The promis'd feat of empire fhall again

• Cover the mountain, and command the plain ;
◄ And, from thy race distinguish'd, One shall spring,
• Greater in a&t than victor, more than king

• In dignity and pow'r; fent down from heav'n
To fuccour earth. To Him, to Him 'tis giv'n,
• Paffion, and care, and anguish, to destroy.

Thro' Him, foft peace, and plenitude of joy,
Perpetual o'er the world redeem'd shall flow!
No more may man enquire, nor angel know.
• Now, Solomon! rememb'ring who thou art,
A&t thro' thy remnant life the decent part.
Go forth; be strong; with patience and with care
• Perform and fuffer; to thyfelf fevere,
• Gracious to others, thy defires fupprefs'd,
Diffus'd thy virtues; firft of men! be best.
Thy fum of duty let two words contain;
'O may they graven in thy heart remain!

Be humble, and be juft!' The angel faid;
With upward speed his agile wings he spread;
Whilft on the holy ground I proftrate lay,
By various doubts impell'd, or to obey,
Or to object at length (my mournful look
Heav'n-ward erect) determin'd, thus I spoke

Supreme, all-wife, eternal Potentate!

• Sole Author, fole Difpofer of our fate!
Enthron'd in light and immortality!
Whom no man fully fees, and none can fee!
Original of Beings! Power Divine !

Since that I live, and that I think, is thine;

Benign Creator! let thy plaftick hand

Difpofe it's own effect: let thy command
Reftore, Great Father, thy inftructed fon,
And in my act may Thy great Will be done!*

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Nor let the pride of great ones fcom
This charmer of the plains:

That fun, who bids their diamond blaze,

To paint our lily deigns.

Long had the fill'd each youth with love,

Each maiden with despair;

And tho' by all a wonder own'd,

Yet knew not fhe was fair:

Till Edwin came, the pride of fwains,

A foul devoid of art;

And from whofe eye, ferenely mild,

Shone forth the feeling heart.

A mutual

Oft, too, on Stanemore's wint'ry wafte,
Beneath the moon-light shade,

In fighs to pour his foften'd foul,
The midnight mourner ftray'd.

His cheek, where health with beauty glow'd,

A deadly pale o'ercaft:

So fades the fresh rofe in it's prime,

Before the northern blaft.

The parents now, with late remorse,

Hung o'er his dying bed;

And wearied Heaven with fruitless vows,

And fruitless forrow shed.

'Tis paft!' he cry'd ; but if your fouls
• Sweet mercy yet can move,'

Let thefe dim eyes once more behold
• What they muft ever love!'

She came; his cold hand foftly touch'd,
And bath'd with many a tear :
Faft-falling o'er the primrose pale,
So morning dews appear.

But, oh! his fifter's jealous care, (A cruel fifter fhe !)

Forbade what Emma came to fay;

" My Edwin, live for me!'

Now homeward as the hopeless wept

The church-yard path along,

The blaft blew cold, the dark owl scream'd Her lover's funeral fong.

Stothard del

Collyer fculp

Plate VII.

Publifh'd as the Act directs by Harrison & C June 1.1781.

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