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Nor think we such a charge as this disdain,
And undergo the humble talk with pain.
For ev'ry part of the Almighty's will,
With eager joy, with raptures we fulfill;
But love itself's a pow'rful motive here,
Love makes thee to these eyes, these arms most dear.
Let's then ascend and thus we spread our wings,
And thus we foar adieu to earthly things.
Adieu, adieu, with joy, dear guides I go :
Adieu the nauseous sink of sin and woe.
No more shall I those dismal prospects view,
Which did each day my bitter griefs renew.
No more behold the persecutors rage,
Nor all the monstrous vices of the age.
In Mlesech's cursed tents no more shall dwell,
No more be tortur'd with the fons of hell.
No more shall sin's soul stain pollute my soul,
Nor earthly cares my better part controul;
No more shall bear diseases cruel smart,
Nor feel death's fatal arrows wound
Angels. No, happy soul, thy tragic part is o’er, Thy forrows all are fled, thy dangers are no more. Pure love, triumphant peace, and high renown Shall float around thee now, and all thy labours crown. Happy the day that saw thee leave thy sin, And bravely vertue's shining race begin. That saw thee hearken to the voice of God, His laws obey, and tremble at his rod. Saw thee dissolve before his flaming love, And towards his awful throne in holy breathings move. O had'it thou still thy darling vice pursued, And still been like thy tempters, vain and lewd, How wretched now had been thy certain fate ! And in what floods of tears wou'dlt thou repent too late ! Thou must, for these kind looks and arms of ours, Have felt the fury of infernal pow'rs, To hell's dark prison in their paws been drawn, Where goblins (talk, snakes hils, and monsters yawn :
Where roaring flames, and shrieks of those in pains,
Mix with the yells of fiends, and clinks of chains ;
Where no bright morn displays a chearful face,
But crouding horrors fill the gloomy space,
And num'rous dreadful woes all joys for ever chace.
But now thou’rt safe---and now to heav'n we go,
To heav'n, where tides of endless glory flow,
And light's diffusive rays no limits know:
Where scenes of bliss, and charming wonders dwell,
Wonders too big for angels tongues to tell!
There fits th' Almighty thrond in awful state,
As kind as high, as good as he is great.
From thence his eyes remotest corners pierce,
Andrange thro' all the spacious universe ;
From thence he scatters blessings, and from thence
Does fov'reign rule to nuin'rous worlds dispense,
While meanest creatures feel his chearing influence.
Immortal beams his dazling throne surround,
And in his presence all delights abound.
Seraph, and cherub bow before his seat,
And everlasting songs of praise repeat:
Down prostrate at his feet themselves they lay,
His mighty name adore, and dread commands obey,
These, and the faints, shall thy companions be,
The faints, from all their imperfections free,
And grac'd with knowledge, love, and piety.
We all are there array'd in heav'nly light,
And all in strictest bonds of love unite :
And jointly all with rapt'rous ardour fing
Glad Hallelujahs to th' eternal King.
There too thou shalt thy kind Redeemer see,
Who fcorn'd his state, and left all heav'n for thee ;
Shalt feel the transports of his charming face,
And dwell for ever in his dear embrace.
Thy pious friends who fought with vice below,
And stood the torrent till death's fatal blow,
In these blest mansions thou again shalt find,
More pure, more wise, more generous and kind,
Thy dear Palemon, dearer than thy soul,
Whose mighty loss thou did'st so long condole,
Who with thee joy'd to run the glorious race,
With equal love, and with an equal pace,
Shall thee again with soft caresses meet,
And in loud welcomes thy arrival greet.
You both shall now your sacred flames improve,
Shall both dissolve in pure empyreal love;
For ever both in these bright realms remain,
In joys be delug'd, and in glory reign,
PSALM CXXXVII. paraphrased to the seventh Verse.
ENEATH a reverend gloomy fhade,
Where Tygris and Euphrates cut their way,
With folded arms and heads supinely laid,
We sat and wept out all the tedious day;
Within its banks grief could not be
Contain'd, when Sion we remember'd thee.
Our harps, with which we oft had sung
In folemn strains the great JEHOVAH's praise,
Our warbling harps, upon the trees we hung.
Too deep our grief to hear their pleasing lays,
Our harps were fad as well as we,
And tho' by angels touch'd would yield no harmony.
But they who forc'd us from our feat,
The happy land and sweet abode of rest,
Had one way
left to be more cruel yet,
And ask'd a song from hearts with grief opprest;
Let's hear, say they, upon the lyre,
One of the anthems of your Hebrew quire.
How can we frame our voice to sing
The hymns of joy, festivity and praile,
To those who're aliens to our heavenly king,
And want a taste for such exalted lays ?
Our harps will here refuse to found;
An holy song is due to holy ground.
No, dearest Sion, if we can
So far forget thy melancholy state,
As now thou mourn'st, to sing one chearful strain,
This ill be added to our ebb of fate,
Let neither harp nor voice e'er try
One hallelujah more, but ever silent lye.
7HAT a strange moment will it be,
My soul! how full of curiosity ?
When wing’d and ready for thy eternal flight,
To th’utmost edges of thy tottering clay,
Hovering, and wishing longer stay,
Thou shalt advance, and have eternity in sight,
When just about to try that unknown sea,
What a strange moment will it be!
But yet how much more strange that state !
When loosen'd from th' embrace of this close mate,
Thou shalt at once be plung’d in liberty,
And move as swift and active as a ray
Shot from the lucid spring of day.
Thou who just now wast clogg'd with dull mortality,
How wilt thou bear the mighty change! how know
Whether thou’rt then the same or no ?
Then to strange mansions of the air,
And stranger company, muft thou repair;
What a new scene of things will then appear;
This world thou by degrees was taught to know,
Which lessen'd thy surprize below:
But knowledge all at once will overflow thee there.
That world, as the first man did this, thou'lt see
Ripe grown in full maturity.
There, with bright splendors must thou dwell,
And be what only those pure forms can tell;
There must thou live a while, gaze and admire,
'Till the great angel’s truinp this fabric shake,
And all the slumbring dead awake ;
Then to thy old fogotten Rate must thou retire;
This union then will be as strange, or more
Than thy new liberty before.
Now for the greatest change prepare,
To see the only Great, the only Fair :
Veil now thy feeble eyes, gaze and be blest ;
Here all thy turns and revolutions ceale,
Here's all terenity and peace.
Thou’rt to the centre come, the native feat of rest;
There's now no further change, nor need there be
When One shall be variety.
A PINDARIC ES SAY. "By Mr. POMFRET.
VINCE we can die but once, and after death
Our state no alteration knows;
But, when we have resign'd our breath,
Th' immortal spirit goes
To endless joys, or everlasting woes :
Wise is that man who labours to secure
The mighty and important ftake ;
And, by all methods, strives to make His passage safe, and his reception sure. Merely to die no man of reason fears,
For certainly wo must,
As we are born, return to dust : 'Tis the last point of many lingering years.
But whither then we go,
Whither, we fain wou'd know; But human understanding cannot show.
This makes us tremble, and creates
Strange apprehenfions in the mind;
Fills it with restless doubts, and wild debates
Concerning what, we living, cannot find.
None know what death is, but the dead
Therefore we all by nature dying dread,
As a strange, doubtful way, we know not how to tread.