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Then thus proceeded : • Be thy muse thy zeal, Dare to be good, and all my joys reveal. • While other pencils flatt’ring forms create, ; * And paint the gaudy plumes that deck the Great ; • While other pens exalt the vain delight, • Whose wasteful revel wakes the depth of night ;. • Or others softly fing in idle lines, ' How Damon courts, or Amaryllis shines;

More wisely thou select a theme divine,. • Fame is their recompence, 'tis heavin is thine.

Despise the raptures of difcorded fire, · Where wine, or passion, or applause inspire

Low restless life, and ravings born of earth, • Whose meaner subjects speak their humble birth, · Like working seas, that when loud winters blow, · Not made for rising, only rage below. • Mine is a warm and yet a lambent heat,

More lasting still, as more intensely great, [breathes,

Produc'd where pray'r, and praise, and pleasure « And ever mounting whence it fhot beneath..

Unpaint

Unpaint the love, that hov'sing over beds, « From glittring pinions guilty pleasure sheds ; « Restore the colour to the golden mines

< With which behind the feather'd idol fhines;

• To fow'ring greens give back their native care, « The rose and lilly, never his to wear ; « To sweet Arabia send the balmy breath; « Strip the fair Aesh, and call the phantom, Death ;

His bow be sabled o'er, his shafts the same, 6. And fork and point them with eternal flame.

• But urge thy pow'rs, thine utmost voice advance, • Make the loud strings against thy fingers dance; < 'Tis love that Angels praise, and men adore, « 'Tis love divine that asks it all and more.

Fling back the gates of ever-blazing day, « Pour foods of liquid light to gild the way; * And all in glory wrapt, thro’ paths untrod • Pursue the great unseen descent of God. • Hail the meek Virgin, bid the child appear, « The child is God, and call him Jesus here.

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• He comes, but where to rest ? A manger's nigh,
• Make the great Being in a manger lie ;
• Fill the wide sky with Angels on the wing,
• Make thousands gaze, and make ten thousand fing;
• Let men afflict him, men he came to save,

And still afflict him till he reach the grave;
• Make him resign’d, his loads of forrow meet,
• And me, like Mary, weep beneath his feet;
• I'll bathe my tresses there, my pray’rs rehearse,
• And glide in Aames of love along thy verse.

• Ah ! while I speak, I feel my bosom swell, • My raptures smother what I long to tell. « 'Tis God! a present God! Thro' cleaving air • I see the throne, and see the Jesus there • Plac'd on the right. He shews the wounds he bore, • (My fervours oft have won him thus before) [ear; « How pleasd he looks ! my words have reach'd his * He bids the gates unbar, and calls me near.'.

She ceas'd. The cloud on which she seem'd to tread, It's curls unfolded, and around her spread;

Bright Angels waft their wings to raise the cloud,
And sweep their ivory lutes, and sing aloud;
The scene moves off, while all its ambient sky
Is turn'd to wondrous music as they fy;
And soft the swelling sounds of music grow,
And faint their softness, till they fail below.

My downy sleep the warmth of Phoebus broke,
And while my thoughts were settling, thus I spoke.
Thou beauteous Vision! on the foul-impress’d,
When most my reason would appear to rest,
'Twas sure with pencils dipt in various lights
Some curious Angel limn'd thy sacred sights ;
From blazing suns his radiant gold he drew,
White moons the silver gave, and air the blue.
I'll mount the roving winds expanded wing,
And seek the sacred hill, and light to fing;
('Tis known in Jewry well) I'll make my lays
Obedient to thy summons, sound with praise..

But still I fear, unwarm'd with holy flame, I take for truth the flatt'ries of a dream ;

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And barely with the wondrous gift I boast,
And faintly practise what deserves it most.

Indulgent LORD! whose gracious love displays
Joy in the light, and fills the dark with ease;
Be this, to bless my days, no dream of bliss ;
Or be, to bless the nights, my dreams like this.

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S Bacchus ranging at his leisure

(Jolly Bacchus, king of pleasure !) Charm'd the wide world with drink and dances, And all his thousand airy fancies, Alas! he quite forgot the while

His fav'rite vines in Lesbos isle.

The God, -returning ere they dy'd, Ah! see my jolly Fauns he cry'd, The leaves but hardly born are red, And the bare arms for pity spread :

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