Truth fhe relates, in a fublimer ftrain,

Than all the tales the boldest GREEKS could feign:
For, what she fung, that SPIRIT did indite,
Which gave her courage, and fuccefs, in fight.
A double garland crowns the matchless dame;
From heav'n her Poem, and her conqueft came.

Tho' of the Jews fhe merit most esteem ;
Yet here the chriftian has the greater theme:
Her martial fong describes how SISERA fell;
This fings our triumph over death, and hell.
The rifing light employ'd the facred breath
Of the bleft VIRGIN, and ELIZABETH.
In fongs of joy the Angels fung his birth:
Here, how he treated was upon the earth,
Trembling we read! th' affliction and the fcorn,"
Which, for our guilt, fo patiently was born!
Conception, birth, and fuff'ring, all belong,
(Tho' various parts) to one cœleftial fong:
And the, well ufing fo divine an art,
Has, in this confort, fung the tragic part.

As HANNAH'S feed was vow'd to facred ufe';
So, here this Lady confecrates her Muse.
With like reward may heav'n her bed adorn,
With fruit as fair, as by her Muse is born!

On the Paraphrafe on the LORD's Prayer, written by Mrs. WHARTON.

SILE

ILENCE, you winds! liften etherial lights!
While our URANIA fings what heav'n indites:

The

The Numbers are the Nymph's; but from above
Defcends the pledge of that eternal love.
Here wretched mortals have not leave alone,
But are inftructed, to approach his throne:
And how can he to miferable men
Deny requests, which his own hand did pen?
In the Evangelifts we find the prose;
Which, paraphras'd by her, a Poem grows ;
A devout rapture! fo divine a hymn,
It may become the highest Seraphim!
For they, like her, in that cœleftial choire,
Sing only what the SPIRIT does infpire.
Taught by our LORD, and theirs, with us they may
For all, but pardon for offenfes, pray.

Some Reflections of His upon the feveral Petitions in the fame Prayer.

IS facred name, with reverence profound,

"Hshould mention'd be, and trembling at the found!

It was JEHOVAH; 'tis OUR FATHER NOW;
So low to us does heav'n vouchfafe to bow! *
He brought it down, that taught us how to pray;
And did fo dearly for our ranfom pay.

II. His kingdom come. For this we pray in vain,
Unless he does in our affections reign:

Abfurd it were to wish for fuch a King,
And not obedience to his fceptre bring:

Whose yoke is easy, and his burthen light;
His fervice freedom, and his judgments right.

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* Psalm xviii. v. J.

III. His

III. His will be done. In fact 'tis always done;
But, as in heav'n, it must be made our own:
His will should all our inclinations sway,
Whom nature, and the universe, obey.
Happy the man! whose wishes are confin'd
To what has been eternally defign'd:

Referring all to his paternal care,

To whom more dear, than to ourselves, we are.
IV. It is not what our avarice hoards up;
'Tis he that feeds us, and that fills our cup:
Like new-born babes, depending on the breaft,
From day to day, we on his bounty feast.
Nor fhould the foul expect above a day,
To dwell in her frail tenement of clay:
The fetting fun should feem to bound our race,
And the new day a gift of special grace.

V. That he bould all our trefpaffes forgive,
While we in hatred with our neighbours live;
Tho' fo to pray may seem an easy task,

We curse ourselves when thus inclin'd we ask.
This pray'r to use, we ought with equal care
Our fouls, as to the Sacrament, prepare.
The nobleft worship of the Pow'r above,
Is to extol, and imitate, his love:
Not to forgive our enemies alone;
But, use our bounty that they may be won.
VI. Guard us from all temptations of the foe:
And those we may in feveral stations know:
The rich, and poor, in flipp'ry places ftand:
Give us enough! but, with a sparing hand!
Not ill-perfuading want; nor wanton wealth;
But, what proportion'd is to life, and health.

For

For, not the dead, but living, fing thy praise;
Exalt thy kingdom, and thy glory raise. ̧
Favete linguis!****
Virginibus puerifque canto.

HORAT.

On the foregoing DIVINE POEMS.

W

HEN we for age could neither read, nor write,
The subject made us able to indite:

The foul, with nobler refolutions deckt,
The body stooping, does herself erect:
No mortal parts are requifite to raise
Her, that unbody'd can her MAKE R praise.
The feas are quiet, when the winds give-o'er:
So, calm are we, when paffions are no more!
For, then we know how vain it was to boast
Of fleeting things, fo certain to be loft.
Clouds of affection from our younger eyes
Conceal that emptiness, which age defcries.

The foul's dark cottage, batter'd, and decay'd, Lets-in new light, thro' chinks that time has made : Stronger by weakness, wiser, men become,

As they draw near to their eternal home.

Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view,
That ftand upon the threshold of the new.

* Miratur limen olympi.

VIRGIL..

EPI

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EPIGRAMS, EPITAPHS,

AND

FRAGMENT S.

Under a LADY'S PICTURE.

UCH HELEN was! and who can blame * the boy

SUCHE

That in fo bright a flame confum'd his TROY?
But, had like virtue shin'd in that fair GRE E K,
The amorous fhepherd had not dar'd to feek,
Or hope for pity; but with filent moan,
And better fate, had perifhed alone.

Of a Lady who writ in Praise of MIRA. WHILE the pretends to make the graces known

Of matchless MIRA, fhe reveals her own:

And, when she would another's praise indite,
Is by her glass inftructed how to write.

SIN

To one married to an Old Man.

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INCE thou would'ft needs (bewitch'd with fome ill Be bury'd in those monumental arms : All we can wish, is, May that earth lie light Upon thy tender limbs! and fo, good night!

*Paris.

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