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And canft thou, stupid man, thofe forrows fee,
269. Death. EMILY.
Of unfufpicious youth, profufe of foul,
Of rude magnificence, your folemn rest, Amid your fretted vaults and length'ning ifles, Lonely to wander; no unholy gueft That means to break, with facrilegious tread, The marble flumbers of your monumented dead. Permit me, with fad mufings, that inspire
Unlabour'd numbers apt, your filence drear Blameless to wake, and with the Orphean lyre, Fitly attemper'd, footh the merciless ear Of Hades, and ftern death, whofe iron fway Great nature owns thro' all her wide domain; All that with oary fin cleave their smooth way Thro' the green bofom of the fpawny main, And those that to the streaming æther spread,
In many a wheeling glide, their feathery fail; And thofe that creep; and thofe that statelier tread, That roam o'er foreft, hill, or browsy dale; The victims cach of ruthless fate muft fall, [all. 'en God's own image, man, high paramount of
And ye, the young, the giddy, and the gay,
Thrice shall have roll'd her filver wheeled team,
Mufe o'er the prefent age, as I the laft; Who mouldering in the grave, yet once like you The various maze of life were seen to tread ; Each bent their own peculiar to pursue,
As custom urg'd or wilful nature led; Mix'd with the various crowds inglorious clay, The nobler virtues undiftinguifh'd lie; No more to melt with beauty's heav'n-born ray, No more to wet compaffion's tearful eye, Catch from the poet raptures not their own, And feel the thrilling melody of sweet renown. Where is the master-hand, whofe femblant art Chiffel'd the marble into life, or taught From the well-pencil'd portraiture to start
The nerve that beat with foul, the brow that thought!
Cold are the fingers that in ftone-fix'd trance The mute attention rivetting, to the lyre Struck language: dimm'd the poet's quick-ey'd
All in wild raptures flashing heav'n's own fire. Shrunk is the finew'd energy, that ftrung [breaft The warrior arm: where fleeps the patriot Whilom that heav'd impaffion'd! Where the tongue
That lanc'd its lightning on the tow'ring creft Of fcepter'd infolence, and overthrew [crew! Giant Oppreffion, leagu’d with all her earth-born Thefe now are paft; long, long, ye fleeting years,
Purfue with glory wing'd, your fated way, Ere from the womb of time unwelcome peers
The dawn of that inevitable day, [friend When wrapt in fhrouded clay their warmest The widow'd virtues fhall again deplore, When o'er his urn in pious grief shall bend
His Britain, and bewail one patriot more; For foon must thou, too foon who spread' Thy beaming emanations unconfin'd, [abroad, Doom'd, like fome better angel fent of God
To fcatter bleffings over humankind. Thou too muft fall, O Pitt! to fhine no more, And tread thefe dreadful paths a Faulkland trod before.
Faft to the driving winds the marshall'd clouds Sweep difcontinuous o'er th'ethereal plain; Another ftill upon another crowds;
All hast'ning downward to their native main. Tha
Thus paffes o'er thro' varied life's career, Man's fleeting age, the Scafons as they fly Snatch from us in their courfe, year after year, Some fwest connection, fome endearing tic. The parent, ever-honour'd, ever-dear,
Claims from the filial breaft the pious figh; A brother's urn demands the kindred tear, And gentle forrows gufh from friendship's eye. To-day we frolic in the rofy bloom [tomb. Of jocund youth-the morrow knalls us to the Who knows how foon in this fepulchral spot Shall Heav'n to me the drear abode allign! How foon the past irrevocable lot
Of thefe, that reft beneath me, fhall be mine. Haply, when Zephyr to thy native bourn [wave, Shall waft thee o'er the ftorm'd Hibernian Thy gentle breaft, my Tavistock, shall mourn To find me fleeping in the fenfelefs grave. No more the focial leifure to divide,
In the fweet intercourse of foul and foul, Blithe, or of graver brow; no more to chide The ling'ring years impatient as they roll, Till all thy cultur'd virtues fhall difplay, [day. Full bloffom'd, their bright honours to the gazing Ah, dearest youth! thefe vows perhaps unheard, The rude wind featters o'er the billowy main; Thefe prayers,at friendship's holy fhrine preferr'd, May rife to grafp their father's knees in vain. Soon, foon may nod the fad funereal plume
With folemn horror o'er thy timeless hearfe, And I furvive to grave upon thy tomb
The mournful tribute of memorial verfe. That leave to Heav'n's decifion-Be it thine, Higher than yet a parent's wishes flew, To foar in bright pre-eminence, and thine
Better employ'd in honour's bright career
Unnumber'd, that in fympathetic chain
A thoufand maladies are pofted round, With wretched man to wage eternal trife Unfeen, like ambuth'd Indians, till they wound There the fwoln hydrop ftands,the wat'ry rheum, The northern fcurvy, blotch with lep'rous And moping ever in the cloifter'd gloom [icale; Of learned floth, and bookish aithina pale: And the hunn'd hag unfightly, that ordain'd On Europe's fons to wreak the faithlefs foord Of Cortez, with the blood of millions ftam'd, O'er dog-ey'd luft the tort'ring fcourge ab[ber flight Shakes threat'ning; fince the while the wing'd From Amazon's broad wave, and Andes' fnowclad height.
Where the wan daughter of the yellow year,
The chatt'ring ague chill, the writhing stone, And he of ghattly feature, on whofe ear [moan, Unheeded croaks the death-bird's warning Marafinus; knotty gout; and the dead life
Of nervelefs palfy; there on purpose fell Dark brooding, whets his interdicted knife Grim fuicide, the damed fiend of hell. There too is the ftunn'd apoplexy pight **, The bloated child of gorg'd intemp'rance foul; Self-wafting melancholy, black as night,
Lowering, and foaming fierce with hideous The dog hydrophoby, and near ally'd [howl; Scar'd madness, with her moon-ftruck eye;
balls ftaring wide.
With felf-earn'd honours, eager to purfue Where glory, with her clear unfully'd rays, The well-born fpirit lights to deeds of mightiest praife.
'Twas the thy godlike Ruffell's bofom steel'd
With confidence untam'd, in his last breath
From the grim frowning brow of laurel'd war.
Better to die with glory, than recline
On the foft lap of ignominious peace; Than yawn out the dull droning life fupine In monkih apathy and gowned cafe.
There, ftretch'd one huge, beneath the rocky
Ere while that food o'er Taio's hundred fpires
Now runs, then ftops, then fhricks and fcours Staring diftra&tion: many a palace fair [fane, With millions finks ungulph'd, and pillar'd Old Ocean's fartheft waves contefs the fhock; Even Albion trembl'd, confcious, on his stedfaft rock.
Alluding to the Earthquake at Lisbon, 1 Nomber, 1755
The meagre famine there, and drunk with blood
Of roufed indignation, fhall withstand Th'Almighty, when he meditates to shower The bursting vengeance o'er a guilty land! Canft thou, fecure in reason's vaunted pride, Tongue-doughty mifcreant, who but now didft
Have I not been defended still
Of foft complaifance, lays him down to reft, Calm as the flumbering infant: from the goal Free and unbounded flies the difembodied foul. Whether fome delegated charge below, [claim; Some much lov'd friend its hovering care may Whether it heavenward foars, again to know That long-forgotten country whence it came; Conjecture ever, the misfeatur'd child
Of letter'd arrogance, delights to run Thro' fpeculation's puzzling mazes wild, And all to end at laft where it begun. Fan would we trace, with reafon's erring clue, The darkfome paths of deftiny aright; In vain, the talk were cafier to purfue
The trackles wheelings of the wallow's flight. From mortal ken himself the Almighty fhrouds, Pavilion in thick night and circumambient
§2. A Birth-Day Thought AN I. all gracious Providence l
Can I ufurve thy care? Ahjoo, I've not the leaft pretence To bounties which I fhare.
Yet (more than grandeur can bestow)
No ftrife has e'er disturb'd my peace;
I envy no one's birth or fame,
I ask and wish not to appear
More beauteous, rich, or gay; Lord, make me wifer ev'ry year, And better ev'ry day.
8271. A Moral Reflection. Written on the firs
But whether life's uncertain scene
Or whether death fhall come between,
And end my mortal race;
Or whether sickness, pain, or health,
Is regifter'd on high.
Too well I know what precious hours
To duft and dark nefs hafte.
But virtue is with glory crown'd,
Oh! let me die in peace!
§ 272. The Welcome Meenger.
How we could c'en contend to lay
For when grim death has loft his fting.
Jefus, then purge my crimes away,
Oh! if my threat'ning fins were gone,
But kind, and loft, and fweet,
I'd leap at once my feventy years,
And lofe my breath and all my cares,
Joyful I'd lay this body down,
EARTH has detain❜d me pris'ner long,
And I'm grown weary now:
Tir'd in my thoughts, I ftretch me down,
There the dear Man, my Saviour, fits,
Seraphs with elevated strains,
Circle the throne around,
And move and charm the starry plains
Jefus, the Lord, their harps employs;
And now they fink the lofty tone,
O facred beauties of the Man!
Then how he look'd and how he smil'd!
At his command the blind awake,
Thus, while, with unambitious ftrife,
And wonders of his love,
In the full choir a broken string
Then all at once to living strains
They fummon ev'ry chord;
In awful state the conqu'ring God
Now let me rife and join their fong,
My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue,
I would begin the mufic here,
There, ye that love my Saviour, fit
I am confin'd to earth no more,
$ 274. Happy Frailty. WATTS. He speaks and lo; all nature shakes :
Heav'n's everlasting pillars bow; HOW meanly dwells th'unthortal mind!
He rends the clouds with hideous cracks, • How vile these bodies are !
And Thoots his fiery arrows through. “ Why was a clod of earth design'd
Well, let the nations start and Ay “ T'enclolc a heav'nly star?
At the blue lightning's horrid glare ! “ W'eak cottage where our souls relide ! Atheists and emperors shrink and die, “ This fleíl a tott'ring wall;
When flame and noile torincnt the air. " With frightful breaches gaping wide, Let noise and Name confound thc skies, “ The building bends to fall.
And drown the specious realms below, All round it storitis of trouble blow,
Yet will we fing the Thund'rer's praise, " And waves of sorrow roli,
And fend our loud Hosannas through.
Celestial King, thy blazing pow's “ Cold waves and winter-storms beat thro', “ And pain the tenant-soul.
Kindles our hearts to flaming joys;
We thout to hear thy thunders roar, “ Alas! how frail our state !” said I ;
And echo to our Father's voice. And thus went mourning on,
Thus shall the God cur Saviour come, Till sudden, from the cleaving sky,
And lightnings round his chariot play! A gleam of glory thones
Ye lightnings Ay to make him room ; My soul all felt the glory come,
Ye glorious storins prepare his
way. And breath'd her native air; Then the remember'd heav'n her home,
$ 276. On Eternity. GIBBONS. And she a pris’ner here.
WHAT is cternity ? Can aught Straight she began to change her key,
Paint its duratiớn to the thought ? And, joyful in her pains,
Tell ev'ry beam the sun emics, She sang the frailty of her clay
When in fublimest noon he fits; In pleasurable strains,
Tell ev'ry light wing’d mote that ftrays
Within its ample round of rays; “ How weak the pris’n is where I dwell!
Tell all the leaves and all the buds “ Ficíh but a tott'ring wall !
That crown the garden, fields, and woods, “ The breaches cheerfully fortel
Tell all the spires of grass thc meads " The house must shortly fall.
Produce, when fpring propitious leads “ No morc, my friends, shall I complain, The new-born year; tell all the drops
“ Though all my heart-strings ache: That night, upon their bended tops, “ Welcoine disease, and ev'ry pain
Sheds in soft filence, to display That makes the cottage thake.
Their beauties with the rising day; « Now let the tempest blow all round;
Tell all the sand the occan laves, “ Now fivell the surges high,
Tell all its changes, all its waves; " And beat this house of bondage down,
Or tell with more laborious pains, “ To let the stranger Ay.
The drops its mighty mass contains ;
Be this astonishing account « I have a mansion built above, “ By the Eternal Hand;
Augmented with the full amount “ And should the earth's old basis move,
Of all the drops the clouds have shed,
Where'er their wat'ry feeces sprcadı
Thro' all time', long protracted tour “ Yes, for 'tis there my Saviour reigns
From Adam to the prefent hour ; (I long to see the God);
Still Thort the sum, nor can it vie And his immortal strength sustains
With the more num'rous years that lie “ The courts that cost him blood!
Embosom'd in Eternity. Hark, from on high my Saviour calls :
Was there a belt that could contain “ I come, my Lord, my Love :"
In its vast orb the earth and main ; Devotion breaks the prison walls,
With figures was it cluster'd o'e,
Without one cypher in the score ;
The total of the crowded line,
To reach duration's endless chain !
THE immenfe, the amazing height, For when as many years are run,
The bouudleis grandeur of our God! Unbounded age is but begun! Who treads the worlds beneath his feet,
Attend, O man, with awe divine i And lways the nations with his bod!
For tbis eternity is thine !
END OF THE FIRST BOOK.