No more shall peevish passion rise,

The tongue no more complain;

'Tis fovereign love that lends our joys, And love resumes again.

'

The LAW and GOSPEL.

CURST

URST be the man, for ever curt, "That doth one wilful fin commit;

"Death and damnation for the first,
"Without relief and infinite."

Thus Sinai roars; and round the earth
Thunder, and fire, and vengeance flings;
But, Jefus, thy dear gasping breath,
And Calvary, fay gentler things.

"Pardon, and grace, and boundless love,
Streaming along a Saviour's blood,
"And life, and joys, and crowns above,
"Dear-purchas'd by a bleeding God."

Hark, how he prays, (the charming found
Dwells on his dying lips) "Forgive!"
And every groan, and gaping wound,
Cries, "Father, let the rebels live."

Go, you that rest

upon the law,

And toil, and feek falvation there,
Look to the flames that Mofes faw,

And fhrink, and tremble, and despair.

But I'll retire beneath the cross:

Saviour, at thy dear feet I lie;

And the keen fword that justice draws,
Flaming and red, fhall pass me by.

Seeking a divine Calm in a reftlefs World.

"O Mens, quæ ftabili fata Regis vice, &c." Cafimire, Book III. Od. 28.

ETERNAL mind, who rul'ft the fates

Of dying realms, and rising states,
With one unchang'd decree;
While we admire thy vaft affairs,

Say, can our little trifling cares

Afford a fmile to thee?

Thou fcattereft honours, crowns, and gold:
We fly to seize, and fight to hold
The bubbles and the oar:
So emmets ftruggle for a grain;
So boys their petty wars maintain
For fhells upon the fhore.

Here a vain man his fceptre breaks,
The next a broken fceptre takes,
And warriors win and lofe;
This rolling world will never stand,

Plunder'd and fnatch'd from hand to hand,

As power decays or grows.

Earth's but an atom: Greedy fwords
Carve it amongst a thousand lords,
And yet they can't agree :

Let greedy swords still fight and flay,
I can be poor; but, Lord, I pray

To fit and finile with thee.

HAPPY FRAILT Y.

How

OW meanly dwells th' immortal mind!
"How vile these bodies are!

“Why was a clod of earth design'd
"T'enclose a heavenly star?

"Weak cottage where our fouls refide!

"This flesh a tottering wall;

"With frightful breaches gaping wide "The building bends to fall.

"All round it ftorms of trouble blow,

"And waves of forrow roll;

"Cold waves and winter storms beat through,

"And pain the tenant-foul.

"Alas! how frail our state!" faid I:

And thus went mourning on,

Till fudden from the cleaving sky
A gleam of glory shone.

My foul all felt the glory come,

And breath'd her native air;

Then the remember'd heaven her home,

And she a prisoner here,

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Straight

Straight she began to change her key,

And joyful in her pains,

She fung the frailty of her clay

In pleasurable ftrains.

"How weak the prison is where I dwell !

"Flesh but a tottering wall,
"The breaches chearfully foretel,
"The house must shortly fall.

"No more, my friends, shall I complain,
"Though all my heart-ftrings ake;
« Welcome disease, and every pain,
"That makes the cottage shake.

"Now let the tempeft blow all round,
"Now fwell the furges high,

"And beat this houfe of bondage down, "To let the ftranger fly.

"I have a manfion built above

"By the Eternal Hand;

"And fhould the earth's old bafis move, "My heavenly houfe muft ftand.

"Yes, for 'tis there my Saviour reigns, (I long to fee the God)

"And his immortal ftrength fuftains
"The courts that coft him blood."

Hark, from on high my Saviour calls:
"I come, my Lord, my Love :"
Devotion breaks the prifon-walls,
And speeds my last remove.

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LAUN

IT

LAUNCHING into ETERNITY.

was a brave attempt! adventurous He,
Who in the first ship broke the unknown iea:
And, leaving his dear native shores behind,
Trufted his life to the licentious wind.
I fee the furging brine: the tempeft raves :
He on a pine-plank rides across the waves,
Exulting on the edge of thousand gaping graves :
He fteers the winged boat, and shifts the fails,
Conquers the flood, and manages the gales.

Such is the foul that leaves this mortal land
Fearless when the great mafter gives command.
Death is the ftorm: She fmiles to hear it roar,
And bids the tempest waft her from the shore :
Then with a skilful helm the fweeps the feas,

And

manages the raging ftorm with ease;

(Her faith can govern death) she spreads her wings
Wide to the wind, and as fhe fails the fings,
And lofes by degrees the fight of mortal things.
As the fhores leffen, fo her joys arise,
The waves roll gentler, and the tempest dies,
Now vaft eternity fills all her fight,

She floats on the broad deep with infinite delight,
The feas for ever calm, the fkies for ever bright.

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