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Then cease, fair mourner, to complain,
Nor lavish such bright streams in vain :
But still with chearful thoughts thy cares beguile,
And tempt thy better fortunes with a smile.

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The generous mind is by its sufferings known,
Which no affliction tramples down;
But when oppress'd will upward move,
Spurn down its clog of cares, and foar above.
Thus the young royal eagle tries
On the fun-beams his tender eyes,

And, if he shrinks not at th' offenfive light,
He's then for empire fit, and takes his foaring flight.

IV.

Though cares afsault thy breast on every fide,
Yet bravely stem th' impetuous tide :
No tributary tears to fortune pay,

Nor add to any lofs a nobler day;

But with kind hopes fupport thy mind,
And think thy better lot behind :
Amidst afflictions let thy foul be great,
And shew thou dar'st deferve a better ftate.
V.

Then, lovely mourner, wipe those tears away,
And cares that urge thee to decay;
Like ravenous age thy charms they waste,
Wrinkle thy youthful brow, and blooming beauties blast..
But keep thy looks and mind serenc,
All gay without, all calm within;

For Fate is aw'd, and adverse fortunes fly
A chearful look, and an unconquer'd eye.

HYMN

HYMN TO THE MORNING,

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IN PRAISE OF LIGHT.

I.

ARENT of Day! whose beauteous beams of light
Spring from the darksome womb of night,
And midst their native horrors show,

Like gems adorning of the Negro's brow :
Not heaven's fair bow can equal thee,
In all its gaudy drapery;

Thou first essay of light, and pledge of day !
That usher'st in the fun, and still prepar'st its way.

II.

Rival of shade, eternal spring of light!

Thou art the genuine source of it:
From thy bright unexhausted womb,

The beauteous race of days and seasons come.
Thy beauty ages cannot wrong,

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But, fpight of time, thou 'rt ever young :

Thou art alone heaven's modest virgin light, Whose face a veil of blushes hides from human sight.

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Like fome fair bride thou risest from thy bed,
And dost around thy lustre spread;
Around the universe dispense

New life to all, and quickening influence.

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With gloomy fmiles thy rival Night
Beholds thy glorious dawn of light :

Not all the wealth she views in mines below

Can match thy brighter beams, or equal lustre show.

IV.

At thy approach, Nature erects her head,

The smiling universe is glad;
The drowsy earth and seas awake,

And, from thy beams, new life and vigour take :
When thy more chearful rays appear,

Ev'n guilt and women cease to fear:
Horror, Despair, and all the fons of Night
Retire before thy beams, and take their hasty flight.

V.

To thee, the grateful East their altars raise,
And fing with early hymns thy praise;
Thou dost their happy foil bestow,
Enrich the heavens above, and earth below:
Thou risest in the fragrant East,

Like the fair Phoenix from her balmy neft:

No altar of the gods can equal thine,

The air 's thy richest incenfe, the whole land thy shrine!

VI.

But yet thy fading glories foon decay.

Thine 's but a momentary stay;

Too foon thou 'rt ravish'd from our fight,

Borne down the stream of day, and overwhelm'd with

light.

Thy beams to their own ruin haste,
They 're fram'd too exquifite to last:

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Thine

Thine is a glorious, but a short-liv'd state.
Pity fo fair a birth should yield fo foon to Fate!

VII.

Before th' Almighty Artist fram'd the sky,
Or gave the earth its harmony,

His first command was for thy light;

He view'd the lovely birth, and blessed it :

In purple swaddling-bands it struggling lay, Not yet maturely bright for day: Old Chaos then a chearful fmile put on, And, from thy beauteous form, did first presage its own,

VIII.

"Let there be Light!" the great Creator faid,
His word the active child obey'd :
Night did her teeming womb difclose;

And then the blushing Morn, its brightest offspring, rofe...
A while th' Almighty wondering view'd,
And then himself pronounc'd it good :
"With Night," said he, "divide th' imperial fway;
"Thou my first labour art, and thou shalt blefs the Day."

HYMN TO DARKNESS..

I.

DARKNESS, thou first great parent of us all,

Thou art our great original:
Since from thy universal womb

Does all thou shad'st below, thy numerous offspring,

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Thy wondrous birth is ev'n to Time unknown,
Or, like Eternity, thou'dst none;

Whilft Light did its first being owe

Unto that awful shade it dares to rival now.

III.

Say, in what distant region dost thou dwell,
To Reason inaccessible ?

From form and duller matter free,

Thou foar'st above the reach of man's philosophy.

IV.

Involv'd in thee, we first receive our breath,

Thou art our refuge too in death :

Great Monarch of the Grave and Womb,

Where-e'er our fouls shall go, to thee our bodies come.

V.

The filent globe is struck with awful fear,

When thy majestic shades appear :

Thou doft compose the air and fea,

And Earth a fabbath keeps, sacred to Rest and Thee.

VI.

In thy ferener shades our ghosts delight,

And court the umbrage of the Night;

In vaults and gloomy caves they stray,

But fly the Morning's beams, and ficken at the Day.

VII.

Though folid bodies dare exclude the light,

Nor will the brightest ray admit;

No fubstance can thy force repel,

Thou reign'a in depths below, dost in the centre dwell.

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