I hate the dust that fierce difputers raife, And lofe the mind in a wild maze of thought: To fence and guard by rule and rote ! Our God will never charge us, That we knew them Not. (That pageantry of knowing fools) I feel my powers releas'd, and ftand divinely free. The ground of all things, and their head, The circle where they move, and centre where they stand. Without his aid I have no fure defence, From troops of errors that befiege me round; But he that refts his reafon and his fenfe Faft here, and never wanders hence, Unmoveable he dwells upon unfhaken ground. Infinite Truth, the life of my defires, Come from the iky, and join thyself to me; 'Tis thy fair face alone my spirit burns to fee. Speak to my foul, alone, no other hand And leave his fingle voice to whisper to my heart. Retire, Retire, my foul, within thy felf retire, May mount and spread above, furveying all below. She dives into the infinite, : And fees unutterable things in that unknown abyfs. TRUE WISDOM. Pronounce him bleft, my Mufe, whom Wisdom guides own path to her own heavenly feat; Through all the ftorms his foul fecurely glides, Nor can the tempefts, nor the tides, That rife and roar around, fupplant his steady feet. Our head-strong lufts, like a young fiery horse, He tames and breaks them, manages and rides them, And bids his reafon bridle their licentious force. Lord Lord of himself, he rules his wildest thoughts, A plague like reigning paffions, and a fubject mind. But oh! 'tis mighty toil to reach this height, To bear the noble pain, and part With those dear charming tempters rooted in the heart! 'Tis hard to ftand when all the paffions move, That clings fo close about our minds, And where th' inchanted foul fo fweet a poifon finds. Hard; but it may be done. Come, heavenly fire, But not be chain'd and prifon'd in a cage of clay. Heaven is my home, and I must use my wings; And all their little glittering things; I have a foul was made for infinite defires. 1 Loos'd from the earth, my heart is upward flown; Farewell, my friends, and all that once was mine; Now, fhould you fix my feet on Cæfar's throne, Crown me, and call the world my own, The gold that binds my brows could ne'er my soul confine. I am the Lord's, and Jefus is my love; And nearer to my Saviour move; There all my foul fhall center, all my powers confpire. Thus I with angels live; thus half-divine I fit on high, nor mind inferior joys: Fill'd with his love, I feel that God is mine, His glory is my great defign, That everlasting project all my thoughts employs. A SONG to Creating WISDOM. ET PART I. TERNAL Wisdom, thee we praise, With thy loud name, rocks, hills, and feas, Place me on the bright wings of day To travel with the fun; With what amaze fhall I survey The wonders thou haft done! Thy hand how wide it spread the fky! Ting'd with a blue of heavenly dye, 4 There There thou hast bid the globes of light Their endless circles run; There the pale planet rules the night, And day obeys the fun. Downward I turn my wondering eyes The noisy winds ftand ready there With founding wings they fweep the air, To make thy chariot way. There, like a trumpet, loud and strong, On the thin air, without a prop, PART III. Now to the earth I bend my fong, And caft my eyes abroad, Glancing the British isles along; Bleft ifles, confefs your God. How |