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Let the wide world his praises fing,
Where Tagus and Euphrates fpring,
And from the Danube's frosty banks to thofe
Where from an unknown head great Nilus flows.
You that difpofe of all our lives,

Praise him from whom your pow'r derives ;
Be true and just like him, and fear his word,
As much as malefactors do your fword.
Praife him old monuments of time;
O praise him in your youthful prime.
Praife him fair idols of our greedy sense,
Exalt his name fweet age of innocence.
Jehovah's name shall only last,

When heaven and earth, and all is past;
Nothing, great God, is to be found in thee
But inconceivable eternity.

Exalt, O Jacob's facred race,

The God of gods, the God of grace, Who will above the stars your empire raise, And with his glory recompenfe your praise.

APARAPHRASE on John xxi. 17.

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By a young Lady.

ES, thou that knoweft all, doft know I love thee,
And that I fet no ido! up above thee;

To thy unerring cenfure I appeal,

And thou that knoweft all things fure can't tell,
I love thee more than life or interest,

Nor haft thou any rival in my breast :

I love thee fo, that I could calmly bear
The mocks of fools, and blifs my happy ear,
Might I from thee but one kind whisper hear;
I love thee fo, that for a fimile of thine,
Might this and all the brighter worlds be mine,
I wou'd not pause, but with a noble scorn,
At the unequal, flighted offer, spurn.
Yes, I to fools thefe trifles can refign,

Nor envy them the world, whilft thou art mine.

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I love thee as my centre, and can find
No point befides to stay my doubtful mind;
Potent and uncontroul'd its motions were,
Till fix'd in thee its only congruous sphere;
Urg'd with a thousand fpecious baits I stood,
Difpleas'd and fighing for fome diftant good
To calm its genuine dictates -but betwixt
Them all, remain'd fufpended and unfixt.
I love thee fo 'tis more than death to be,
My life, my love, my all, depriv'd of thee;
'Tis hell, 'tis horror, fhades and darkness then,
"Till thou unveil'ft thy lovely face again :
I love thee fo I'd kits the dart fhou'd free
My flutt'ring foul, and fend her up to thee.

O wou'dft thou break her chain, with what delight
She'd fpread her wings, and bid the world good night!
Scarce for my bright conductors would I stay,
But lead thy flaming minifters the way,

In their known paffage to eternal day.

And yet the climes of light wou'd fcarce feem fair,
Unless I meet my bright Redeemer there,
Unless I there could view his charming face,
And cope all heaven in his dear embrace.

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The WISH. By a young Lady.

'OU'D fome kind vifion represent to me
How bright thy ftreets, celeftial Salem, be,
I'd trace thy fhining pearly paths, and tell
How bleft are thofe that in thy temple dwell.
How much more bright than e'er proud Phabus shed,
Are those vaft rays th' eternal Son does spread!
Cou'd I the fairest of ten thousand view,
Wou'd angels me their admiration fhew,
I'd tell the virgins, tell 'em o'er again,
How fair he look'd to the black fons of men:
Might I (but ah! while clogg'd with finful flesh,
In vain I breathe out the impatient wish)
Bút have a glimpse of those fair fields above,
Where drest in beams the fhining faints do move,
More gay than all the fancy'd fhades of love;

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Where the true fon of glory ne'er declines,
But with unclouded vigour always shines :
Where endless fmiles celeftial faces wear,
No eye eclips'd with a rebellious tear,
For grief is an unheard of stranger there.

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ADIALOGUE between the Soul, Riches, Fame and Pleasure. By Mrs. Rowe.

Riches.

Eluded mortal, turn and view my store,

The gold of both the Indian worlds is mine,
And gems that in the eastern quarries shine.
For me advent'rous men attempt the main,
And all the fury of its waves sustain !

For me all toils and hazards they disdain.
For me their country's fold, their faith betray'd;
The voice of interest ne'er was disobey'd.
Soul

Yet I thy tempting offers can defpife,
Nor lofe a wifh on such a worthless prize.
When yonder (parkling ftars attract my fight,
Thy gold, thy boasted gems lofe all their light.
My daring thoughts above thefe trifles rife,
And aim at glorious kingdoms in the skies;
I there expect celestal diadems,
Out-fhining all thy counterfeited gems.

Fame.

'Tis nothing strange that thy ambitious mind.
In fordid wealth fhould no temptation find:
But I have terms which thy acceptance claim,
Heroic glory, and a mighty name!

To thefe the greateft fouls on earth afpire,
Souls most endow d with the celestial fire;
Whom neither wealth nor beauty can inflame;
These hazard all for an illuftrious name.

Soul.

And yet thou art a meer fantastic thing,
Which can no folid fatisfaction bring.
Should I in coftly monuments furvive,
And after death in men's applauses live,

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What profit were their vain applaufe to me,
If doom❜d below to endlefs infamy?
Sunk in reproach, and everlasting shame,

With God and angels, where's my promis'd fame?
But if their approbation I obtain,

And deathlefs wreaths, and heavenly glories gain,
I may the world's falfe pageantry difdain.
Pleafure

But where the baits of wealth and honour fail,
Th' inchanting voice of pleasure may prevail.
The lewd and virtuous both my vaffals prove,
No breaft fo guarded but my charms can move.
All that delights mankind attends on me,
Beauty and youth, and love, and harmony.
I wing the fmiling hours, and gild the day,
My paths are smooth, and flow'ry all my way.
Soul.

But ah! thefe paths to black perdition tend,
There foon thy foft deluding vifions end.
Those smooth, those flow'ry ways lead down to hell,
Where all thy flaves in endless night must dwell.
The road of virtue far more rugged is,

But O! it leads to everlasting blifs;

And all beyond the thorny paffage lyes

The realm of light difcover'd to mine eyes.

Gay bowers, and streams of joy, and lightsome fields,
With happy fhades, the beauteous profpect yields.
Thofe blifsful regions I fhall fhortly gain,
Where peace and love, and endlefs pleasures reign.

By the fame.

COME, I come, and joyfully obey

The fatal voice that fummons me away:
With pleafure I refign this mortal breath,
And fall a willing facrifice to death.
O welcome stroke that gives me liberty;
Welcome, as to the flave a jubilee.
Of the vain world I take my last adieu,
The promis'd land is now within my view;

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The clouds difpel, the ftormy danger's paft,
And I attain the peaceful fhores at last.
My hope's dear objects now are all in fight,
The land of love, and unexhaufted light,
The flowing streams of joy and endless blifs,
The fhining plains, and walks of paradife,
The trees of life, immortal fruits and flowers,
The tall celeftial groves, and charming bowers.
I breath the balmy empyrean air,

The fongs of angels and their harps I hear,
And scarce the fierce tyrannic joy can bear.

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AKE wing, my foul, and upwards bend thy flight
To thy originary fields of light.

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Here's nothing, nothing here below
That can deserve thy longer stay ;
A fecret whisper bids thee go

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purer air and beams of native day. Th' ambition of the tow'ring lark outvye, And like him fing as thou dost upward fly.

II.

How all things leffen which my foul before
Did with the grov'ling multitude adore !
Those pageant glories difappear,

Which charm and dazle mortals eyes;
How do I in this higher fphere,
How do I mortals with their joys defpife?
Pure uncorrupted elements 1 breathe,
And pity their grofs atmosphere beneath.

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How vile, how fordid here those trifles fhew,
That please the tenants of that ball below?
But ha! I've loft the little fight,

The scene's remov'd, and all I fee
Is one confus'd dark mass of night;
What nothing was, now nothing feems to be,
How calm this region, how ferene, how clear !
Sure I fome strains of heavenly music hear.

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