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His praise around, ye flow'ry tribes, exhale, Inspir'd into the mortal mass, shall rest
Far as your sweets embalm inc spicy gale: Annihilate, till Duration has unrolld
His praise, ye dimpled streanis, to earih reveal, Her never-ending line; tell, if thou know'st,
As pleas'd ye murnur zırough the flow'ry vale! Why every nation, every clime, though all
His praise, ye feather'd choirs, distinguish'd sing, In laws, in rites, in manners disagree,
As to your notes the vocal forests ring! With one consent expect another world,
His praise proclaim, ye monsters of the deep, Where wickedness shall weep. Why Paynim-
Who in the vast abyss your revels keep! Fabled Elysian plains, Tartarian lakes, [bards,
Or ye, fair natives of our earthly scene, Styx and Cocytus? Toll, why Ilali's sons
Whorange the wilds, or haunt the pasture green! Have feign'd á paradise of mirth and love,
Nor thou, vain lord of eart, withi carcless ear Banquets, and blooning nymphis? or rather tell,
The universal hymn of worship hear!

Why, on the brink of Orellana's stream,
But ardent in the sacred chorus join,

Where never Science rear'd her sacred torch, Thy soul transported with the task divine! Th’untutor'd Indian dreams of happier worlds While by his works th’Almighty is confess'd, Behind the cloud-topt hill? Why in each breasi Supremely glorious, and supremely bless'd! Is plac'd a friendly monitor, that prompts,

Great lord of life! from whom this humble Intorins, directs, encourages, forbids? Derives the pow'r to sing thy holy name, [frame Tell, why on unknown evil grief attends, Forgive the lowly Must, whose artless lay Or joy on secret good? Why conscience acts Has dar'd thy sacred Attributes survey !

With'tenfold force, when sickness, age, or pais Delighted oft thro' Nature's beauteous field Stands tott'ring on the precipice of death? Hlas she ador'd thy wistom bright reveald; Or why such horror gnaws the guilty soul Oft have her wishes aim'il the secret sony, Of dying sinners, while the good man sleeps But awful rey'rence still withhell her tongue. Peaceful and calm, and with a smile expires ? Yet as thy bounty lent the reas'ning beam, Look round the world! with what a partial hand As feels ny conscious brcast thy vital flame, The scale of bliss and mis'rv is sustain'd! So, blest Creator, let thy servant pay

Beneath the shade of cold obscurity His mite of gratitude this feeble way;

Pale Virtue lies; no arm supports her head, Thy goodness own, thy Providence adore No friendly voice speaks comfort to her soul, And yield thee only — what was thine before. Nor soti-eyed Pity drops a melting tear;

But, in their stead, Contempt and rude Dizdain

Insult the banishio wanderer: on she goes, $51. The Day of Judgement: a Seatonian Neglected and forlorn: Disease and Cold, Prize Poen. By Dr. Glynn.

And Famine, worst of ills, her steps attend! Thy Justice, heav’nly king! and that great day, Yet patient, and to Heaven's just will resign'd, When Virtue, long abandon’d and forlorn, She ne'er is seen to weep, or heard to sigh. Shall raise her pensive head; and Vice, that erst Now turn yourevestoyonsweet-smellingbow'r, Rang'd unreprov*d and free, shall sink appall'd; 17:ere, flush'd wil all the insolence of wealth, I sing advent'rous But what eye can pierce

Sits pamper'd Vice! For him th’ Arabian cale The vast immeasurable realıns of space, Breaihes forth delicious odeurs; Gallia's hills O'er which Messiah drives liis Haming car For him pour nectar from the purple vine. To that bright region, where enthron'd he sits, Nor think for these he pays the tribute due First-born of Heav'n, to judge assembled worlds, To Ileav'n: of Heav'n he never names the name, Cloth'd in celestial radiance? Can the Muse, Save when with imprecations dark and dire Iler feeble wing all damp with earthly dew, He points his jest obscene. Yet buxom Health Soar to that bright empyreal, where around Sits on his rosy cheek; yet Honor will Myriads of angels, God's perpetual choir, Ilis high exploits; and downy-pinion'd Sleep Hymn hallelujahs, and in concert loud Sheils a soft opiateo'er his peacefulcouch. [this, Chant songs of triumph to their Maker's praise?- Seest thou this, righteous Father! seest thou Yet will I strive to sing, albeit unus da And wilt thou ne'er repay? Shall good and ill To trcad poetic soil. What though the wiles Be carried undistinguish'd to the land Of Fancy me enchanted, ne'er could lure Where all wings are forgot? — Ah, no! the day To rove o'er fairy lands; to swim the streams Willcomewhen Virtue from thecloud shall bursi, That through her valleys wave their mazy way; That long obscurd her beams, when Sin shall My Or climb her mountain tops ; yet will I raise Back to her native Hell; there sink eclips'd My feeble voice to tell what harmony In penal darkness; where no star shall risc, (Sweet as the music of the rolling spheres) Norever sunshine pierce th' imperious gloom, Attunes the moral world : that Virtue still On that great daythesolemntrumpshall sound, May hope her promis'd crown; that Vicemaydlread (That trump which once in heav'non man'srevolt Vengeance, though late; that reas'ning Pride may Convok'd th' astonish'd seraphs) at whose voice

The’unpcopledgrave shallpourfórthalltheir dead. Just, though unsearchable, the ways of Heav'n. Then shall'th'assembled Nations of the Earth

Sceptic! who’ever thou art, who say'st the soul, From ev'ry quarter at the judgement-seat
That divine particle which God's own breath Unite; Egyptians, Babylonians, Greeks,


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Parthians; and they who dwelion Tyber's banks, Set up the phantom Chance. For them in vain Names fam'd of old: or who of later


Alternate season's cheer'd the rolling year; Chinese and Russian, Mexican and Turk, In vain the sun o'er herb, tree, fruit and flow's Tenant the wild terrene; and they who pitch Shed genial influence mild; and the pale moon Their tents on Niger's banks; or, where the sun Repair'd her waning orb.- Next these is plac'd Pours on Golconda's spires his early light, The vile blasphemer; he whose impious wit Drink Ganges' sacred siream. At once shall rise, Profan': the sacred mysteries of faith, Whom distant ages to each others sight And 'gainst th' impenetrable walls of Hear'n Had long denied : before the throne shall kneel Planted his feeble battery. By these stands Some great Progenitor, while at his side The Arch-Apostate : be with many a wile Stand his descendants through a thousand lines. Exhorts them still to foui revolt. Alas! Whate'er their nation, and whate'er their rank, No hope have they from black despair, no ray Heroes and patriarchs, slaves and sceptred kings, Shines through the zloom to cheer their sinking With equal eye the God of all shall see,

souls. And judge with equal love. What though the In agonies of grief they curse the hour With costly pomp and aromatic sweets [great When first they left Religion's onward way. Einbalın'd his poor remains; or througlı theilome

These on the left are rang'd. but on the right A thousand tapers shed their gloomy light, A chosen band appears, who fought beneath While solemn organs to his parting soul The banner of Jehovah, and defied Chanted slow orisons? Say, by what mark Satan's united legions. Some, un:noy'd Dost thou discern hiin froin that lowly swain At the griin tyrant's frown, v'er barb'rous climes Whosemould'ring bones beneath thethorn bound Diffusd the Gospel's light: some long immur'd Long lay neglected ? All at once shall rise, [iurf (Sad servitude!) in chains and dungeons pind; But not to equal glory; for, alas!

Or, rack'd with all the agonies of pain, (they With howlings dire, and execrations loud, Breath'd out their faithful lives. Thrice happy Some wail their fatal birth.-First among these Whom Heav'n elected to that glorious strife!-Behold the mighty murd'rers of mankind : Here are they plac'd, whose kind in unificence They who in sport whole kingdomsslew; or they Macle heaven-born Science raise her drooping Who to the tott'ring pinnacle of power [curse And on tlie labors of a future race (head; Waded through seas of blood ! How will they Entail'd their just reward. Thou amongst these, The madness of ambition! liow lament [wife Good Sealan! whose well-judg'd benevolence Their dear-bought laurels; when the widow'd Fost'ring fair Genius, badle the poet's hand And childless mother at the judgement seat(they Bring annual off'rings to his Náker's shrine, Plead trumpet-tungu'd against them !-Here are Shalt find the generous care was not in vain.Who sunk an aged father to the grave;

Here is that fav’rite band, whom mercy mild, Or with unkindness hard, and cold disdain, God's hest-lov'd attribute, adorn'd; whose gate Slighted a brother's suff'rings. Here are they Stood evet open to the stranger's call; Whom fraud and skilful treachery long secur's; Who fed the hungry; to the thirsty lip Who from the infant virgin tore her.dow'r, Reach'd out the friendly cup; whose care benign And ate the orphan's bread; who spent their Froin the rude blast secur'd the pilgrion's side; In selfish luxury; or o'er their gold [stores Who heard the widow's tender tale, and shook Prostrate and pale ador'd the useless heap: The galling shackle from the pris'ner's feet; Here too who stain'd the chaste connubial bed !-- Who cach endearing tie, cach office knew Who mix'd the pois’nous bowl;- or broke the Oi meek-eyerl, heaven-descended Charity. Of hospitable friendship; - and the wretchstics O charity, thou nymph divinely fair! Whose listless soul, sick with the cares of life, Sweeter than those whom antient poets bound Unsuminon'd, to the prescrice of his God In amity's indissoluble chain, Rush'd in with insult rude. How would they joy The Graces! how shall I essay to paint Ouce more to visit earth, and, though oppressd Thy charms, celestial maiú! and in rude verse With all that pain and famine can inflict, blazon those deeds thyself didst ne'er reveal ? Pant up the hill of life? Vain wish! the judge for thee nor rankling Envy can infect, Pronounces doom etcrnal on their heads, Nor rare transport, nor high o'er weening Pride Perpetual punishment. Seek not to know Puff ip with vain conceit: ne'er didst thou What pumishment! for that th' Alınighty wiil To see the sinner as a verdant tree [smile llas bid froin mortal eyes : and shall vain mau Spread his lusuriant branches o'er the streanı ; With Curious search refin'd presume to pry

While, like sine blasted trunk, the righteous.fall Into the secrets, Father? No! let him

Prostrate, forlorn. When prophecies shall fail, With humble patience all thy works arlore, When tongues shall cease, when knowledge is And walk in all thy paths; so shall his niced

10 more, Be great in Heav'n, so haply shali he 'scape And this great day is come, thou hy the throne Tu' iaimortal worin and never-ceasing fire. Shalt sit triumplant. Thither, lovely maid!

But who are they, who boundintentoid chains Bear me, O bear me on thy soaring wing, Stand horribly aghast? This is that crew And through the adamantine gates of Flca'vn Who strove to pull Jehovah from his throne, Conduct iny steps, sary from the fiery gulph And in the place of heavcu's eternal King And dark abyss, where Sin and Satan reign?



BOOK I. But can the Muse, her numbers ill too weak, | And rudely carol these incondite lays, (inouih Tell how that resiless element of fire

Soon shallihe band be check'd, and domb the Shall wage with seas and earth intestine war,

That lis;s the falı'ring strain.-O may it ne'er And deluge all creation. Whether (80

Intrude unwelcome on an ill-spent hour; Some think) the comet, as through fields of air But find nie wrapt in meditations high, Lawless he wanders, shall rush hcadlong on Hymuring my great Creator !Thwartingili'ecliplic, whereth'umconsciousearth

- Pow'r Supreme ! Rolls in 'her wonted course ; whether the sun

“o'erlasting king! to thee 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 liigh heav'n, Those dead volcanos, where engend'ring lie “ Shrinklikeashrivell scroll! Butthink, O Lord, Sulphureous minerals, froin the dark abyss

Think on the best, the noblest of thy works ; Pour streains of liquid fire; while from above, “Think on tlieir own bright image! 'Think on As erst on Sodom, Heaven's avenging hand

“hiin Rains fierce combustion.-- Where are now the “ Who died to saveus from the righteous wratt; Ofart, the toil ofages ?-Where are now (works “ And'midst the wreckofworlds rememberman Tl'imperial cities, sepulchres and domes, Trophies aud pillars 'Where is Egypt's boast, Those lofty paramids, which high in air

$ 52. IIY UNS. By Mrs. Barbauld. Rearil their aspiring heads, to listant times Quid prius dicam solitis Parentis Of Memphian's pride a lasting monument ?- Laudibus ? qui res hominum ac deorum, Tell me where Atheng rais'd her tow'rs? where Qui mare ac terras, variisque mundum Thebes

Temperat horis? Open'd lser hurrired portals? -- Tell me where Stood sea-ziri Allvion ? wliere Imperial Rome, JEHOVAR reigns: let ev'ry nation hear, Propt, by seven hills, sat like a scepired queen,

And at his footstool bow with holy fear; And aw'i the tributary world to princeza Let Ileav'ns high arches echo wiih his name, Show mne the rampart whichi o'er many a hill, Aridihe wide people earth bis praiseproclaim; Through many a valley, stretch'dits wide extent, Then send it down to hell's deep glooms re. Rais'd by that miglily monarch to repel


(ing. The roving Tartar, ilien with insuli rude Thro' all her cares in dreadful murmurs soundGainsi Perkin's tow'rs he bent th' unerring bow. He rules with wide and absolute cominand But what is mimic art ? E'en Nature's work, O'er the broad ocean anel the sted fast landSeas,meadows, pastures, the meandring streams, Jehovah reigns, unbounded and alone, And everlasting bills, shall be no more.

And all creation hangs beneath his throne : No more shall Teneriit, cloud-piercing height! He reigns alone; let no inferior nature Verhangin' Atlantic sige; nor that fan'delill

, Usurp or share the throne of the Creator. Thro, which the Persian steerd with many a sail, Throw to the Lemnian isle it: evening shade

Ile saw the struggling beams of infant light

Shoot chiro' the massy gloom ofautient night; O'er half the wide Evean.--- Ithere are now The Alps that contin'd with unnumber'd realms,

Ilis spirit hush'd the elemental strife,

And brooded o'er the kindling seeds of life: And froin the Black Sea to the ocean stream

Seasons and inonths began the long procession, Stretch'dtheirestended arıns!-- Where's Asrarat, and measur'd o'er the year in bright succession. That hill on which the fichiul patriarch's ark, Which seven long monites tad voyagl'o'er listop,

The joyful sun sprung up th'ethereal way, Hirst resterd, when the Gürth with all her sons,

Siroog as a giant, as a bridegroom gay;

And ihe pale inoon diffus'd her shadowy light As now by streaming cataracts of fire, - Was wheliu'd by michir waters ?--All at once

Superioro'er the dusky brow of night ; [ing, Are ranish'd and dissolvu; no trace remains,

Ten thousand glitt'ring lainps the skies adornNo inark of vain distinciion : heaven itself,

Numerous as dew-drops from the womb of That azure vault, with all those radiant orbs,

mlorning. Sinks in the universal ruin lost:

Earth's blooming face with rising fow'rs he

dress'd No more shall planets round their central sun Move in barmonious dance; no more the moon

And spread a verdant mantle p'er her breast; Hang out her silvet lamp; and those fixù stars,

Then from the hollow of his hand he pours Spangling the golden canopy or night,

The circling waters round her winding shores, Which oft she Tuscan with his optic glass

The new-born world in their cool armseme Calld from their wondrous height, to read their embracing, Add magnitude, suave winged mini ter [n:unes And with sofi murmurs still her banks caressing. Shall quench ; and suitest sign that all on earth At length the rose complete in finish'd pride, I lost, shail rend from heaven the mystic bow. All fair and spotless, like a virgin bride:

Such is that awful, that tremendous dar, Fresh wieh untaruislıd lustre as she stood, Whose coming who shall tell? For as a thief Iler Maker bless'd his work, and call'dit gooba l'nbeard, unseen, it steals with silent page [lail, The morning stars, with joyful acclamation, Though night's dark gloun - Pentapos a:licre Lsulting sung, and haild the new crcation.


HY MN 111.

Yet this fair world, the creature of a day, Should thine altcr'd hand restrain Tho' built by God's right hand, inust pass The early and the latter rain; away;

Blast each op'ning bud of joy, And long oblivion creep o'er mortal things, And the rising year destroy;

The fate of empires, and the pride of kings: Yet to thee my soul should raise
Eternal night shall veil their proudest story, Grateful vows, and solemn praise ;
And drop the curtain o'er all human glory.

And, when ev'ry blessing's flown,
The sun himself, with weary clouds opprest, Love thee--for thyself alone.
Shall in his silent, dark pavilion rest :
His golden un shall broke and useless lie,
Amidst the common ruins of the sky!
The stars rush headlong in the wild commotion,

For Easter Sunday.
And bathe their glitering foreheads in the ocean. Again the Lord of life and light
But fix'd, O God! for ever stands thy throne;

Awakes the kindling ray;
Jehovah reigns, a universe alone;

Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
'Th' eternal fire that seeris cach vital flaine, And pours increasing day.
Collected or diffus'd is still the same. () what a night was that which wrapt
He dwells within his own unfathom'd essence, The heathen world in gloom!
And fills all space with his unbounded presence. what a sun which broke this day,

But oh! our highest notes the theme debase, Triumphant from the tomb !
And silence is our least injurious praise : [trol, This day be grateful homage paid,
Cease, cease your songs, the daring flight con- And loud hosannas sung ;
Rerere hiin in the stillness of the soul;

Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart,
With silent duty meekly bend before him,

And praise on ev'ry tongue.
And deep within your inmost hearts adore him.

Ten thousand diff'ring lips shall join

To hail this welcome morn ;

Which scatters blessings from its wings
PRAISE to God, immortal praise*,

To nations yet unborn.
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of every joy,

Jesus, the friend of human kind,
Let thy praise our tongues employ ;

With strong coinpassion movd,

Descended, like a pilying God,
For the blessings of the field,

To save the souls he lov'd.
For the stores the gardens yield,
For the vine's exalted juice,

The pow'rs of darkness leagu'd in vain

Tobind his soul in death; For the gen'rous olive's use ;

He shook their kingdom, when he fell, Flocks that whiten all the plain,

With his expiring breath. Yellow sheaves of ripeu'd grain,

Not long the toils of hell could keep Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews,

The hope of Judah's line 3 Suns that temp rate warmth diffuse ;

Corruption never could take hold All that Spring with bounteous hand

On ought so much divine. Scatters o'er the smiling land;

And now his conqu'ring chariot wheels All that lib'ral Autumn pours

Ascend the lofly skies ; From her rich o'er flowing stores :

While broke, beneath his pow'rful cross,

Death's iron sceptre lies.
These to thee, my God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings How ;

Exalted high at God's right hand,
And for these my soul shall raise

And Lord of all below, Grateful rows and solemn praise.

Thro' him is pard'ning love dispens'd,

And boundless blessings flow.
Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the rip’ning ear;

And still for erring, guilly man

A brother's pity flows; Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot

And still his bleeding heart is touchid Drop her green untimely fruit;

With piesn'ry of our woes. Should the yine put forth no more,

To thee, niy Saviour and iny King, Nasthe olive yield her store;

Glad homage let me give; Though the sick’ping flocks should fall, And stand prepar'd, like thee to die, And the herds desert the stall;

With chee that I may live. Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines, the labor of the olive shall fail, and the fields sbail yield no mea:, the rocks shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be to herd in ches talls; yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.

HABAXKUX, iii. 17. 18.

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$ 53. An Address to the Deity. Behold where, breathing love divine,

Mrs. Barbanld. Our dring Mister stands !

Deus est quodcunque vides, quocunque moretis. Ilis weeping followers gath'ring round

Lucan. Receive his last commands.

God of my life, and author of my days! From that inild Teacher's parting lip Permit my feeble voice to lisp thy praise ; What icnder accen's fell!

And trembling take upon a mortal tongue The gentle precept ivhich he gave

That hallow'd name to liarps of Seraphs suing. Became its author well.

Yet here the brightest Seraphs could no more • Bless'd is the man wliose sofining heart Than hide their faces, tremble, and adore. « Feels all another's pain :

Worms, angels, men, in ev'ry diff'rent sphere, “ To whom the supplicating eye

Are equal all, for all are nothing here. “ Was never rais d in vain ;

All Nature faints beneath the mighty name, “ Whose breast expands with gen'rous warınıh

Which Nature's works, thro' all her parts, pro

claim. “I stranger's woes to feel :

I feel that name my inmost thoughts control, “ And blecis in pity o'er the round,

And breathe an awful stillness thro' my soul; “ He wants the pow'r to heal.

As by a cliarın the waves of grief subside ; He spreads his kind supporting arms Limpetuous passion stops her headlong tide: “ To ev'ry child of griet';

At thy felt presence all emotions cease, “ His secret bounty largely flows,

And my hush'd spirit finds a sudden peace, And brings unask'd relief.

Till ev'ry worldly thought within me dies, “ To gentle otiices of love

And earth's gay pageants vanish from my eyes, « Ilis feet are never slow :

Till all iny sense is lost in infinite, " He views, thro' mercy's telling eye,

And one vast object fills my aching sight. " A brother in a foe.

But soon, alas! this holy calın is broke;

My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke; « Peace from the bosom of his God,

With shackled pinions strives to soar in vain, "My peace to hiin I give! “ And when he kneels before the throne,

And mingles witli the dross of earih again.

But he, our gracious Master, kind as just, “ His trembling soul shall live.

knowing our fraine, remembers man is clust. “ To him protection shall be shown, His spirit, ever broodling o'er our mind, " And inercy from above

Sees the first wish to better hopes inclin'd; " Descend on those who thu: ful al

Marks the young dawn of ev'ry virtuous aim, • The perfect law of love."

And fans the smoaking flax into a flame
His ears are open to the softest ery,

His grace descends to meet the lified eye;
Awak2, my soul! lift up tbine mes,

He reads the language of a silent tear, See where thy foes against thee rise,

And sighs are incense from a heari sincere. In long array, a nun'rous hrost;

Such are the voivs, the sacrifice I give : Awake, my soal, or thou art lost.

Accept the row, and bid the suppliane lire. Here giant Danger threat'rring stands

From each terrestrial bondage set me free;

Still ev'ry wish that centres not in thee;
Must'ring his pale terrific bands;
There Piesue's silken banners spread,

Bid my fond hopes, my vain disquiets cease, And willing souls are captive ledd.

And point my path to everlasting peace.

If the soft hand of winning pleasure leads See where rebellious passiops rage,

By living waters, and thro' dow'ry meads, And fierce desires and lasti engage;

When all is smiling, tranquil and serene, The meanest loe of all the train

And vernal beauty paints ihe flatl'sing scene, llas thousands and ten thousand slain.

Oh! teach me to elude each latent snare, Thor tread'st upou enchanted ground,

And whisper to my sliding heart — Beware! Perils and spares beset thee round;

With caution let me hear the Syren's voice, Beware of all, guard ev'ry part,

And doubtful, with a trembling heart rejoice. But must the traitor in thy heart.

If friendless in a vale of tears I stray, [way,

Where briers wound, and thorns perplex my Come then, iny soul, now learn to wield

Still let my steady soul thy goodness sce, The weight of itve immortal shield;

And with strong confidence, lay hold on thee; Pilt on the armur front above Of heav'ni; truth and !icar'nly love.

With equal eye ny various lot receive,

Resign'd to die, or resolute to live; The terror and the charın repel,

Prepar'd to kiss the sceptre.or die rod, And pow'rs of earth, and pow'rs of hell While God is seen in all, and all in God. The man of Calvary triumph'd here ;

I read his awful name emblazon'd high Why should his faithful followers fuar? With golden letters on th' illuanin'd sky.



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