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Author of good! to thee I turn:
The ever wakeful eye
A can all my wants difcern;
Try Land alone fupply.
Olet try fear within me dwell,
Thy love my footeps guide;
Thore fall vainer loves expel;
That fear all fears befide.
And, oh by error's force fubdued,
Sace oft my stubborn will
Prenerous buns the latent good,
And grips the fpecious ill;
Not to my with, but to my want,
Do thou thy gifts apply:
Uk`d, what good thou knowest grant;
What il, tho' afk'd, deny.
PLAC on the verge of youth, my mind
Les opning fcene furvey'd:
Its is of various kind,
Aacted and afraid.
But chef my far the dangers mov'd,
That it's path inclofe:
My beat the wife purfuit approv'd;
But, oh, what toils oppose !
For fee ab feet while yet her ways
With doubtful fep I tread, Abutie world its terrors raise, snares delive fpread.
Oh how I, with heart prepar'd,
The tenon ar to meet?
Hew from the thousand finares to guard
My experienc'd feet?
As thus I mus'd oppreffive fleep
Soft o'er my temples drew
Coon's veil-The wat'ry deep,
An object trange and new,
Before ne rofe: on the wide shore
Oservant as I ftood,
The thering forms around me roar,
Aave the boiling flood.
Ner and more near the billows rise;
En sow my fteps they lave!
And teach to my affrighted eyes
Approach'd in ev'ry wave.
W Sope, or whither to retreat!
Each serve at once unftrung,
Chhad fetter'd faft my feet,
At ha'd my fpeechlefs tongue.
I feel my heart within me die;
When den to mine ear
A voice, decending from on high,
Reprov'd my erring fear:
'What tho' the fwelling furge thou fee
Impatient to devour;
Bet, mortal, reft on God's decree, *And thankful own his pow'r.
Know, when he bade the deep appear,
"Thus far," th' Almighty faid,
"Thus far, nor farther, rage; and here
"Let thy proud waves be ftay'd."
I heard; and, lo! at once controul'd,
The waves, in wild retreat,
Back on themselves reluctant roll'd,
And murmuring left my feet.
Deeps to affembling deeps in vain.
Once more the fignal gave:
The fhores the rushing weight fuftain,
And check th' ufurping wave.
Convinc'd, in Nature's volume wise,
The imag'd truth I read;
And fudden from my waking eyes
Th' inftructive vifion fled.
Then why thus heavy, O my
Say why, diftruftful still, Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll 'O'er scenes of future ill?'
Let faith fupprefs each rifing fear,
Each anxious doubt exclude; Thy Maker's will has plac'd thee here, Á Maker wife and good! He to thy ev'ry trial knows
Its just reftraint to give; Attentive to behold thy woes, And faithful to relieve.
Then why thus heavy, O my foul!
Say why, diftruftful ftill,
Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll
'O'er fcenes of future ill?
Tho' griefs unnumber'd throng three round
Still in thy God confide,
Whofe finger marks the feas their bound,
And curbs the headlong tide.'
$93. Chrif's Paffion: from a Greek Ode of Mr. Mafters, formerly of New College. Pitt. No more of earthly subjects fing;
To heaven, my mufe, afpire;
To raise the fong, charge ev'ry string,
And ftrike the living lyre.
Begin, in lofty numbers show
Th' Eternal King's unfathom'd love,
Who reigns the Sov'reign God above,
And fuffers on the cross below.
Prodigious pile of wonders! rais'd too high
For the dim ken of frail mortality.
What numbers fhall I bring along?
From whence fhall I begin the fong?
The mighty mystery I'll fing, infpir'd,
Beyond the reach of human wisdom wrought,
Beyond the compafs of an angel's thought,
How by the rage of man his God expir'd.
I'll make the tracklefs depths of mercy known,
How to redeem his foe God render'd up his Son:
I'll raise my voice to tell mankind
The victor's conqueft o'er his doom;
How in the grave he lay confin'd,
To feal more fure the rav'nous tomb.
Three days, the infernal empire to fubdue,
Me pafs'd triumphant through the coafts of woe;
With his own dart the tyrant Death he flew,
And led Hell captive through her realms below.
A mingled found from Calvary I hear,
And the loud tumult thickens on my ear,
The shouts of murd'rers, that infult the flain,
The voice of torment, and the fhrieks of pain.
I caft my eyes with horror up
To the curft mountain's guilty top;
See there! whom hanging in the midst I view
Ah! how unlike the other two!
I fee him high above his foes,
And gently bending from the wood
His head in pity down to thofe
Whofe guilt confpires to fhed his blood.
His wide-extended arms I fee
Transfix'd with nails, and faften'd to the tree:
Man, fenfelefs man! canft thou look on,
Nor make thy Saviour's pains thy own?
The rage of all thy grief exert,
Rend thy garments and thy heart;
Beat thy breast, and grovel low,
Beneath the burden of thy woe;
Bleed through thy bowels, tear thy hairs,
Breathe gales of fighs, and weep a flood of tears.
Behold thy King, with purple cover'd round;
Not in the Tyrian tinctures dyed,
Nor dipt in poison of Sidonian pride;
But in his own rich blood that streams from
Doft thou not fee the thorny circled red?
The guilty wreath that blushes round his head!
And with what rage the bloody fcourge applied
Curls round his limbs, and ploughs into his fide.
At fuch a fight let all thy anguish rise;
Break up, break up the fountains of thy eyes.
Here bid thy tears in gushing torrents flow,
Indulge thy grief, and give a loose to woe.
Weep from thy foul, till earth be drown'd;
Weep, till thy forrows drench the ground.
Canft thou, ungrateful man! his torments fee,
Nor drop a tear for him, who pours his blood
$94. A Funeral Hymn. Mallet.
YE midnight fhades, o'er nature spread!
Dumb filence of the dreary hour!
In honour of th' approaching dead,
Around your awful terrors pour.
Yes, pour around
On this pale ground
Through all this deep furrounding gloom,
The fober thought,
The tear untaught,
Those meetest mourners at a tomb.
Lo! as the furplic'd train drew near
To this laft manfion of mankind,
The flow fad bell, the fable bier,
In holy mufing wrapt the mind!
And while their beam,
With trembling fream,
CREATOR Spirit, by whofe aid
The world's foundations firft were laid,
Come vifit ev'ry pious mind;
Come pour thy joys on human kind.
From fin and forrow fet us free,
And make thy temples worthy thee.
O fource of uncreated light,
The Father's promis'd Paraclete!
Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire,
Our hearts with heavenly love infpire;
Come, and thy facred unction bring
To fanctify us, while we fing.
Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy fevenfold energy!
Thou ftrength of his Almighty hand,
Whofe pow'r does heaven and earth command
Proceeding Spirit, our defence,
Who doft the gift of tongues difpenfe,
And crown thy gift with eloquence!
Refine and purge our earthly parts;
But, ob, inflame and fire our hearts!
Our frailties help, our vice controul,
Submit the fenfes to the foul;
And when rebellious they are grown,
Then lay thy hand, and hold them down.
Chafe from our minds th' infernal foe,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow,
And, left our feet thould step aftray,
Protect and guide us in the way.
97. A Night Piece. Miss Carter.
WELL night in folemn fhade invests the pole,
And can election fooths the penfive foul,
While reafon undisturb'd afferts her fway,
And life's deceitful colours fade away;
To thee! all-confcious Prefence! I devote
This peaceful interval of fober thought:
Here all my better faculties confine;
And be this boar of facred filence thine!
1 by the day's illufive scenes milled,
My erring foul from virtue's path has ftray'd;
Saard by example, or by paffion warm'd,
Mycalmerthought the wretched choice reprove,
Some file delight my giddy fenfe has charm'd;
And my bet hopes are center'd in thy love.
Deprived of this can life one joy afford?
Its utmost boat a vain unmeaning word,
But, ab! bow oft my lawless paffions rove,
And break thofe awful precepts I approve!
Pare the fatal impulfe I abhor,
And violate the virtue I adore !
Cift when thy better Spirit's guardian care
Wan'd my fond foul tofhun the tempting fnare,
My hubborn will his gentle aid reprefs'd,
And check'd the rifing goodness in my breaft;
Mad with rain hopes, or urg'd by falfe defires,
dha foft voice, and quench'd hisfacredfires.
Wth grief opprefs'd,and proftrate in the duft,
Shand thou condemn, I own thy fentence juft.
Bach! thy fofter titles let me claim,
And pind my caufe by Mercy's gentle name,
May that wipes the penitential tear,
And dates the horrors of despair;
From righteous juftice fteals the vengeful hour,
Softens the dreadful attribute of pow'r,
Difarms the wrath of an offended God,
And feals my pardon in a Saviour's blood!
All powerful Grace, exert thy gentle sway,
And teach my rebel paffions to obey;
Left lurking Folly, with infidious art,
Regain my volatile inconftant heart!
Shall every high refolve Devotion frames
Be only lifelefs founds and fpecious names?
Oh rather, while thy hopes and fears controul,
In this still hour, each motion of my foul,
Secures its fafety by a fudden doom,
And be the foft retreat of fleep my tomb!
Calm let me flumber in that dark repose,
Till the last morn its orient beam disclose:
Then, when the great archangel's potent found
Shall echo thro' creation's ample round,
Wak'd from the fleep of death, with joy furvey
The opening fplendours of eternal day,
$98. Ode to Melancholy. Carter. COME, Melancholy! filent pow'r, Companion of my lonely hour,
To fober thought confin'd!
Thou fweetly fad ideal gueft,
In all thy foothing charms confeft,
Indulge my penfive mind.
No longer wildly hurried through
The tides of mirth, that ebb and flow
In folly's noisy stream,
I from the bufy crowd retire,
To court the objects that inspire
Thy philofophic dream.
Thro' yon dark grove of mournful yewo
With folitary steps I muse,
By thy direction led:
Here, cold to pleasures tempting forms
Confociate with my fifter worms,
And mingle with the dead.
Ye midnight horrors, awful gloom!
Ye filent regions of the tomb,
Here fhall my weary eyes be clos'd,
My future peaceful bed:
And ev'ry forrow lie repos'd
In death's refreshing shade.
Ye pale inhabitants of night,
Before my intellectual fight
In folemn pomp afcend:
O tell how trifling now appears
The train of idle hopes and fears,
That varying life attend!
Ye faithlefs idols of our sense,
Here own how vain the fond pretence,
Ye empty names of joy!
Your tranfient forms like thadows pafs,
Frail offspring of the magic glafs,
Before the mental eye.
The dazzling colours, falfely bright,
Attract the gazing vulgar fight
With fuperficial state:
Thro' reafon's clearer optics view'd,
How ftripp'd of all its pomp, how rude
Appears the painted cheat !
Can wild ambition's tyrant pow'r,
Or ill got wealth's fuperfluous ftore
The dread of death controul?
Can pleafure's more bewitching charms
Avert or footh the dire alarms
That shake the parting foul?
Religion! ere the hand of Fate
Shall make reflection plead too late,
My erring fenfes teach,
Amidft the flatt'ring hopes of youth,
To meditate the folemn truth
These awful relics preach.
Thy penetrating beams difperfe
The mist of error, whence our fears
Derive their fatal fpring :
'Tis thine the trembling heart to warm, And foften to an angel form
The pale terrific king.
When, funk by guilt in fad despair,
Repentance breathes her humble pray`r,
And owns thy threat'nings juft;
Thy voice the thudd'ring fuppliant cheers,
With mercy calms her torturing fears,
And lifts her from the duft.
Sublim'd by thee, the foul afpires
Beyond the range of low defires,
In nobler views elate:
Unmov'd her diftant change furveys,
And, arm'd by faith, intrepid pays
The univerfal debt.
In death's soft slumber lull'd to rest,
She fleeps by fmiling vifions bleft,
That gently whifper peace;
Till the laft morn's fair op'ning ray
Unfolds the bright eternal day
Of active life and bliss.
§ 99. Written at Midnight in a Thunder
LET Coward Guilt, with pallid Fear,
To fhelt'ring caverns fly,
And justly dread the vengeful fate
That thunders through the sky.
Protected by that hand, whofe law
The threat'ning storms obey,
Intrepid virtue fmiles fecure,
As in the blaze of day.
In the thick cloud's tremendous gloom,
The lightning's lurid glare,
It views the fame all-gracious Pow'r
That breathes the vernal air.
Thro' Nature's ever-varying scene,
By different ways purfued,
The one eternal end of Heav'n
Is univerfal good:
With like beneficent effect
O'er flaming æther glows,
As when it tunes the linnet's voice,
Or blushes in the rose.
By reafon taught to fcorn thofe fears
That vulgar minds moleft.
Let no fantaftic terrors break
My dear Narciffa's reft.
Thy life may all the tend'reft care
Of Providence defend;
And delegated angels round
Their guardian wings extend!
When thro' creations vaft expanse
The laft dread thunders rol,
Untune the concord of the spheres,
And shake the rising soul;
Unmov'd may'ft thou the final ftorm
Of jarring worlds furvey,
That ufhers in the glad ferene
Of everlasting day!
§ 100- The Vanity of Human Wishes. John In Imitation of the Tenth Satire of Juvenal LET obfervation with extensive view Survey mankind, from China to Peru; Remark each anxious toil, each eager ftrife And watch the bufy fcenes of crowded life Then lay how hope and fear, defire and ha O'erfpread with fhares the clouded maze of Where wav'ring man, betray'd by vent' pride
To tread the dreary paths without a guide As treach'rous phantoms in the mitt deluc Shuns fancied ills, or chafes airy good: How rarely reafon guides the ftubborn cho Rules the bold hand, or prompts the fupp
How nations fink by darling fchemes oppr When vengeance liftens to the fool's requ Fate wings with ev'ry with th' afflictive da Each gift of nature, and each grace of art; With fatal heat impeteous courage glows, With fatal fweetnefs elocution flows? Impeachment stopsthefpeaker's powerfulbr And reftiefs fire precipitates on death. [
+ But, fcarce obferv'd, the knowing and Fall in the gen'ral maffacre of gold; Wide-wafting peft! that rages unconfin'd, And crowds with crimes therecordsof mank For gold his fword the hireling ruffian dra For gold the hireling judge diftorts the lav Wealth heap'd on wealth nor truth nor fat The dangers gather as the treafures rife. [b
Let hilt'ry tell, where rival kings comma And dubious title shakes the madden'd lan When ftatutes glean the refufe of the fwor How much more fafe the vaffal than the lo Low fculks the hind beneath the rage of po And leaves the wealthy traitor in the Tow Untouch'd his cottage, and his flumbers for Tho' confifcation's vultures hover round,
The needy traveller, ferene and gay, Walks the wild heath, and fings his toil ay Does envy feize thee? cruth th upbraiding Increase his riches, and his peace destroy. New fears in dire viciilitude invade, The ruftling break alarms,and quiv'ring fh Nor light nor darknefs brings his pain relie One fhews the plunder, and one hides the ti
Yet bill one gen'ral cry the skies affails,
And in and grandeur load the tainted gales;
Fow the toiling ftatefman's fear or care,
Trádious rival and the gaping heir.
Once more, Democritus, arile on earth,
Wacheerful witdom and inftructive mirth,
See motley life in modern trappings dreft,
And teed with varied fools theternal jest:
Thou who couldft laugh where want enchain'd
Telcat conceit, and man was of a piece;
Whet wat unloy'd without a mourner died;
And katea fycophant was fed by pride;
Where er was known the form of mock debate,
On a new-made mayor's unwieldy state;
Where change of fav'ritesmade nochangeof laws,
And fenates heard before they judg'd a caufe;
How wordt thou fhake at Britain's modifh tribe,
Dutthe quick taunt,and edge the piercing gibe?
Atrate, truth and nature to defcry,
And perce each scene with philofophic eye,
To were folemn toys or empty show,
The rates of pleafure and the veils of woe:
Arce, and all thy mirth maintain,
caufelefs, or whofe griefs are vain.
the fcorn that fill'd the fage's mind,
Rew every glance on human kind;
corn ere yet thy voice declare,
rey fate, and canvaís ev'ry pray'r.
Ger'd fuppliants crowd Preferment's
At or wealth, and burning to be great;
Dave Fortune hears th' inceffant call,
mant, they thine, evaporate, and fall. age the foes of peace attend,
Turn'd by his nod the stream of honour flows,
His fmile alone fecurity beftows:
Still to new heights his reftlefs withes tow'r;
Claim leads to claim, and pow'r advancęs pow't;
Till conqueft unrefifted ceas'd to pleafe,
And rights fubmitted left him none to feize.
At length his fovereign frowns-the train of itate
Mark the keen glance, and watch the fign to hate.
Where'er he turns he meets a stranger's eye,
His fuppliants fcorn him, and his followers fly:
Now drops at once the pride of awful itate,
The golden canopy, the glitt'ring plate,
The regal palace, the luxurious board,
The liv ried army, and the menial lord.
With age, with cares, with maladies oppreft,
He feeks the refuge of monastic rest.
Grief aids difeafe, remember'd folly ftings,
And his laft fighs reproach the faith of kings.
Speak thou, whose thoughts at humble peace
Shall Wolfey's wealthwith Wolfey's end be thine?
Or liv'st thou now, with fafer pride content,
The wifeft juftice on the banks of Trent!
For why did Wolfey, near the fteeps of fate,
On weak foundations raife th' enormous weight?
Why but to fink, beneath misfortune's blow,
With louder ruin to the gulphs below?
What gave great Villiers to th' affaffin's knife,
And fix'd difeafe on Harley's clofing life?
What murder'd Wentworth, and what exil'd
By kings protected, and to king's ally'd?
What but their with indulg'd in courts to shine,
And pow'r too great to keep, or to refign?
When firft the college rolls receive his name,
The young enthufiaft quits his ease for fame;
Refiftlefs burns the fever of renown,
Caught from the strong contagion of the gown:
O'er Bodley's dome his future labours fpread,
And ¶Bacon's mansion trembles o'er his head.
Fyroom defcends the painted face,.Are these thy views? proceed, illuftrious youth,
eir flight, and infult mocks their end. ith hope,the finking statesman's door morning worthipper no more; names the weekly fcribbler lies, wy wealth the dedicator flies;
the bright palladium of the place, x'd in kitchens, or in auctions fold, ter features yields the frame of gold; y no more we trace in ev'ry line th, benevolence divine: diforted juftifies the fall, tion rids th' indignant wall. t Britain hear the last appeal, doom, or guard her fav rites zeal? domsfons no more remonftrance rings, nobles and controuling kings; tribes reprefs their patriot throats, questions but the price of votes; edy libels and feptennial ale, 's full to riot and to rail.
And Virtue guard thee to the throne of Truth!
Yet fhould thy foul indulge the gen'rous heat,
Till captive Science yields her last retreat;
Should Reafon guide thee with her brightest ray,
And pour on mifty Doubt refiftless day:
Should no false kindness lure to loose delight,
Nor praise relax, nor difficulty fright;
Should tempting Novelty thy cell refrain,
And Sloth effufe her opiate fumes in vain;
Should Beauty blunt on fops her fatal dart,
Nor claim the triumph of a letter'd heart;
Should no Disease thy torpid veins invade,
Nor Melancholy's phantoms haunt thy fhade;
Yet hope not life from grief or danger free,
Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee:
Deign on the paffing world to turn thine eyes,
And paufe a while from learning, to be wife:
church, the realm, their pow'rs con-There mark what ills the fcholar's life affail,
rays of regal bounty fhine; [fign, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.
om dignity, fee Wolfey ftand,
oice, and fortune in his hand:
Ver. 56-107. § Ver. 108-113.
Ta tradition, that the study of friar Bacon, built on an arch over the bridge, will fall when pr than Bacon fhall pass under it.