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At such a fight let all thy anguish rise;
Come vist ev'ry pious mind;
From tin and sorrow fct us free,
Weep from thy foul, till carth be drown'd; O fource of uncreated light,
Werp, till thy sorrows drench the ground. The Father's promis'd Paraclete !
Come, and thy sacred unction bring
To tanctify us, while we iing. $ 102. A Funeral Hymn. MALLET.
Pleatious of grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy fevenfold energy!
Dumb filence of the dreary hour! Whose pow' does heaven and earth comman In honour of th'approaching dead,
Proceeding Spirit, our defence,
Who doit the gift of tongues dispense,
And crown't thy gift with eloquence !
Retine and purge our earthly parts;
Our frailties help, our vice controul,
Submit the lenses to the soul;
And when rebellious they are grown, Lo! as the surplic'd train drew near
Then lay thy hand, and hold them down. To this last mansion of mankind,
Chase from our minds th' infeinal foc, The flow sad bell, the lable bier,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ;
And, left our feet ihculd step altray,
Protect and guide us in the way.
Make us eternal truths receive, attending tapers faintly dart;
And practise all that we believe :
Give us thyself, that we may see
The Father, and the Son, by thee.
Immortai honour, endless fame, Now let the sacred organ blow,
Attend th’Almighty Fat er's name:
The Saviour Son bé glorified,
Who for lost man's redeinption died;
And cqual adoration bu, Till all the vocal current blended roll,
Eternal Paraclete, to thee ! No to depress, but lift the foaring foul.
§ 104. A Night Pitce. Mifs CARTER. To lift it in the Maker's praise,
WHILE night in folemn fhade invests the pole, Who first inform'd our frame with breath; And calın reflection toothes the pensive loul, And, after some few stormy days,
While reason undisturb’d afferts her lway,
To thee! all-conscious Presence! I devote
This peaceful interval of sober thought :
And be this hour of sacred silence thine!
If, ly the day's illufive fienes mified,
My erring foul from virrue's path has stray'd; Then, while we iningle dust with dust,
Snar'd by example, or by pattion warm'd, To One, supremely gcod and wise,
Some false delight my giddy fenfe has charm’d; Raise hallelujahs ! God is just,
My calmer thoughts the wretched choice reprove, And man most happy when he dies!
And my best hopes are center'd in th: love.
Depriv d of this, can life cne joy afford ?
Its utmost Loaft a vain unmeaning word.
But, ah! how oft my law lets parlions rove, Where pleasure's rose
And break those awful precepts I approve ! Immortal blows,
Purlue the fatal impulie I abhor,
And viclate the virtue I adore !
Warn’d my fond soul to thun the tempting (nare, @ 103. Veni Creator Spiritus, paraphrased. My stubboin will his gentle aid repress’d,
DRYDEN. And check'd the rising goodness in my breast; CREATOR Spirit, by whose aid
Mad with vain hopes, or urg'd by falfe desires, The world's foundations fork were laid,
Stillid his foft vojce, and quench'd his sacred fircsa
With grief opprefs d, and proftrate in the dust, Your transient forms like fhadows pars,
Before the mental eye.
The dazzling colours, falfely bright,
With fuperficial itate:
How stripp'd of all its pomp, how rude,
Appears the painted cheat!
Can wild ambition's tyrant pow'r,
Or ill-got wealih's superfluous store, Left lurking Folly, with inlidious art,
The dread of death controul: Regain my volatile inconstant heart !
Can pleasure's more bewitching charms Shall every high resolve Devotion frames
Avert or toothe the dire alarms
That shake the parting foul?
My çrring fenfes tcach,
Thele awful relics preach.
Thy penetrating beams difperse
The mist of error, whence our fears
Derive their fatal spring: The opening fplendours of cternal day.
'Tis tbine the trembling heart to warm,
And foften to an angel form § 105. Ode to Melancholy. CARTER. The pale territic king. COME, Melancholy silent pow'r,
When, funk by guilt in sad despair, Companion of my lonely hour,
Repentance breathes her humble pray'r, To sober thought contin'd!
And owns thy threat'nings jutt; Thou sweetly sad ideal gucit,
Thy voice thc thudd'ring suppliant cheers, In all thy foothing charms confess’d,
With morey calms her torturing fears, Indulge my pentive mind.
And lifts her from the duft. No longer wildly hurried through
Sublim'd by thee, the soul aspires
Beyond the range of low desires,
In nobler vicis clate:
Unmov'd her defin’d change surveys,
And, arin'd by faith, intrepid pays
The universal debt.
Slie sleeps, by finiling vifons blest,
That gently whiíper peace : flere, cold to pleasure's tempting forms,
Till the last morn's fair op'ning ray
Unfolds the bright eternal day
Of active life and bliss.
§ 106. Written at Midnight, in a Thunder My future peaceful bed;
LET coward Guilt, with pallid Fear,
To Thelt'ring caverns fly,
And justly dread the vengeful fate
That thunders through the sky.
Protected by that hand, whose law
The threat'ning storms obey, ( tell how trifling now appears
Intrepid Virtue (miles secure,
As in the blaze of day.
In the thick cloud's tremendous gloom,
The lightning's lurid glare,
That breathes the verpal air.
Thro’ Nature's ever-varying scene,
Yes; yc shall hear, and tremble as ye hear, By different ways pursued,
While, high with health, your hearts exulting The one eternal end of Heaven
E'cn in the midst of pleasure's mad career, (leap; Is universai good.
The mental monitor shall wake and weep! With like beneficent effect
For fay, than Coventry's propitious ftar, O'er flaming æther glows,
W'hat brighter planet on your births arose ? As when it runes tie linnet's voice,
Or gave of fortune's gifts an ampler share, Or blushes in the rofe.
In life to lavith, or by death to lose? By reason taught to scorn those fears
Early to lose! While, borne on busy wing, That rulgar minds molest,
Ye fip the nectar of each varying bloom; Le: no fantaltic terrors break
Nor fear, while basking in the beams of spring, My dear Varcilla's reft.
The wint'ry storm that sweeps you to the tomb; Thy life may all the tend'rest care
Think of her fate! revcre the heavenly hand Of Providence defend;
That led her hence, tho' soon, by steps fo flow; And delegated angels round
Long at her couch Death took his patient stand, Their guardian wings extend !
And menac'd oft, and oft withheld the blow : When thro' creation's vast expanse
To give reflcction time, with lenient art, The laft dread thunders roll,
Each fond delusion from her soul to steal ; Untune the concord of the spheres,
Teach her from folly peaceably to part, And shake the rising foul;
And wean her from a world the lov'd so well Unmov'd mayst thou the final storm
Say, are ye sure his mercy shall extend Of jarring worlds furvey,
To you so long a fpan Alas, ye figh! [friend, That ushers in the glad serene
Make then, while yet ye may, your God your Of everlasting day!
And learn with equal ease to Neep or die !
Nor think the Muse, whose fober voice ye hear, 107. Elegy on tbe Death of Lady Coventry. Contracts with bigot frown her sullen brow; Written in MDCCLX.
Cafts round religion's orb the mists of fcar, [glow. THE midnight clock has toll’d—and, hark !
Or Khades with horrors what with smiles ihould the bell
No-she would warm you with seraphic fire, Of death beats Now! heardye the note profound? Heirs as ye are of heaven's eternal day; It pauses now, and now, with rising knell, Would bid you boldly to that heaven afpire,
Flings to the hollow gale its fullen found. Not sink and llumber in your cells of clay. Yes-Coventry is dead. Attend the strain, Know, ye were form’d to range yon azure ficld,
Daughters of Albion! ye that, light as air, In yon ethereal founts of bliss to lave : so oft nave tripp'd in her fantastic train, Force then, secure in faith's protecting fhicld,
With hearts as gay, and faces half as fair: Thefting from death, the vict'ry from the grave! For shie was fair beyond your brightest bloom Is this the bigot's rant? Away, ye vain,
(This envy owns, since now her bloom is filed); Your hopes,your fcars, in doubt, in dulness steep; Fair as the forms that, wove in Fancy's loom,
Go soothe your souls, in sickness, grief, or pain, Float in light vision round the poet's head.
With the fad folace of cternal sleep! Whene er with soft ferenity the smild,
Yet will I praise you, triflers as ye are, Or caught the orient bluth of quick surprise, More than those prcachers of your fav'rite creed, How sweetly mutable, how brightly wild,
Who proudly swell the brazen throat of war, The liquid lustre darted from hör eyes! Who form the phalanx, bid the battle bleed, Each look, each motion, wak'd a new-born grace, Nor wish for more ; who conquer but to die, That o'er her form its transient glory cast :
Hear, Folly, hear, and triumph in the tale! Some lovelier wonder soon usurp'd the place, Like you they rcafon, not like you enjoy
Chasd by a charm still lovelier than the last. The breeze of bliss that fills your lilken sail : That bell again! It tells us what she is ; On pleasure's glitt'ring stream ye gaily steer
On what the was, no more the strain prolong: Your little course to cold oblivion's shore; Luxuriant fancy, pause ! an hour like this They dare the storm, and thro’th’inclcmcnt year
Demands the tribute of a serious long. Stem the roughsurge,and brave the torrent's roar. Maria claims it from that fable bier,
Is it for glory? That just Fate denies : Where coldand wan thellumb'rer rests her head; Long must the warrior moulder in his shroud, In ftill small whispers to reflection's ear Ere from her trump the heaven-breath'd accents
She breathes the solemn dictates of the dead. That lift the hero from the fighting crowd! [rise,
Proclaim the theme by fage, by fool, rever'd; To curb the fury of insulting focs ?
Ambition, ceafe! the idle contest end: 'Tis Naturc speaks, and Nature will be heard. 'Tis but a kingdom thou cant win or lose.
And why must murder'd myriads lose their all Too ačtively awake at friendship's voice, (If lite be all), why defolation low'r
The poet's bofoin pours the ferrent strain, With famish'd frown on this affrighted ball, Till tad reflection blames the harty choice,
That thou may 'It fame the meteor of an hour? And oft invokes oblivion's aid in vain. Go, wiser ye, that Autter life away,
Call we the shade of Pope from that bleft bow'r, Crown with the mantling juice the goblet high!
Where thron’d he lits with many a tuneful sage ; Wcave the light dance, with feftive freedom gay, Ark, if he ne'er bemoans that hapless hour And live your moment, since the next ye die !
When St. John's name illumin'd glory's page. Yet know, vain sceptics ! know, th’Almighty Alk, if the wretch, who dar'd his mem'ry stain; Mind,
Aik, if his country's, his religion's foe, Who breath'd on man a portion of his fire,
Deferv'd the meed that Marlbro' fail'd to gaini Badc his free foul, by earth nor time contin's, The deathluts meed he only could below: To heaven, to immortality afpire.
The band will tell thce, the misguided praise Nor Mall the pile of hope his mercy rear'd
Clouds the celestial funshine of his breast; By vain philofophy b:e'er dettroy'd :
E’en now, repentant of his erring lays, Eternity, by all or with'd or fear’d,
He leaves a sigh amid the realms of reft. Shall be by all or fuffer'd or enjoy'd! If Pope thio' friendfip fail d, indignant view, NOTE. In a book of French verscs, intitled,
Yet pity, Dryden--ark, whene'er he fings, Oeuvres du Philojopbe de Sans Souci, and lately Ilow adulation drops hiei courtly dew reprinted at Berlin by authority, under the title
On titled rhymers and inglorious kings! of Pobjies Diverses, may be found an Ep.stle Sce, froin the depths of his cxhaustlefs mine, to Marshal Keith, written professedly againit the liis glitt'ring stores the tunetul spendthrift immortality of the foul. By way of specimen of
throws : the whole, take the following lines:
Where fear or int’rest bidi, behold they finc; De l'avenir, cher Kvith, jugeons par le passé :
Nowgrace a Cromwell's,nowa Charles's brows, Comme avant que je fusse il n'avoit point pense; Born with too gün'ious or too mean a heart, De même, après ma mort, quind toutes mes parties Dryden! in vain to thee those stores were lents Par la corruption furont anéanties,
Thy fiveeteft numbers but a tritling art; Par un mème dettin il ne pensera plus !
Tliy ftrongest diction idly eloquent. Non, rien n'est plus ceriain, soyons en convaincu.
The simplest lyre, if truth directs its lays, It is to this Epifle that the latter part of the Waibles a meludly ne'er heard from thine : Elegy alludes.
Not to dilgust wish falte or renal praise,
Was Parnell's moduft faine, and may be mine $ 108. Elegy to a young Nobleman leaving the Gothen, my friend, nor let thy candid breast Univerjity. Mason.
Condemn me, if I check the plaufive string :
Go to the wayward would; complete the reft; RE vet, ingenuous youth, thy steps retire [vale, ER From Cam's smooth margin, andine
Be what the purest mufe would with to fing.
peacetul Whère science call'd thee to her fucijous quire,
Be still thyself: that open path of truth, And met thee musing in her cloilters pale;
Which led thee herc, let manhood firm pursue ;
Retain the fiveet fimplicity of youth;
And all chy virtue dictates, dare to do.
On vice's front let fearful caution low'r;
And teach the diffident, discreeter part [pow'r. Yet know, the time arrives, the dang'rous time, Of knaves that ploi, and fools that fawn for
When all those virtues, op’ning now so fair, Transplanted to the world's tempestuous clime,
So, round thy bros when age's honours spread, Must learn each pallion's boist’rous breath to when the green turf lies lightly on his head, [lyre,
When death's cold hand unftrings thy Malon's bear;
Thy worth thall some superior bard inspire: There, if ambition, peftilent and pale, Or luxury should taint their vernal glow;
He to the amplest bounds of time's domain If cold self-interest, with her chilling gale,
On rapture's plume shall give thy name to fly; Shouldblast th’unfolding blossomsere they blow;
For truft, with rev'rerrce trust, this Sabine strain,
«The Muse forbids the virtuous man to die.' If mimic hues, by art or fashion spread,
Their genuine fimple colouring Thould fupply; O may with them thcie laureate honours fade, § 109. The Choice of Hercules : from the Greek sind with them (if it can) my friendship die !
of Prodicus. Bp. Lowth. Then do not blame, if, tho' thyself inspire,
had the son of Jove, mature, attain'd Cautious I suike the panegyric fring;
The joyful prime; v hen youth, clate and gay, The Muse full oft pursues a meteor fire, Steps into lifc, and foilows unrestrain'd And, vainly veut'rous, soars on waxen wing: Wherepation leails; or prudencepoints the way.
In the purc mind, at those ambiguous years, With me retire from noise, and pain, and care,
Or vice, rank weed, first strikes her pois’nous Embath'd in bliss, and wrapt in endless ease :
Then will I grant thccallthy foul's desire; [fight;
Thcfumptuous feast, enhanc'dwith music's sound,
His walk, and lost in meditation stray'd Rich odours, breathing ch viceft liveets around;
The fragrant bow'r, cool fountain, thady grove;
[thy bed, Here virtue's rough alcent, there pleasures How'ry Joy shall attend thy steps, and case fhall iinooth Much did the view divide his wav'ring mind:
There will I freely, conitantly fupply,
Plcatures pot carn'd with toil, nor mix'd with
Nor labour bathe in liveat thy careful brow,
I.ct the laborious hind subdue the soil;
Won by the foldier thou shalt share the fpoil :
to , ." The first in native dignity furpatsid;
Her winning voice the youth attentive caught:
He gaz'd impatient on the smiling maid;
Still gaz'd, and listen d; then her name befought:
name, fair youth, is Happiness,” she faid: August the trod, yet moleft was her air; [wore : “Welícan my friends this envied truth maintain ; Serene her eye, yet dating heavenly fire.
They share mybliss,theybest can speak my praise; Still the drew near; and nearer till more fair,
Tho' Slander call me Sloth (detraction vain!) More mild, appear d: yet tuch as might intpire "Heed not what Slander, vain detracter, says; Pllajure corrected with an awful fear;
Slander,ftill prompt true merit to defame, ( name."
By this arriv'd the fair majestic maid;
She all the while, with the same modest pace,
With manly tone, “thy birth of heavenly race:
Thy tender age, that lov'd instruction's voice, Lights the danc'd along; her robe betray'd
Promis'd thee generous, patient,brave,and wise ;
Whenmanhoodihould confirm thyglorious choice,
[disguise: Eie) on her fhad a contcious look ihe throw: | But what truth prompts, my tongue thall not Then all around her cati a carelets giance,
The steep afccnt mult be with toil subducd;
Hnour rewards the brave and bold alone;
With freedom bland the wond'ring youth ad- Danger and toii ftand stern belore hei throre,
And guard (lo jove commands) thefacred viace: sweet as the honey-dew Aow'd her enchanting Wholeeks her must the mighty coft fustai., [pain. tongue :
And pay the price of fam-labour, and care, an "Dear Hercules, whence this unkind delay?
Wouldit thou engage the gods feculiar care? Das youth, what doubts can thus diftract thy O Hercules, th’immortal pow'is adone! Securels follow where I lead the way, [mind? With a pure heart, with facrince, and pray'r drange thro' wilds of pleasure uncontin'd.
Attend their altars, and their aid implore.