Thus then, with fervency till now unknown,
I caft my heart before th' eternal throne,
In this great temple, which the fkies furround,
For homage to its Lord, a narrow bound.

"O Thou! whofe balance does the mountains weigh, "Whofe will the wild tumultuous feas obey, "Whose breath can turn thofe watery worlds to flame, "That flame to tempeft, and that tempeft tame; "Earth's meaneft fon, all trembling, proftrate falls, "And on the boundless of thy goodness calls.

"Oh! give the winds all paft offence to fweep, "To fcatter wide, or bury in the deep:

Thy power, my weaknefs, may I ever fee,

"And wholly dedicate my foul to Thee:

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"Reign o'er my will; my passions ebb and flow 325 "At thy command, nor human motive know! "If anger boil, let anger be my praife,

"And fin the graceful indignation raise.

My love be warm to fuccour the diftrefs'd, "And lift the burden from the foul opprefs'd. "Oh may my understanding ever read

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"This glorious volume, which Thy wifdom made! "Who decks the maiden Spring with flowery pride? "Who calls forth Summer, like a fparkling bride? "Who joys the mother Autumn's bed to crown? 335 "And bids old Winter lay her honours down? "Not the Great Ottoman, or Greater Czar, "Not Europe's arbitrefs of peace and war. "May fea and land, and earth and heaven be join'd, To bring th' eternal Author to my mind!

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"When oceans roar, or awful thunders roll,

"May thoughts of Thy dread vengeance shake my foul! "When earth's in bloom, or planets proudly shine, "Adore, my heart, the MAJESTY Divine!

Through every fcene of life, or peace, or war, 345 "Plenty, or want, Thy glory be my care! "Shine we in arms? or fing beneath our vine? "Thine is the vintage, and the conquest Thine: "Thy pleasure points the shaft, and bends the bow; The cluster blafts, or bids it brightly glow: ""Tis thou that lead'ft our powerful armies forth, "And giv'ft Great Anne Thy fceptre o'er the north. "Grant I may ever, at the morning-ray,

"Open with Prayer the confecrated day;

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"Tune Thy great praise, and bid my foul arife, 355 "And with the mounting fun afcend the skies: "As that advances, let my zeal improve, "And glow with ardour of confummate love; "Nor ceafe at eve, but with the fetting fun "My endless worship fhall be still begun.

"And, oh! permit the gloom of folemn night "To facred thought may forcibly invite. "When this world 's fhut, and awful planets rife, "Call on our minds, and raise them to the skies; "Compofe our fouls with a lefs dazzling fight, "And fhew all nature in a milder light; "How every boisterous thought in calms fubfides! "How the smooth'd spirit into goodness glides! "O how divine! to tread the milky way,

To the bright palace of the Lord of day;

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"His court admire, or for his favour fue,

"Or leagues of friendship with His faints renew; "Pleas'd to look down, and fee the world asleep, "While I long vigils to its Founder keep!

"Canft Thou not thake the centre? Oh controul, 375 "Subdue by force, the rebel in my foul:

"Thou, who canft still the raging of the flood,
"Restrain the various tumults of my blood;
"Teach me, with equal firmness, to fuftain
"Alluring pleafure, and affaulting pain.
"O may I pant for Thee in in each defire!
"And with ftrong faith foment the holy fire!
"Stretch out my foul in hope, and grafp the prize,

"Which in Eternity's deep bofom lies!

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"At the Great Day of recompence behold, "Devoid of fear, the fatal Book unfold!

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Then wafted upward to the blissful-feat, "From age to age, my grateful fong repeat; "My Light, my Life, my GOD, my Saviour fee, "And rival angels in the praife of THEE."

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THE LAST DAY.

BOOK III.

e Effe quoque in fatis reminifcitur, affore tempus,
" Quo mare, quo tellus, correptaque regia cœl
"Ardeat; & mundi moles operofa laboret."

OVID. MET.

HE book unfolding; the refplendent seat

Tof faints and angels; the tremendous fate

Of

'Of guilty fouls; the gloomy realms of woe;
And all the horrors of the world below;
I next prefume to fing: What yet remains
Demands my laft, but moft exalted ftrains.
And let the Mufe or now affect the sky,
Or in inglorious fhades for ever lie.
She kindles, fhe's inflam'd fo near the goal;
She mounts, fhe gains upon the starry pole;
The world grows lefs as she pursues her flight,
And the fun darkens to her diftant fight.
Heaven opening, all its facred pomp displays,
And overwhelms her with the rushing blaze!
The triumph rings! archangels fhout around!
And echoing nature lengthens out the found!

Ten thousand trumpets now at once advance;
Now deepeft filence lulls the vast expanse:

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So deep the filence, and fo ftrong the blaft,
As nature dy'd, when she had groan'd her last.
Nor man, nor angel, moves; the Judge on high
Looks round, and with his glory fills the sky:
Then on the fatal book his hand he lays,
Which high to view fupporting feraphs raise;
In folemn form the rituals are prepar'd,
The feal is broken, and a groan is heard.
And thou, my foul, (oh fall to fudden prayer,

And let the thought fink deep!) fhalt thou be there?
See on the left (for by the great command

The throng divided falls on either hand;)

How weak, how pale, how haggard, how obfcene,
What more than death in every face and mien ?
With what diftrefs, and glarings of affright,
They fhock the heart, and turn away the fight?
In gloomy orbs their trembling eye-balls roll,
And tell the horrid fecrets of the foul.

Each gefture mourns, each look is black with care,
And every groan is loaden with defpair.

Reader, if guilty, fpare the Mufe, and find

A truer image pictur'd in thy mind.

Shouldft thou behold thy brother, father, wife,

And all the foft companions of thy life,
Whofe blended interefts level'd at one aim,

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Divided far; thy wretched Self alone

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Caft on the left, of all whom thou haft known;
How would it wound? What millions wouldft thou give

For One more trial, One more day to live?
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