"But fhap'd in twice ten thousand frames;
"Thence diff'ring fouls, of diff'ring names,
"And jarring tempefts rofe.

"The mighty Power, that form'd the mind,
"One mould for every two defign'd,
"And blefs'd the new-born pair:
"This be a match for this:" (he faid :)
"Then down he fent the fouls he made,
"To feek them bodies here:
"But, parting from their warm abode,
They lost their fellows on the road,
"And never join'd their hands:
"Ah! cruel chance and croffing fates!
"Our eastern fouls have dropp'd their mates
"On Europe's barbarous lands.

"Happy the youth that finds the bride
"Whofe birth is to his own ally'd,

"The sweetest joy of life:

"But, oh! the crowds of wretched fouls
"Fetter'd to minds of different moulds,
"And chain'd t' eternal ftrife!"
Thus fang the wond'rous Indian bard;
My foul with vaft attention heard,
While Ganges ceas'd to flow:
"Sure, then, (I cry'd) might I but fee
"That gentle nymph that twinn'd with me,
"I may be happy too.

"Some courteous angel tell me where,
"What diftant lands this unknown fair,
"Or diftant seas detain ?

"Swift as the wheel of nature rolls

"I'd fly, to meet, and mingle fouls, "And wear the joyful chain.”

The LAWYER'S PRAYER. A Fragment.
RDAIN'D to tread the thorny ground,
Where few, I fear, are found;
Mine, be the confcience void of blame;
The upright heart; the spotlefs name;
The tribute of the widow's prayer;
The righted orphan's grateful tear!
To virtue, and her friends, a friend;
Still may my voice the weak defend !
Ne'er may my prostituted tongue
Protect th' oppreffor in his wrong;
Nor wreft the fpirit of the laws,
To fanctify the villain's caufe!
Let others, with unfparing hand,
Scatter their poifon through the land;
Enflame diffention, kindle ftrife;
And ftrew with ills the path of life;
On fuch, her gifts let fortune fhower
Add wealth to wealth, and power to power:
On me, may favouring heaven bestow,
That peace, which good men only know.
The joy of joys, by few poffefs'd,
The eternal funshine of the breast!
Power, fame, and riches, I refign-
The praise of honefty be mine;

That friends may weep, the worthy figh;
And poor men blefs me when I die!

ORDER::

ORDER:-A Poem.

UNHAPPY man, thro' life's fucceffive years,

From youth to age, fay how thy reason errs;

Still prone to weep thy miferies below,
Regardless of the fource from whence they flow;
On Nature charging, and her perfect laws,
Those ills thy follies, or thy vices cause.

But know thou this, Nature, to all a friend,
Directs each being to its proper end;
To happiness points out the certain road-
To follow Nature, as to follow God.

Ére Time had birth, or the fun's radiant light
Diffolv'd the reign of Chaos and old Night,
Nature unform'd, in rude diforder lay,
And held in anarchy a lawless fway.

But God commands-all civil difcords ceafe,
And warring elements unite in peace;
Systems in Order strait begin to roll,

And friendly parts compofe one beauteous whole.
To Nature thus th' Eternal Mover faid,
"Thro' all my works be Order's laws obey'd;
"Order decreed the certain path to bliss,
"None e'er fhall err, who strictly move by this."
Look then around, the univerfe furvey,
And follow Nature, as the leads the way;
To yonder ample arch direct thine eye,
And view the perfect Order of the fly.
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Fix'd in his orb, fee with refulgent ray, The conftant fun lights up the genial day; While fhining worlds melodioufly advance, And form around the planetary dance.

See the pale moon adorn'd with borrow'd light, More faintly gilds the dusky shades of night; In bright array, fhe leads her ftarry train, Obeys the earth, and guides the fwelling main.

Her ftarry train, by the fame rule confin'd, Obfequious wait, nor leave the queen behind; But all in perfect harmony confpire,

To move as Order and its laws require.

Toearth defcend--fee mountains, woods, and vales, The murm'ring waters, and the whifp'ring gales; Whatever wings the lovely realms of Day, Lives on the land, or fwims along the fea: In Order all pursue the ends defign'd, Proportion'd to their station, and their kind.

Rains feed the earth; nor does the earth deny To fend 'em back in vapours to the sky; Seas fill the fprings th

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Unchanging verges to the deftin'd goal,
True as the needle trembles to the pole.

But Man, the sport of ev'ry paffion made,
By all carefs'd, and yet by all betray'd;
From Order's flow'ry path perversely strays,
And wanders on in Error's crooked maze;
And, fpite of Nature, and in Reafon's fpight,
Purfues wrong measures, and neglects the right..

But mark how, rifing from this fatal fource,
Vice pours along, refiftlefs in its courfe;
And, like fome raging flood, without controul,
Heaps woes on woes, and deluges the foul.

Hence Love and Hate, in wild diforder join'd,.
Disturb his reafon, and diftract his mind;
Delufive Hope, and more delusive Fear,
Now raise him up, now fink him in defpair.

Hence Anger burns, and pale Dejection chills,
Envy torments, and pining Sorrow kills;
And every paffion in its turn deftroys
Some present blifs, or leffens future joys.

From hence Excefs, parent of Sloth and Ease,
Calls forth the lurking feeds of each disease;
And Death, grim tyrant! haftens on his pace,
To fhorten half the date of human race.

Hence injur'd Innocence oppreffion feels,
And Perfecution threatens whips and wheels;
And Justice mourns, depress'd by perjur'd tools,
A prey to Malice, and a scorn to Fools.

Hence

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