Yethes, earthquakes, and ye fire fraught cos, whirlwinds, hurricanes, [wombs Ang billows, hail! in chorus join To cute and magnify your Maker, Who yet in works of a minuter mould sati manfelt, is not lefs mighty. arvey the magnet's fympathetic love It was the yielding needle; contemplate Tattactive amber's power, invifible Erstate mental eye; or when the blow Seth ectric fphere affaults thy frame, Sew the band that dealt it!—Baffled here Banipotence, Philosophy
thoughts inadequate revolves, Ads, with all his circling wonders round Leny Sturn in th' ethereal fpace [her, Behan inexplicable ring.
the operations of his power, Walk ons and in every place
h'd laws and current nature) sertion; who, oh who fhall tell Halous? when his own decrees pends; when by the hand Joihua, or the mouths eers, fuch deeds be wrought, Brat'd fun's all-feeing eye, The scarce a virtue. Need I fing Teraoh and his numerous band Lux of the wat`ry walls, Te to their fluid ftate again? Arat how Samfon's warlike arm,
With those that love him-for fweet is their fa. And all Eternity shall be their spring. [vour, 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.
$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 fnowgav'ftvoiceandfound, And mad ft 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 myfelf; each thought impure Banish; each low idea raise, refine, Enlarge, and fanctify;-fo fhall the Mufe Wetan mortal nerves was ftrung,t' o'er-Above the ftars afpire, and aim to praife [throw Her God on earth as he is prais'd in heaven. ad triumph'd, and what Job sustain'd? Immenfe Creator! whole all-powerful hand upreme, unutterable merey! Fram'd univerfal being, and whofe eye
'd, mystery immenfe, [tion Saw,like thyfelf,that all things form'd weregood; Wages long t'unfold! 'tis man's redemp- Where shall the timorous Bard thy praise begin. Tans thy glory, and thy power confirms; Where end the purelt facrifice of fong, [light, great, the uncontroverted claim. And juft thanksgiving? The thought-kindling en the Virgin's unpolluted womb Thy prime production, darts upon my th the Son of Righteouinefs reveal'd, Its vivifying beams, my heart illumines, A benighted reafon pour'd the day; And fills my foul with gratitude and Thee. Leere he peace!" he faid, and all was calm Hail to the cheerful rays of ruddy morn, g the warring world-calm as the fea That paint the ftreaky Eaft, and blightfome roufe O be still, ye boisterous winds!" he The birds, the cattle, and mankind from relt! cred, 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 glofly glow. O thrice-illustrious! were it not for Thee. Thofe panfies, that reclining from the bank View thro' th' immaculate pellucid ftream 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 irkfome green. Without thy aid, without thy glad fome beams, The tribes of woodland warblers would remain
A breath was blown, nor murmur heard. Hate of miracles and might, Aty and love, ere yet he tafte The draught of death, ere yet he rise Tas o'er the univerial foe, Atcoats, and fin, and hell in triumph lead.
night of conqueft is mankind, Awet fervitude and golden bonds him for ever. O how easy hang yoke, and all his burdens to bear. Him, bleffed Shepherd! His fall follow thro' the maze of life, And adiant rofes, after fading, Attend to day-fpring from on high; la frage, and more fragrant breath Bere is ning fpring, fo fhall it fare
* 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 flight,
More than the plenteousness so 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 spread; 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 Goodnefs and of Glory, hear "Thou, who to lowest minds doft condescend
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 coarfe 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 bafe 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 fcene The fun thro' ftoried panes furveys with awe, And bafhfully withholds each bolder beam. Here, as her home, from morn to eve frequents" Ev'n as the tempest rives the stubborn oak: The cherub Gratitude; behold her eyes! With love and gladnefs weepingly they fhed 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 stedfast earth, or fickle sea.
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'ft tyrannic pride with peerless power
"O all-fufficient, all-beneficent,
"Thou God of Goodnefs and of Glory, hear "Blefs all mankind; and bring them in the end "To heav'n, to immortality, and Thee!"
§ 46. Ode to Wisdom. Mifs Carter.
Thro' the pale fhades now wings his flight, And quits the time-fhook tow`r, Where, fhelter'd from the blaze of day, In philofophic gloom he lay,
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 thows of life deceive,
Beneath the lunar ray:
Here Folly drops each vain difguife, Nor fports her gaily-colour'd dyes,
O He is good, He is immenfely good! [man; Who all things form'd, and form'd them all for Who mark'd the climates, varied every zone, 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 itriking 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 pleafure and furprize; And ruin'd towers, rude rocks, and caverns wide To thy unfpotted fhrine 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 hemisphere 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.
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
Nor Forute's gem, Ambition's plume, Nr Cytherea's fading bloom, Bejects of my prayer; Lance, vanity, and pride, The gli ing envied toys divide, The dull rewards of care.
To me thy better gifts impart, Let me beauty of the heart, Byous thought refin'd:
For the fmiles of glad content; For pose, its ampleft, beft extent, An epire o'er my mind.
When Fortune drops her gay parade, When Pleasure's tranfient roles fade, And wither in the tomb, Cand is thy immortal prize, The ever-verdant laurels rife la decaying bloom.
By the protected, I defy
The coxcomb's fneer, the ftupid lye Ofrance and fpite;
A contemn the leaden fool, At the pointed ridicule Of adening wit.
Far, hurry, noife, and strife, The pertinence of life,
In thy retreat I reft; Pe thee to thy peaceful groves, Ware Pla's facred fpirit roves, In a tay graces drest. Hedyfus tuneful stream philofophic theme
med, fair, and good: At Athens caught the found, Attning fons around In viience ftood. Reber wild licentious youth Cafes the potent voice of truth, And felt its juft controul: Te pas ceas'd their loud alarms, And vite's foft perfuafive charms
Cell their fenfes ftole.
Tth infpires the poet's fong, Tot's free unbiafs'd tongue, Tero's gen'rous ftrife:
retirement's filent joys, the fweet endearing ties C, domestic life,
more to fabled names confin'd, Te, fupreme, all perfect mind, direct their flight:
Wasthy gift, and all her force Ta deriv'd, unchanging fourçe
O rectual light! Clure, Ler fteady ray
my doubtful way, The mid of error to controul; T's perplexing road;
Ath its gloom direct my foul To happincis and good!
Beneath her clear difcerning eye The vifionary fhadows fly
Of Folly's painted show: She fees, thro' ev'ry fair disguise, That all but Virtue's folid joys Is vanity and woe.
47. On Human Life. Ogilvie. BYTime's flow-heavingtide, theworksofman Are whelm'd; how finks beneath his wasteful fway
The pride of empire! Glittering for a while, The gilded veffels sport 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-rushing 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 blast. Tell,ye who tend The bed of death, how o'er the helpless race Of human victims strides 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 fhake Before Confumption; when her baleful sponge Drops its green poifon on the fprings of life,
Nor thefe alone pursue 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 scourge Of dire Oppreffion, in some lonely cave
She pines all defolate !-Ye powers that haunt The valewhere Genius breathes her plaint alone, Wild to the whiftling 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 ftrutting 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 springs 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 talk'd; and Slander, speckled as the snake That ftings th' unwary traveller, along The tainted earth trail'd loofe,or borne on wings Blue as the brimftone's gleam, in fecret fhot Her poifon'd arrows. Pining Envy gnaw'd A biafted laurel, from the locks of Fame Snatch'd, as the goddess 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 inmolt foul. [breait O'er all, Difeafe her beauty withering wand Wav'd high; and, beaving 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'da cloud; PaleFamine's fallowhand 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 corfe, Lank, open, spent, at each unfolding pore Suck'd in the poifon, as it rofe decay'd, Livid and weak, from Pleafure's loofe embrace. Soon o'er each withering cheek the baleful pow'r
Of high-brow'd Opulence! Intemperance, The fruitful parent of Disease, behind Reels loofe,and filent plants th`entangling fnare Oft when,tovengeance rous'd,th'Eternal doom Some wretch to mifery extreme, he grants The fervent wifh; he gives th' infatiate eye To rove tranfported o'er its golden store; The heart to fwell like Xerxes', when he view' His hofts that wrapt th' immeafurable plain, And triumph'd in his pow'r. Thus fares the wretch
As, whirl'd by Passion, thro' life's dufty field He burts exulting. On the drooping head Of Merit, fly to cenfure, and repreft By decent Pride from nurmering; his rude hand Arrests the palm. He gains it; and ador'd ByFolly'swond'ring train,prefumṛtuous fhape. His courfe; till like a canker at the root, That fecret riots on the vital stream, Slow, but fure-wafting Fate in filence takes Th' inevitable aim; and ipares the hand. Of hoary Time his filver and his icythe.
O werk! thro' Palien's erring glass to view What cooler thought condemns! Think'st thou the man
By birth exalted, by the lavish hand [hour Of Fortune crown'd with honour, whole gay Dance to the melting lute's melodious lay, Is happy?-Know,thywandering fearchmistake The fhade for fubftance. Could thy thought The mind within, what real ills excite [explore The mental tumult; to the trembling gaze Of Fear what phantoms of imagin'd woes Swim thro' the dark night's folemn noon, when Sleep
Had fpread unfeen her life-confuming ftain: Nor knew th' exulting youth, who quaff'd elate Shakes not her poppies o'er his longing eyes, The draught delicious, that untimely froft That roll in vain; what inward-eating care Lurk'd by the fprings of life; and fecret chill'd Preys on his pamper'd blood; what withes wild; The florid blood, and mark'd him for the tomb. What dread of future mifery; what dreams At laft withweak tepcame the trembling Sage, Of horror gleam athwart the fable scroll [fcene Haggard,andfhrinking from the breeze; his voice Where Memory prints her records: would the Wasdeep, and hollow; and the loofe nervesfhook Wake thee to envy? Would thy wishing foul His filver-fprinkled head. He thus began: Pant for the boon that glitters to the eye, "O yet,while Heav'n fufpends your doom, be But ftings the heart, and poifons all its joy? My fons! O ceate to liften to the lure [wife, Of Pleafure! Death attends her forward ftep, 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 thun the devious maze Of Error:-Yet to crown with length of days, With joy, with happiness, your bold career She hopes! O fnatchtheproffer'd boon! berous'd; Ere her ftrong arm tremendous at your heads Shall lunch th'avenging thunder; ere difmay'd, Perplex'd, bewilder'd, wild, you feek the haunt Of Peace, when darkness veils her lowly cot: And mourn her gentle smile for ever gone."
§ 49. Wifes obtained often makę Men miserable Ogilvie.
YET warn'd, behold what danger marks the path
I read thy fecret doubt:-"'Tis Guilt that The brow of Grandeur; tis the folemn peal thades Of Conscience thundering in the mental ear, That wakes to quick fenfation. To the dream Of harmlefs Innocence, no Demon shakes His front terrific: all is calm within, And tun'd to perfect harmony.-Yet Peace May dwell with Opulence; one happy mind May eye rejoicing it extended pow'r To work for man; exulting as it views A fming tribe around, fnatch'd from the grafp Of ruthleis want, and basking in the beam Of joy, to transport kindling, and to love."
Tis juft-The poble mind by Fortune rais'd, Its happinets to all, difplays to man And warm'd by ftrong benevolence to spread His Maker's image. To a godlike few Heav'n gives at once the virtue and the power; Yet plants not Opulence for these a fnare,
The portrefcapes?-Thewretch who dragg'd Whose Word from nothing call'd this beauteous. Hezentlels to the tomb-say rose Nogation in his rankled heart? Fet sot his tortur'd breast the venom fting Of keen Impatience? Flarn'd not to his eye God, rtles, honour; all the tinfel-show, That on the fullen front of Avarice wakes A gloomy mile, and bids his little thought Receive a gleam of joy? From these secure Lives et tutor'd Indigence at ease? And as to ten along the vale of life, Camper, thelter'd from the stormy blaft The Ambition's plame: that wrecks
This wide expanded All from pole to pole! Who fhall prefcribe the boundary to Thee, Or fix the era of Eternity?
The Gator mankind? What thongh to thefe fcanty-O'er the roughen'd Heeds ber bloom; theirfinews knit bytoil, A and firm, fupport the allotted weight: At gradual loofed by long revolving years, Ren the charge, untainted by the feeds Oring Death, flow thro' the form diffus'd From meals that Nature naufeates, from the cup Weeraghs,and on the mantlingcheek Kadesa traient bluth, but works difeafe, And as the temples with untimely fnow.
52 DEITY. Boyse. End to agus generatur Ipfo,
Should we, deceived by error's fceptic glass, Adinit the thought abfurd--That Nothing was! Thencewould this wild,thisfalfe conclufionflow, That Nothing rais'd this beauteous All below! Whenfrom difclofing darknefsfplendour breaks, Affociate atoms move, and matter speaks, When non-existence burfts its clofe difguife, 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 cause fuperior date their rife, "Abstract 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-exiftent, and divine!
Nie mog ́s quidquam fimile aut fecundum. HOR. Fic eth's low profpects and deceitful aims, Irawath's allurements, and ambition's
These matures, and the hero's views, A the es miftaken man pursues;
From this great fpring of uncreated might 1 This all-refplendent orb of vital light; Whence all-created beings take their rife, Which beautify the earth, or paint the skies!
The Akcience, the delights of wine, Profufely wide the boundless bleffings flow,
Creating follies of the Nine!
Bec, and Bard, thy long-enchanted fight
Deed the vifionary light! Ale theme demands thy facred fong, Beth, slas! unhallow'd and profane, Dwho from the altar's living fire stou dare to raife the heavily train?
ful lips didit once infpire, Cary aid, celestial Wifdom, come;
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 fhrink with fear!)
That what for ever was-must furely be Beyond commencement, and from period free; Drawn from himself his native excellence, His date eternal, and his fpace immense ! And all of whom that man can comprehend,
dark mind difpel the doubtful gloom: Is, that he ne'er began, nor e'er fhall end.
Mill, my purer breaft inflame,
In him from whom existence boundless flows.
To God from whom existence came; Let humble faith its facred truft repose:
7 and nature in the concert join,
At the Author of their birth divine.
Affur'd on his eternity depend,
"Eternal Father! and eternal Friend!" Within that myftic circle safety seek,
Warang this gloriousframe! or whence And, loft in adoration, breathe his praise, Terforms the univerfe compofe? [arofe High Rock of ages, ancient Sire of days! Fr Almighty Caufe, what myftic fprings
No time can leffen, and no force can break ;
Serve the origin of things?
Sty Guide whofe all-efficient light Thusrecogniz'd,thefpring of lifeandthought! Drew daing planets from the womb of night! Eternal, felf-deriv'd, and unbegot! Eace raion, by the facred dictates taught,
Adresa pow'r beyond the reach of thought. And awfully adore th' exalted One!' Fight of heav'n I acknowledg'd life of earth! And happy in essential unity! Fort Caufe of caules! Sire fupreme of birth! In nature pure, in place fupremely free,
Approach, celeftial Mufe, th' empyreal throne,
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