And in his great afcent the proof fupreme Of Immortality. O YOUNG. ON REDEMPTION. WHAT a fcale of miracles is here! Its lowest round high planted on the skies; Its tow'ring fummit loft beyond the thought Of man or angel! O that I could climb. The wonderful afcent with equal praise ! Praise flow for ever (if aftonishment Will give thee leave;) my Praife, for ever flow! Praife, ardent, cordial, conftant; to high Heav'n More fragrant than Arabia facrific'd, And all her spicy mountains in a flame. IN REMARKS YOUNG. ON THE NIGHT THOUGHTS. N his Night Thoughts, Dr. YoUNG has exhibited a very wide difplay of original Poetry, variegated with deep reflections and ftriking allufions. A wilderness of thought, in which the fertility of fancy fcatters flowers of every hue and of every odor. This is one of the very few Poems in which blank verfe could not be changed for rhyme but with disadvantage. Particular lines are not to be regarded-the power is in the whole. There is a magnificence, like that afcribed to Chinese plantations; the mag nificence of vaft extent and endless variety. There is a power of the pathetic beyond almoft any example that I have ever feen. To all the other excellencies, let me add the great and peculiar one; they contain not only the nobleft fentiments of virtue, and the immortality of the foul, but the Divine Propitiation. No book whatever, can be recommended to young perfons with better hopes of feasoning their minds with vital religion, than YOUNG'S Night Thoughts. BOSWELL. PART OF AN ODE TO THE LILY. IFT up thy head, pure Lily, bare thy blamelefs breaft, Abafh'd ye Rofes, bow, and lower your lofty crest! He who adorn'd the earth, with all its grand attirė. Since man, rafh man, dar'd disobedient prove, To pledge his pardon and allure his love, Came down a perfect pattern to supply, For thoughtless, thankless man to live and die; To fill his heart with grace divine, To make his fpirit fpotlefs fhine In perfect purity, like thine! He chofe thee out from all the gifted train, With which he paints the flow'r-embroider'd plain, To prove that e'en an Eastern king, Still more, to make thy beauties bright, To banish fear and doubt unjuft, And raise our hopes above the duft, And point ambition to its proper fphere; blow, Enrobing raptur'd Saints in liveries of fnow! WOODHOUSE. LET night, let morn, let clouds, let fun, let flow'rs To giddy mortals fome great truth convey; Behold man's little life, his morn, his hours, Scarce reaching up to noon, he fades away! May I rife with a Bethle'em ftar on my head, And a paffion-flow'r mantle around me befpread! Dr. S. HoDSON'S* * From MORNING, a Nofegay. O FAITH. MATCHLESS Faith! What mighty pow'r is thine! Thou grace omnipotent! thou fource divine! Thy facred impulfe made a Peter brave The rufhing vengeance of the fwelling waveAt once could draw his doubting heart to thee, And straight confolidate the liquid fea! Will the great God, Who thus by annual miracle, reftores GILES. The perifh'd year, and youth and beauty gives, Be doom'd? Caft out, rejected, and defpis'd? The melancholy thought. If I err, It is an error fweet and lucrative! But I fhall live again And ftill on that fweet hope my foul fhall feed; A medicine it is which with a touch Heals all the pains of life. HURDIS. But, at the fignal giv'n, this earth and fea And the belov'd of God, The faithful and the juft, Like Aaron's chofen rod, Though dry, fhall bloffom in the duft. Then gladly bounding from their dark restraints, Though moulder'd, brighten into faints, And from mortality refin'd, shall rise To meet their Saviour in the skies. Hence ye that doubt FENTON. Each foul fhall have a body ready furnish'd, Afk not-how this can be? Sure the fame Pow'r His faithfulness ftands bound to fee it done. duft, Not inattentive to the call, fhall wake, BLAIR. THE RESURRECTION. IKE the Seed to earth confign'd, * To every Seed his own body, I Corinthians XV. 38, |