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Ye thunders, earthquakes, and ye fire-fraught
Oftell volcanos, whirlwinds,hurricanes, [wombs
And boiling billows, hail! in chorus join
To celebrate and magnify your Maker,
Who yet in works of a minuter mould
Is not lefs manifeft, is not lefs mighty.
With thofe that love him-for fweet is their fa
And all Eternity fhall be their fpring. [vɔur,
Then fhall the gates and everlasting doors,
At which the King of Glory enters in, [fure
Be to the faints unbarr'd: and there, where plea-
Boafts an undying bloom, where dubious hope
Is certainty, and grief-attended love
Is freed from paffion-there we 'll celebrate,
With worthier numbers, Him who is, and was,
And, in immortal prowefs King of kings,
Shall be the monarch of all worlds for ever.
Survey the magnet's fympathetic love That woos the yielding needle, contemplate Th' attractive amber's power, invifible Ev'n to the mental eye; or when the blow Sent from th' electric sphere aflaults thy frame, Show me the hand that dealt it!-Baffled here By his Omnipotence, Philofophy Stay her thoughts inadequate revolves, A.... kinds, with all his circling wonders round Like he vy Saturn in th` ethereal (pace [her, Beght with an inexplicable ring.
li fich the operations of his power, Which at all sections and in every place (Kil'd by eftabi fh'd laws and current nature) Arrel th attention; who, oh who fhall tell His ats miraculous? when his own decrees Reps he, or fipends; when by the hand Ot Moles or of Joshua, or the mouths Of his prophetic leers, fuch deeds be wrought, Before to `atutish'd fun's all-seeing eye, That taith was fearce a virtue. Need I fing The tate of Pharaoh and his numerous band Lot in the reflux of the wat'ry walls, That melted to their fluid ftate again? Need 1 recutat how Samfon's warlike arm, With more than mortal nerves was ftrung,t'o'erIdolatrous Phiia? Shall I tell [throw How David triumph'd, and what Job sustain’d? -But, Oupreme, unutterable merey! O love unequal'd, mystery immenfe, [tion Which angels long t'unfold! 'tis man's redempThat crowns thy glory, and thy power confirms; Confirms the great, th' uncontroverted claim. Wen from the Virgin's unpolluted womb Shone forth the Son of Righteouinefs reveal'd, And on benighted reafon pour'd the day; * Let there he peace!" he faid, and all was calm Among the warring world-calm as the fea When, "O be ftill, ye boisterous winds!" he cried,
And not a breath was blown, nor murmur heard. His was a life of miracles and might, And charity and love, ere yet he taste The bitter draught of death, ere yet he rise Victorious o'er the universal foe, And death, and fin, and hell in triumph lead. Hs by the right of conqueft is mankind, And in fweet fervitude and golden bonds Were tied to him for ever.-O how easy Is his eagalling yoke, and all his burdens *Tis ectly to bear. Him, bleffed Shepherd! His for thall follow thro' the maze of life, And thades that tend to day-fpring from on high; And as the radiant roses, after fading, In fuiler foliage, and more fragrant breath Revive in iniling fpring, fo fhall it fare
§ 45. On the Goodness of the Supreme Being.
ORPHEUS, for fo the Gentiles
Ifrael's (weet Pfalmist, who alone couldst wake
Th' inanimate to motion; who alone
The joyful hillocks, the applauding rocks,
And floods with mufical perfuafion drew;
Thou,who to hail and inowgav'stvoiceandfound,
And mad it the mute melodious!-greater yet
Was thy divinest skill, and rul'd o'er more
Than art and nature; for thy tuneful touch
Drove trembling Satan from the heart of Saul,
And quell'd the evil Angel-in this breast
Some portion of thy genuine fpirit breathe,
And lift me from myself; each thought impure
Banifh; each low idea raife, refine,
Enlarge, and fanctify;-fo fhall the Mufe
Above the ftars afpire, and aim to praife
Her God on earth as he is prais'd in heaven.
Immenfe Creator! whole all-powerful hand
Fram'd univerfal being, and whofe eye
Saw,like thy felf,that all things form'd weregood;
Where shall the timorous Bard thy praise begin,
Where end the purelt facrifice of fong, [light,
And just thanksgiving? The thought-kindling
Thy prime production, darts upon my mind
Its vivifying beams, my heart illumines,
And fills my foul with gratitude and Thee.
Hail to the cheerful rays of ruddy morn,
That paint the ftreaky East, and blightfome roufe
The birds, the cattle, and mankind from relt!
Hail to the freshness of the early breeze,
And Iris dancing on the new-fall'n dew,
Without the aid of yonder golden globe.
Loft were the garnet's luftre, loft the lily,
The tulip and auricula's fpotted pride;
Loft were the peacock's plumage, to the fight
So pleating in its pomp and gloffy glow.
O thrice-illustrious! were it not for Thee.
Thofe panfies, that reclining from the bank
View thro' th' immaculate pellucid streami
Their portraiture in the inverted heaven,
Might as well change their triple boaft, the white,
The purple, and the gold, that far outvie
The Eastern monarch's garb, ev'n with the dock,
Ev'n with the baleful hemlock's irksome green.
Without thy aid, without thy glad fome beams,
The tribes of woodland warblers would remain
* See this conjecture ftrongly fupported by Delany, in his Life of David.
Mute on the bending branches, nor recite
The praife of Him, who, ere he form'd their lord,
Their voices tun'd to transport, wing'd their
More than the plenteoufnefs fo fam'd to flow
By fabling bards from Amalthea's horn
Is thine; thine therefore be a portion due [crown
Of thanks and praife: come with thy brilliant
And veft of fur; and from thy fragrant lap
Pomegranates and the rich ananas pour.
But chiefly thou, Europa, feat of Grace
And Chriftian excellence, his Goodness own.
Forth from ten thoufand temples pour his praife
Clad in the armour of the living God,
Approach, untheath the Spirit's flaming fword
Faith's fhield, falvation's glory-compais'd helm
With fortitude affume, and o'er your heart
Fair Truth's invulnerable breaft-plate fpread;
Then join the general chorus of all worlds,
And let the fong of Charity begin
In ftrains feraphic, and melodious prayer:
"O all-fufficient, all-beneficent,
"Thou God of Goodnets and of Glory, hear
"Thou, who to loweit minds doft condefcend
Affuming paffions to enforce thy laws,
"Adopting jealoufy to prove thy love:
"Thou, who refign'd humility uphold'st,
"Ev'n as the florift props the drooping rofe,
"But quell'ttyrannic pride with peerless power
Ev'n as the tempest rives the stubborn oak: "O all-fufficient, all-beneficent, "Thou God of Goodnefs and of Glory, hear "Blefs all mankind; and bring them in the en "To heav'n, to immortality, and Thee!"
§ 46. Ode to Wisdom. Mifs Carter.
And bade them call for nurture, and receive:
And lo! they call; the black bird and the thrush,
The woodlark and the redbreaft, jointly call;
He hears, and feeds their feather'd families;
He feeds his fweet musicians-nor neglects
Th' invoking ravens in the greenwood wide;
And tho' their throats coarse rattling hurt the ear,
They mean it all for mufic, thanks and praife
They mean, and leave ingratitude to man:—
But not to all-for, hark! the organs blow
Their fwelling notes round the cathedral's dome,
And grace the harmonious choir, celeftial feaft
To pious ears, and medicine of the mind!
The thrilling trebles and the manly base
Join in accordance meet, and with one voice
All to the facred fubject fuit their fong.
While in each breaft fweet melancholy reigns
Angelically penfive, till the joy
Improves and purifies; the folemn scene
The fun thro' ftoried panes furveys with awe,
And bafhfully withholds each bolder beam.
Here, as her home, from morn to eve frequents"
The cherub Gratitude; behold her eyes!
With love and gladness weepingly they shed
Ecftatic fmiles; the incenfe, that her hands
Uprear, is fweeter than the breath of May
Caught from the nectarine'sbloffom,andher voice
Is more than voice can tell: to Him the fings,
To Him who feeds, who clothes, and who adorns,
Who made, and who preferves, whatever dwells THE folitary bird of night
In air, in ftedfaft earth, or fickle sea.
Thro' the pale fhades now wings his flight,
O He is good, He is immenfely good! [man;
And quits the time-fhook tow`r,
Who all things form'd, and form'd them all for Where, shelter'd from the blaze of day,
Who mark'd the climates, varied every zone, In philofophic gloom he lay,
Difpenfing all his bleffings for the best,
In order and in beauty:-rife, attend,
Arreft, and praife, ye quarters of the world!
Bow down, ye elephants, fubmissive bow
To Him who made the mite! Tho', Afia's pride,
Ye carry armies on your tower-crown'd backs,
And grace the turban'd tyrants, bow to Him
Who is as great, as perfect, and as good
In his lefs ftriking wonders, till at length
The eye's at fault, and feeks th' affifting glafs.
Approach, and bring from Araby the Bleft
The fragrant caffia, frankincenfe, and myrrh,
And, meekly kneeling at the altar's foot,
Lay all the tributary incenfe down.
Stoop, feeble Africa, with reverence ftoop,
And from thy brow take off the painted plume;
With golden ingots all thy camels load
To' adorn his temples, haften with thy spear
Reverted, and thy trusty bow unftrung,
While unpurfued thy lions roam and roar,
With pleasure and furprize;
And ruin'd towers, rude rocks, and caverns wide To thy unfpotted shrine i bow,
Re-murmur to the glorious, furly found. Affift thy modeft fuppliant's vow,
And thou, fair Indian, whofe immenfe domain That breathes no wild defires:
To counterpoife the hemifphere extends, [ers, But, taught by thy unerring rules
Hafte from the Weft,and with thy fruits and flow-To thun the fruitless with of fools,
Thy mines and medicines, wealthy maid, attend. To nobler views afpires.
Beneath his ivy bow'r.
With joy I hear the folemn found,
Which midnight echoes waft around,
And fighing gales repeat:
Fav rite of Pallas! I attend,
And, faithful to thy fummons, bend
At Wildom's awful feat.
She loves the cool, the filent eve,
Where no falfe fhows of life deceive,
Beneath the lunar ray:
Here Folly drops each vain disguise,
Nor fports her gaily-colour'd dyes,
As in the glare of day.
O Pallas! queen of ev`ry art
"That glads the fenfe or mends the heart,]
Bleft fource of purer joys;
In ev'ry form of beauty bright,
That captivates the mental fight
Beneath her clear difcerning eye The vifionary fhadows fly
Of Folly's painted fhow: She fees, thro' ev'ry fair disguise, That all but Virtue's folid joys Is vanity and woe.
§ 47. On Human Life. Ogilvie. By Time's flow-heavingtide,theworksofman Are whelm'd; how finks beneath his wafteful fway
The pride of empire! Glittering for a while,
The gilded veffels fport along the stream,
Fann'd with propitious gales: the fides are firm,
The hull capacious, and the fwelling fails
Float to the breeze of fummer. Ah! how foon,
Torn by the tempeft's wildly-ruthing wing,
And foundering on the deep it lies deform`d,
A fhatter'd wreck! Nor lefs on life defcends
The ftorm impetuous; let thy filver hairs,
Time-hallow'd age, be witnefs! the dim eye,
The tottering tread,the furrow'd cheek,the hand
Yet trembling from the blaft. Tell,ye who tend
The bed of death, how o'er the helpless race
Of human victims ftrides the harpy foot
Of Mifery triumphant! while the veins
Shrink to the Fever's fcorching breath, or feel,
Starting, the fiery dart of racking Pain,
That writhes to agony; or loofen'd shake
Before Confumption; when her baleful sponge
Drops its green poifon on the fprings of life,
Nor thefe alone purfue the race of man,
Far other ills await; far other woes
Like vultures revel on his canker'd heart.
O ye who nightly languish o'er the tomb, Where fleeps thy duft,Eugenio! Ye whose hearts O'erVirtue bleed, when,reeking from the fcourge Of dire Oppreffion, in fome lonely cave She pines all defolate!-Ye powers that haunt The valewhere Genius breathes her plaint alone, Wild to the whistling wind; her voice unheard As airs that warble o'er the murmering dale Remote, to Solitude's inchanting ear! O tell, why wrapt in Grandeur's floating robe Vice mounts her throne! while trembling at the bar, Stands Innocence appall'd! Tell why the hand Of trutting Impudence, unlicens'd, grafps The palm of Worth, and his indignant brow Looksdown,whilemeek ey 'dModefty,difmay'd, Mantles her cheek in crimson, and retires To blush in filence! why thy purple car, High-plum'd Ambition,bathes its rollingwheels In blood, and o'er pale Virtue's ftreaming corfe, Rapid and madd'ning fprings to reach the goal!
Were feen innumerable shapes, whofe wings
Wav'd on the wind, or o'er the glittering field
Who trod in filence. Care with lowering brow
Slow ftalk'd; and Slander, fpeckled as the fnake
That ftings th' unwary traveller, along
The tainted earth trail'd loofe,or borne on wings
Blue as the brimstone's gleam, in secret shot
Her poifon'd arrows. Pining Envy gnaw'd
A biafted laurel, from the locks of Fame
Snatch'd, as the goddefs to her lips applied
Her mighty trump, and fwell'd a folemn note
To Homer's venerable name-Not far
Stood Difcord foaming. Riot double-tongu'd,
And gleaming Frenzy, and thy yellow wing,
Revenge, fell fiend! fhook plagues, and thro'the
Infus'd their venom to the inmoft foul. [breait
O'er all, Disease her beauty withering wand
Wav'd high; and, heaving on the heavy air,
Her raven pinions, bloated as the fail'd
The face of Nature. Shapelefs was her form,
And void; the owi's ill-omen'd eyes high-rais'd
Speckled her front; her noftrils breath'd a cloud;
PaleFamine's fallow hand had fcoop'd her cheek;
And a green viper form'd her forky tongue.
Slow the mov'd
Along the troubled air; and from a bag
(Wrought deep by Envy in her midnight den)
Scatter'd the feeds of death. The fparkling bowl
Receiv'dthem now; andnowthe enfeebled corte,
Lank, open, spent, at each unfolding pore
Suck'd in the poifon, as it rofe decay'd,
Livid and weak, from Pleasure's loofe embrace.
Soon o'er each withering cheek the baleful
Had fpread unfeen her life-confuming ftain:
Nor knew th' exulting youth, who quaff'd elate
The draught delicious, that untimely frost
Lurk'd by the fprings of life; and fecret chill'd
The florid blood, and mark'd him for the tomb.
At laft with weak stepcame the trembling Sage,
Haggard,andfhrinking from the breeze; his voice
Wasdeep,and hollow; and the loofe nervesfhook
His filver-fprinkled head. He thus began:
"O yet,while Heav'n fufpends your doom, be
My fons! O cease to liften to the lure
Of Pleafure! Death attends her forward step,
And Peril lays the fure, tho' secret snare.
Hear, then, the words of age. Yet Fate beftows
One hour; yet Virtue, with indulgent voice,
By me invites to fhun the devious maze
Of Error:-Yet to crown with length of days,
With joy, with happiness, your bold career
She hopes! Ofnatchtheproffer'd boon! be rous'd;
Ere her ftrong arm tremendous at your heads
Shall lunch th'avenging thunder; ere difmay'd,
Perplex'd, bewilder'd, wild, you seek the haunt
Of Peace, when darkness veils her lowly cot:
And mourn her gentle fmile for ever gone."
§ 49. Wishes obtained often makę Men miferable
YET warn'd, behold what danger marks the path
The fruitful parent of Disease, behind
Of high-brow'd Opulence! Intemperance,
Reels loofe,and filentplants th'entangling fnare-
Oft when,tovengeance rous'd,th'Eternal doom
The fervent with; he gives th' infatiate eye
Some wretch to mifery extreme, he grants
To rove tranfported o'er its golden ftore;
The heart to fwell like Xerxes', when he view'c
His hofts that wrapt th' immeasurable plain,
And triumph'd in his pow'r. Thus fares the
He burts exulting. On the drooping head
As, whirl'd by Paffion, thro' life's dufty field-
By decent Pride from nurmering; his rude hanc
Of Merit, fly to cenfure, and repreft
Arrests the palm. He gains it; and ador'd
His courfe; till like a canker at the root,
ByFolly'swond'ring train,prefumṛtuous shape
Slow, but fure-wafting Fate in filence takes
That fecret riots on the vital stream,
Th' inevitable aim; and fpares the hand.
Of hoary Time his filver and his (cythe.
O werk! thro' Paffion's erring glass to view What cooler thought condemns! Think'st thou the man
Of Fortune crown'd with honour, whole gay
By birth exalted, by the lavish hand
Dance to the melting lute's melodious lay,
Is happy?-Know,thywandering fearchmiitake
The fhade for fubftance. Could thy thought
The mental tumult; to the trembling gaze
The mind within, what real ills excite [explore
Of Fear what phantoms of imagin'd woes
Swim thro' the dark night's folemn noon, whe
Shakes not her poppies o'er his longing eyes,
Preys on his pamper'd blood; what withes wild
That roll in vain; what inward-eating care
What dread of future mifery; what dreams
Of horror gleam athwart the fable scroll [fcend
Where Memory prints her records: would the
Wake thee to envy? Would thy wishing fou
Pant for the boon that glitters to the eye,
But ftings the heart, and poifons all its joy?
The brow of Grandeur; tis the folemn peal
I read thy fecret doubt:-"'Tis Guilt tha
Of Confcience thundering in the mental ear,
That wakes to quick fenfation. To the drear
Of harmlets Innocence, no Demon shakes
His front terrific: all is calm within,
May dwell with Opulence; one happy mind
And tun'd to perfect harmony.-Yet Peace
May eye rejoicing it extended pow`r
To work for man; exulting as it views
A fmijing tribe around, fnatch'd from the graf
Of ruthless want, and basking in the beam
Of joy, to transport kindling, and to love."
'Tis juft-The noble mind by Fortune rais'd,
Its happiness to all, difplays to man
And warm'd by ftrong benevolence to spread
Heav'n gives at once the virtue and the power
His Maker's image. To a godlike few
Yet plants not Opulence for these a snare,
That povertye fcipes?—Thewretch who dragg'd
His are relentless to the tomb-fay rose
No boiling pation in his rankled heart?
Feit not his tortur'd breaft the venom fting
Of keen Impatience? Flam'd not to his eye
Gold, titles, honour; all the tin fel-fhow,
Trat on the fullen front of Avarice wakes
A gloomy (mile, and bids his little thought
Receive a gleam of joy? From these secure
Lives not untutor'd Indigence at ease?
And steals unieen along the vale of life,
Calm, peaceful, fhelter'd from the ftormy blaft
That thakes Ambition's plame: that wrecks
The quiet of mankind-What thongh to thefe The means are scanty?-O'er the roughen'd cheek
Health theds her bloom; theirfinews knit bytoil,
Robust and firm, fupport th' allotted weight:
And gradual loofed by long revolving years,
Refign their charge, untainted by the feeds
Of lurking Death, flow thro' the form diffus'd
From meals that Nature naufeates, from the cup
Wherethewinelaughs,and on the mantlingcheek
Kindles a tranfient blush, but works difeafe,
And shades the temples with untimely fnow.
§ 50. DEITY. Boyse. Unde mil maus generotur Ipfo, Nee wiget quidquam fimile aut fecundum. HOR. FROM earth's low profpects and deceitful aims, From wealth's allurements, and ambition's dreams,
The lover's raptures, and the hero's views, All the falte joys miftaken man purfues; The fchemes of fcience, the delights of wine, Or the more pleating follies of the Nine! Recal, fond Bard, thy long-enchanted sight Deladed with the vitionary light! A pobler theme demands thy facred fong, A theme beyond or man's or angel's tongue! But oh, alas! unhallow'd and profane, How halt thou dare to raise the heav'nly ftrain? Do Thou, who from the altar's living fire It's tuneful lips didft once infpire, Come to my aid, celeftial Wifdom, come; From my dark mind difpel the doubtful gloom: My pations ftill, my purer breaft inflame, To fifg that God from whom existence came; Til beav'n and nature in the concert join, And own the Author of their birth divine.
Whofe Word from nothing call'd this beauteous whole,
Wence fprung this gloriousframe! or whence The various forms the universe compofe? [arofe From what Almighty Caufe, what mystic springs Shall we derive the origin of things? Sing, henly Guide whofe all-efficient light Drew dawning planets from the womb of night! Since reafon, by the facred dictates taught, Adores a pow'r beyond the reach of thought. Firit Caufe of caufes! Sire fupreme of birth! Scle light of heav'n! acknowledg'd life of earth!
This wide expanded All from pole to pole! Who fhall prefcribe the boundary to Thee, Or fix the era of Eternity?
Should we, deceived by error's fceptic glass,
Admit the thought abfurd-That Nothing was!
Thencewould this wild,this falfe conclufion flow,
That Nothing rais'd this beauteous All below!
Whenfrom difclofing dark nefsfplendour breaks,
Affociate atoms move, and matter fpeaks,
When non-existence bursts its close disguise,
How blind are mortals-not to own the skies!
If one vast void eternal held its place,
Whence ftarted time?or whence expanded space?
What gave the flumb'ring mafs to feel a change,
Or.bid confenting worlds harmonious range?
Could Nothing link the universal chain?
No, 'tis impoffible, abfurd, and vain !
Here reafon its eternal Author finds,
The whole who regulates, unites, and binds,
Enlivens matter, and produces minds!
Inactive Chaos fleeps in dull repose,
Nor kuowledge thence, nor free volition flows!
A nobler fource thofe powers ethereal show,
By which we think, defign, reflect, and know;
Thefe from a caufe fuperior date their rise,
"Abftract in effence from material ties."
An origin immortal, as fupreme,
From whofe pure day, celeftial rays! they came:
In whom all poflible perfections shine,
Eternal, felf-existent, and divine!
From this great fpring of uncreated might !
This all-refplendent orb of vital light;
Whence all-created beings take their rife,
Which beautify the earth, or paint the skies!
Profufely wide the boundlefs bleflings flow,
Which heav'n enrich and gladden worlds below!
Which are no lefs, when properly defin'd,
Than emanations of th' Eternal Mind!
Hence triumphs truth beyond objection clear
(Let unbelief attend and shrink with fear!)
That what for ever was-muft furely be
Beyond commencement, and from period free;
Drawn from himself his native excellence,
His date eternal, and his space immense !
And all of whom that man can comprehend,
Is, that he ne'er began, nor e'er fhall end.
In him from whom existence boundless flows.
Let humble faith its facred truft repose:
Affur'd on his eternity depend,
Eternal Father! and eternal Friend!"
Within that myftic circle fafety seek,
No time can leffen, and no force can break;
And, loft in adoration, breathe his praise,
High Rock of ages, ancient Sire of days!