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16. Hymn to Cheerfulness-The Author being fick. Dr. AKENSIDE.
thick the fhades of evening close !
Is there in nature no kind power
As once ('twas in Aftrea's reign) The vernal pow'rs renew'd their train;
It happen'd that immortal Love
Thou, Cheerfulness, by Heav'n defign'd To rule the pulfe that moves the mind, Whatever fretful paffion springs, Whatever chance or nature brings To ftrain the tuneful poize within, And difarrange the fweet machine; Thou, goddefs, with a mafter-hand Doft each attemper'd key command, Refine the foft and fwell the ftrong, Tili all is concord, all is fong.
Fair guardian of domestic life, Beft banisher of home-bred ftrife, Nor fullen lip, nor taunting eye Deform the fcene where thou art by: No fickening husband damns the hour That bound his joys to female power: No pining mother weeps the cares That parents wafte on hopeless heirs: Th' officious daughters pleas'd attend; The brother rifes to the friend:
By thee their board with flowers is crown'd,
Behold the youth, whofe trembling heart
Friend to the Mufe and all her train,
Hark, when thy breath her fong impels, How full the tuneful current fwells. Let Melancholy's plaintive tongue Inftruct the nightly ftrains of Y But thine was Homer's ancient might, And thine victorious Pindar's flight: Thy myrtles crown'd the Lefbian meads; Thy voice awak'd + Sicilian reeds; Thy breath perfumes the Teian rose, And Tiber's vine fpontaneous flows, While Horace wantons in thy quire; The gods and heroes of the lyre. See where the pale, the fick'ning fage (A prey perhaps to fortune's rage, Perhaps by tender griefs oppreft, Or glooms congenial to his breaft) Retires in defert-fcenes to dwell, And bids the joyless world farewel. Alone he treads th' autumnal fhade, Alone beneath the mountain laid, He fees the nightly damps arife, And gathering ftorms involve the skies; He hears the neighb'ring furges roll, And raging thunders thake the pole; Then, ftruck by every object round, And funn'd by ev'ry horrid found, He pants to traverfe nature's ways: His evils haunt him thro' the maze: He views ten thoufand demons rife, To wield the empire of the skies, And Chance and Fate affume the rod, And Malice blots the throne of GOD. -0 thou, whofe pleafing power I fing! Thy lenient influence hither bring; Compofe the ftorm, difpel the gloom, Till Nature wear her wonted bloom, Till fields and fhades their fweets exhale, And mufic fwell each opening gale: Then o'er his breaft thy foftnels pour, And let him learn the timely hour To trace the world's benignant laws, And judge of that prefiding caufe Who founds in difcord beauty's reign, Converts to pleasure every pain, Subdues the hoftile forms to reft, And bids the universe be bleft.
O thou, whose pleasing power I fing! If right I touch the votive ftring, If equal praife I yield thy name, Still govern thou thy poet's flame; Still with the Mufe my bofom thare, And footh to peace corroding care. But moft exert thy genial power On friendship's confecrated hour: And while my Agis leads the road To fearless wisdom's high abode; Or, warm in freedom's facred caufe, Purfoes the light of Grecian laws; Attend, and grace our gen'rous toils With all thy garlands, all thy fimiles. But if, by fortune's stubborn fway From him and friendship torn away, I court the Mufe's healing spell For griefs that still with abfence dwell, * Alcxus and Sappho.
Within due bounds the mighty ocean keeps,
And Lebanon is left without a fhade.
§19. Pfalm 29th. PITT. YE mighty princes, your oblations bring,
And pay due honours to your awful King; His boundief's power to all the world proclaim, Bend at his fhrine, and tremble at his name. For hark his voice, with unrefifted fway, Rules and controuls the raging of the Sea;
See! when he speaks, the lofty mountains crowd,"
He taught me first the pointed fpear to wield,
Lord! what is man, of vile and humble birth,
Come in thy power, and leave th' ethereal plain, And to thy harness'd tempeft give the rein; Yon ftarry arch fhall bend beneath the load, So loud the chariot, and fo great the God! Soon as his rapid wheels Jehovah rolls, The folding fkies fhall tremble to the poles: Heaven's gaudy Axle with the world shall fall, Leap from the centre, and unhinge the ball.
Pil'd up with plenty let our barns appear,
Bleft is the nation, how fincerely bleft!
Touch'd by thy hands,the labouring hills expire Thick clouds of fmoke, and deluges of fire; On the tall groves the red deftroyer preys, And wraps th' eternal mountains in the blaze: Full on my foes may all thy lightnings fly, On purple pinions through the gloomy fky.
Extend thy hand, thou kind all-gracious God, Down from the heaven of heavens thy brightabode, And fhield me from my foes, whole towering pride Lowers like a ftorm, and gathers like a tide: Against ftrange children vindicate my caufe, Who curfe thy name, and trample on thy laws; Who fear not vengeance which they never felt, Train'd to blafpheme, and eloquent in guilt: Their hands are impious, and their deeds profane; They plead their boafted innocence in vain.
Thy name fhall dwell for ever on my tongue, And guide the facred numbers of my fong; To thee my Mufe thall confecrate her lays, And every note fhall labour in thy praife; The hallow'd theme fhall teach me how to fing, Swell on the lyre, and tremble on the ftring.
Oft has thy hand from fight the monarch led, When death flew raging, and the battle bled; And thatch'd thy fervant in the laft defpair From all the rifing tumult of the war.
Against strange children vindicate my cause, Who curfe thy name, and trample on thy laws; That our fair fons may finile in early bloom, Our fons, the hopes of all our years to come; Likeplants that nurs'd by fostering fhowers arife, And lift their fpreading honours to the skies: That our chafte daughters may their charms difplay,
Like the bright pillars of our temple, gay, Polish'd, and tall, and finooth, and fair as they.
23. The 34 Chapter of Job. PITT.
OB curs'd his birth, and bade his curfes flow In words of grief, and eloquence of woe: Loft be that day which dragg'd me to my doom, Recent to life, and ftruggling from the womb; Whose beams with fuch malignant luftre fhone, Whence all my years in anxious circles run. Loft be that night in undetermin'd fpace, And veil with deeper fhades her gloomy face, Which crowded up with woes this flender fpan, While the dull mafs rofe quick'ning into man.
O'er that curs'd day let fable darknets rife, Shroud the blue vault, and blacken all the fkies; May God o'erlook it from his heavenly throne, Nor roufe from fleep the fedentary fun, O'er its dark face to thed his genial ray, And warm to joy the melancholy day. May the clouds frown, and livid poisons breathe, And ftain heaven's azure with the fhade of death. May ten-fold darkucts from that dreadful night
Seize and arreft the fraggling gleams of light;
There may no ray, no glimpse of gladnefs come;