, ev'n with the dock, His flocks shall follow thro' the maze of life, Ev’n with the baleful hemlock's irksome green. And shades that tend to day-spring from on high; Without thy aid, without thy gladsome beams, And as the radiant roses, after fading,
The tribes of woodland warblers would remain In fuller foliage and more fragrant breath Mute on the bending branches, nor recite Revive in smiling spring, so thall it fare The praise of Him, who, ere he form'd their lord, With those that love hiin—for fiveet is their fa- Their vices tun’d to transport, wing'd their flight, And all eternity shall be their spring. (vour, | And badle thein call for nurture, and receive : Then thall the gates and everlasting doors, And lo! they call; the blackbird and the thrush, At which the King of Glory enters in, [sure The woodlark, and the redbreast jointly call; Be to the faints unbarr’d: and there, where plea- He hears, and feeds their feather'd families; Boasts an undying bloom, where dubious hope He feeds his sweet musicians,ếnor neglects Is certainty, and grief-attended love
Th'invoking ravens in the greenwood wide ; Is freed from pallion-there we'll celebrate, And tho'their throats coarse rattling hurt the car, With worthier numbers, Him who is, and was, They mean it all for music, thanks and praise And in immortal prowess King of Kings, They incan, and leave ingratitude to man,-Shall be the Monarch of all worlds for ever. But not to all,--for hark, the organs blow * See this conjecture Strongly supported by Delany, in his Life of David.
Their swelling notes round the cathedral's dome, And let the fong of Charity begin
“ Thou who refign'd humility uphold's,
$ 62. The Day of Judgment: a Cambridge To Him who feeds, who clothes, and who adorns,
Prize-Poem. By Dr. GLYNN. Who made, and who preferves, whatever dwells THY Justice, Heav’nly King and that great day In air, in stedfast earth, or fickle sea.
When Virtue, long abandon'd and forlom, O He is good, He is immensely good! (man; Shall raise her pensive head; and Vice, that erft Who all things form’d, and form’d them all for Rang'd unreprov'd and free, shall fink appallid; Who mark'd the climates, varied every zone, I sing advent'rous—But what eye can pierce Difpensing all his bleffings for the best,
The vast immeasurable realms of space In order and in beauty :-rise, attend, O'er which Messiah drives his flaming car Attest, and praise, ye quarters of the world! To that bright region, where enthron'd he fits, Bow down, ye elephants, submissive bow Firft-born of heav’n, to judge assembled worlds, To Him who made the mite! Tho' Asia's pride! Cloath'd in celestial radiance! Can the Muse, Ye carry arınies on your tower-crown'd backs, Her feeble wing all damp with earthly dew, And grace the turban'd tyrants, bow to Him Soar to that bright empyreal, where around, Who is as great, as perfect, and as good Myriads of angels, God's perpetual choir, In his less striking wonders, till at length Hymn hallelujahs, and in concert loud The eyes at fault, and seeks th’allisting glass. Chaunt fongs of triumph to their Maker's praise!.. Approach, and bring from Araby the Bleft Yet will I strive to sing, albeit unus'd The fragrant cassia, frankincense, and myrrh, To tread poetic soil. What though the wilés And mcekly kneeling at the altar's foot, Of Fancy me enchanted, ne'er could lure Lay all the tributary incense down.
To rove o'er Fairy lands; to swim the strears Stoop, feeble Africa, with reverence ftoop, That through her vallies wave their mazy way; And from thy brow take off the painted plume; Or climb her mountain tops ; yet will I raise With golden ingots all thy camels load My feeble voice to tell what harmony T'adorn his temples; hasten with thy spear (Siveet as the music of the rolling spheres) Reverted, and thy trusty bow unstrung, Aucunes the moral world: that Virtue ftili While unpursu'd thy lions roam and roar, May hope her promis'd crown; that vice maydread And ruin'd towers, rude rocks, and caverns wide Vengeance, though late; that reas’ning Pride Remurmur to the glorious, furly found.
may own And thou, fair Indian, whose immense domain Just, though unsearchable, the ways of Heav'n.
To counterpoise the Hemisphere extends, [ers, Sceptic? whoe'er thou art, who fay'st the soul,
Banquets, and blooining nymphs? Or rather tell,
Informs, directs, encourages, forbids ?
A thousand tapers feed their gloomy light, Tell, why on unknown evil grief attends, While folemn organs to his parting soul Or joy on fecret good? Why conscience acts Chaunted Now orisons : Say, by what mark With tenfold force when fickness, age, or pain Doft thou discern him from that lowly fwain Scands tott'ring on the precipice of death? Whose mouldering bones beneath the thorn bound Or why such horror gaaws the guilty soul Long lay neglected ? All at once shall rise; (turf Of dying finners, while the good man sleeps But not to equal glory; for, alas ! Peaceful and calm, and with a smile expires ? With howlings dire and execrations loud, Look round the world! with what a partial hand Some wail their fatal birth-First among these The scale of bliss and mis’ry is sustain'd ! Behold the mighty murd'rers of mankind : Beneath the shade of cold obscurity
They who in sport whole kingdoms flew; or they
Now turn your eyes to yon sweet-smelling bow'r, Whom fraud and skilful treachery long securd;
Seest thou this, righteous Father ! Seeft thou this, With all that pain and famine can inflict,
Pronounces doom eternal on their heads,
On that great day the solemn trump shall found And walk in all thy paths ; so thall his meed
And 'gainst th'impenetrable walls of Heav'n
These on the left are rang'd: but on the right Einbalm’d his poor remains; or thro' the dome 'A chosen band appears, who fought beneath
The banner of Jehovah, and defy'd
Those lofty pyramids, which high in air Satan's united legions. Some, unmov'd Rear'd their aspiring heads, to distant times At the grim tyrant's frown, o'er barb'rous climes Of Memphian pride. a lasting monument?Diffus d the Gospel's light: fome, long immur'd | Tell me where Athens rais'd her tow'rs—where (Sad fervitude !) in chains and dungeons pin’d; Thebes Or rack'd with all the agonies of pain, [they Open'd her hundred portals :—Tell me where Breath'd out their faithful lives. Thrice happy Stood sea-girt Albion ? where imperial Rome, Whom Heav'n elected to that glorious ftrifel Propt by leven hills, sat like a scepter'd queen, Here are they plac’d, whose kind munificence And aw'd the tributary world to peace :Made hear'n-born Science raise her drooping Shew me the rampart which o'er many a hill, And on the labours of a future race [head; Thro' many a valley, stretch'd its wide extent, Entail'd their just reward. Thou amongst these, Rais’d by that mighty monarch to repel Good Seaton! whose well-judg'd benevolence The roving Tartar, when with insult rude Foft'ring fair Genius, bade the poet's hand 'Gainst Pekin's tow'rs he bent th’unerring bow, Bring annual off'rings to his Maker's fhrine, But what is mimic art? E'en Nature's works, Shale find the generous care was not in vain.-- Seas, meadows, pasturcs, the meand'ring streams, Here is that fav’rite band, whoin mercy mild, And everlasting hills, shall be no more. God's best-lov'd attribute, adorn'd; whole gate No more shall Teneriff, cloud-piercing height! Stood ever open to the stranger's call;
O'erhang th’Atlantic surge; nor that fam’d cliff, Who fed the hungry; to the thirsty lip Thro' which the Persian Iteer'd with many a fail, Reach'd out the friendly cup; whose care benign Throw to the Lemnian ise its evening Thade From the rude blast fecur’d the pilgrim's fide; O'er half the wide Ægæan.-Where are now Who heard the widow's tender tale, and shook The Alps that confin'd with unnumber'd realms, The galling shackle from the pris'ner's feet ; And from the Black Sea to the ocean stream Who each endearing tie, each office knew Stretch'd their extended arms:- Where's Ararat, Of meek-ey'd heav'n-descended Charity. That hill on which the faithful patriarch's ark, O Charity, thou nymph divinely fair !
Which feven long months had voyag'do'er its top, Sweeter than thote whom ancient pocts bound First rested, when the earth with all her sons, In amity's indissoluble chain,
As now by streaming cataracts of fire, The Graccs ! how shall I essay to paint Was whelm'd by mighty waters?--All at once Thy charms, celestial inaid ! and in rude verse Are 'vanilli'd and diffolv'd; no trace reinains, Blazon chole deeds thyself didit nc'er reveal ? No mark of vain distinction : Heav'n itself, For thee nor rankling Envy can infect,
That azure vault, with all those radiant orbs, Nor rage transport, nor high o'erweening pride Sinks in the universal ruin loft.Puit up with vain conceit: ne'er didit thou smile No more shall planets round their central sun To see the finner as a verdant tree
Move in harmonious dance; no more the moon Spread his luxuriant branches o’er the stream ; Hang out her silver lamp; and thofe fix'd stars, While, like some blafted trunk, the righteous fall Spangling the golden canopy of night, Prostrate, forlorn. When prophecies thall fail, Which oft the Tuscan with his optic glass When tongues shall cease, when knowledge is no Callid from their wondrous height, to read their
And magnitude, some winged ininister [names And this great day is come, thou by the throne Shall quench; and (surest lign that all on earth Shalt fit triumphant. Thither, lovely maid ! Is loft) shall rend from heav'n the myftic bow. Bear me, O bear me on thy soaring wing, Such is that awful, that tremendous day, And through the adamantine gates of heav'n Whose coming who Thall tell? For as a thief Conduct my steps, safe from the fiery gulph Unheard, unfeen, it steals with silent pace And dark abyis, where Sin and Satan reign! Thro'night's dark gloom.- Perhaps as here I sit,
But can the Mufe, her numbers all too weak, And rudely carol these incondite lays, [mouth Tell how that restless element of fire
Soon fall the hand be check'd, and dumb the Shall wage with seas and earth inteftinc war, That lisps the falt'ring strain.-0! may it ne'er And deluge all creation? Whether (fo Intrude unwelcome on an ill-fpent hour! Some think) the comet, as tlxough fields of air But find me wrape in meditations high, Lawless he wanders, ihall rush headlong on, Hymning my great Creator Thwarting th'ecliptic, whereth'unconicious earth
“ Pow's Supreme ! Rolls in her wonted courfe; whether the fun “O everlasting King! to thce I kneel, With force centripetal into his orb
“ To thee I lift my voice. With fervent heat Attract her, long reluctant; or the caves, “ Melt, all ye elements! And thou, high heav'n, Those dread volcanos, where engend'ring lic “ Shrink like a shrivel'd scroll! Butthink, O Lord, Sulphureous minerals, from their dark abrfs “ Think on the best, the nobleft of thy works; Pour streains of liquid fire ; while from above, “ Think on thine own bright image! Think on As erst on Sodom, Hear’n’s avenging hand
“ him Rains fierce combustion :-—Where are now the “ Who died to save us from thy righteous wrath; Of art, the toil of agcs:- Where are now (works · And’miditthewreck of worlds remember man!" Th'imperial cities, fepulchres and domes, Tropiies and llars? Where is Egypt's boast,