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From the seats of endless peace

Ha! while I gaze, pale Cynthia fades, They brought the Son, the Lord of Grace; The bursting carth unveils the ades! They taught him to receive a birth,

All now, and wan, and wrapp'd with throwds, To clothe in Aeth, to live on carth;

They rise in vifonary crowds; And after, lifted him on high,

And all with fober accent cry, And taught him on the cross to dic,

“ Think, mortal, what it is to dic !" Love celestial, ardent fire,

Now, from yon black and fun'ral view, O, extreme of fivcet defire!

That bathes the charnel-house with dew, Spread thy brightly raging faine

Methinks I hear a voice beginThrough and orer all my framg;

(Ye raveir, ccase your croaking din; Let it warm me, let it burn,

Ye tolling clocks, no time resound
Let my corpse to aihes turn;

O'er the long lake and inidnight ground)
And, might thy Aame thus act with me, It sends a peal of hollow groans,
To set the soul from body free,

Thus speaking from anong the bones :
I next would use thy wings, and Ay

“ When men my fcythi and darts fupply, To incet my Jesus in the sky!

How gicat a King of Fears am I!,
They view me like the last of things;

They make, and then they drcad, my, itings. § 42. A Night Piece on Death. PARSELL.

Fools! if you loss provok'd your fears, By thic blue taper's trembling light

No more my spectre-forın appears : No more I waste the wakeful night, Death's but a path that must be trod, Intest with endless view to pore

If inan would ever pass to God:
The schoolmen and the sages o'er :

A port of calms, a state of ease,
Their books from wisdom widely stray, Froin the rough rage of swelling seas.
Or point, at beft, the longest way.

Why, then, thy Noiving fable stoles,
I'll leck a readier path, and go

Deep pending cypress, mourning poles, Where witdom's furely taught below.

Loote tcarfs to fall athwart thy weeds, How deep yon azure dies the sky!

Long palis, drawn hearses, cover'd teeds, Where orbs of gold unnumber'd lie;

And plumes of black, that, as they tread, While thro' their ranks, in filver pride,

Nod o'er the 'scutcheops of the dead The nether creicent seems to glidc.

Nor can the parted body know, The numbering breeze forgets to breathe,

Nor wants the foul, these forms of y'oc: The lake is smooth, and clear beneath,

As inen who long in prison dwell, Where once again the Spangled thow

With lainps that glimmer round the cell, Descends to meet our eyes below.

Whene'er their suff'ring years are run, The grounds which on the right aspire, Spring forth to greet the glittering fun; In dimnets froin the view retire;

Such joy, tho' far tranfcending fense, The left presents a place of graves,

Have pious souls at parting hence. Whofe wall the filent water laves.

On earth, and in the body plac'd, That steepic guides thy doubtful fight

A few and evil years they wante : Among the livid gleams of night;

But, when their chains are cast aside, There pass, with melancholy itate,

See the glad feene unfolding wide; By all the folemn heaps of fate;

Clap the glad wing, and tow'r away, And think, as foftly-lad you trcad

And mingle with the blazc of day.
Above the venerable dead,

• Time was, like thee, they life pofTeft;
• And time Hall be, that thou shalt rett.

43. Mediah, a Sacred Eclogue. " Pore: Those graves, with bending olier bound; YENymphs of Solyma! begin the Song That namclets heave the cruinbled ground, To hlavenly themes fublimer strains belong Quick to the glancing thought disclole The molly fountains and the sylvan fhades, Where toil and poverty repose.

The drcains of Pindus and th’Aonian maids, The flat finooth stones that bear a name, Delight no more.-( Thou my voice intpire, The chiftel's slender help to famc

Who touch'd Ifaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! (Which ere dur ict of friends decay,

Rape into future times, the bard begun: Their frequent fteps may wear away)

A Virgin fhall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son! A iniddle race of inortals own,

From Jedie's rood behold a branch arise, Nien halt ambitious, all unknown.

Whole sacred Pow'r with fragranci fillo the skies: The ipable tombs that rite on high, Th'etherealípirit o'er its leaves shall move, IVhofc dcad in vaulted arches lie,

And on it; topticfcends the mytiic Dove. Whofe pillars twell with tculpturd ftones, Ye hcar'ns! from high the dewy nectar pour, Arms, an eis, epitaphs, and cones;

And in soft frience thed the kindly fhow'si There, all the poor remains of it.te,

The fick and w cak thc healing plant shall aid, Adorn the rich, or praise the great;

From storms a fhelter, and from heat a thade; Who, while on earth in fame they iive, All crimes thaliceale, and antient fraud Irall fails Are fcnicleis of the fame they give.

Keturning Juttice lift aloft her (cale;


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Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend, Pleas'd, the green luftre of their scales survey,
And white-rob'd Innocence from hcav'n descend. And with their forky tongue fhall innocently play.
Swift fly the years, and rise th’expected morn! Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise!
Oh spring to light, aufpicious Babe, be born! Exalt thy tow'ry head, and lift thy eyes !
See Nature hattes her earliest wreathes to bring, Sce a long race thy spacious courts adorn;
With all the incense of the breathing spring; See future fons and daughters, yet unborn,
See lofty Lebanon his head advance,

In crowding ranks on ev'ry fidc arile,
See nodding forests on the mountains dance, Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
See spicy clouds from lowly Saron rise, Sec barb'rous nations at thy gates attend,
And Carmel's flow'ry top perfumes the skies! Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend;
Hark! a glad voice the lonely defart cheers; See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate kings,
Prepare the way! a God, a God appears ! And ńcap d with products of Sabæan springs i
A God, a God! the vocal hills reply:

For thee Idume's 1picy forests blow,
The rocks proclaim th'approaching Dşity. And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow.
Lo, earth receives him from the bending ikies ! See heav'n its Iparkling portals wide display,
Sink down, ye mountains, and, ye vallics, rise! And break upon thee in a food of day.
With heads declin'd, ye cedars, homage pay; No more the rising Sun Mall gild the morn,
Be smooth, ye rocks; ye rapid foods, give way! Nor ev’ning Cynthia fill her silver hom;
The SAVIOUR comes ! — by ancient Bards But lost, diffolv'd in thy superior' rays,

One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze
Hear him, ye deaf! and, all ye blind, behold! O'erflow thy courts: the Light himself (ball dine
He from thick filins shall purge the visual ray, Reveald, and God's ctcrnal day be thinc;
And on the fightless eye-ball pour the day: The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay,
'Tis he th'obstructed paths of found shall clear, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away,
And bid new music charm th’unfolding car; But fix'd his word, his faving pow'r remains :
The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, Thy realm for everlasts, thy own Messiah reigns ?
And leap exuiciog like the bounding roe.
No figh, no murmur, the wide world Ihall hear;

44. An Elezy, uritien in a Country ChurchFrom ev'ry face he wipes off ev'ry tear.

Yard. GRAY.
In adamantine chains shall death be bound,
And he glim tyrant feel th'eternal wound THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day:
As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care,

The lowing herd winds Nowly o'er the lea,
Seeks freshest pafture and the purest air,

The plowman homeward plods his weary way,

And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Explores the loft, the wand'ring theep direets,
By day o'erfees them, and by night prote&ts :

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the fight,
The tender lambs hc railes in his arms,

And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Feeds from his hand, and in his botom warms; Save where the beetle wheels his drony flight,
Thus thall mankind his guardian care engage,

And drouty tinklings lull the distant folds;
The promis'd Faiher of the future age. Save that, from yonder ivy-manticd toi'r,
No more shall nation againit nation risc,

The moping owi docs to the Moon complain
Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes, Of such, as, wand'ring near her secret bow'r,
Nor fields with gleaming ficel be cover'd o'er, Moleft her ancient, solitary reign.
The brazen trumpets kinelle rage no more ;
But useless lances into fcythes Thall bend,

Beneath those rugged clins, that yew-trec's shade,
And the broad faulchion in a plowshare end.

Where heaves the turf in many a inould’ring

Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, [heat,
The Slaces shall rise; the joyful fon
Shall anith what his short-livd fire begun;

The rude forefathers of the hamlet sccp.
Their vines a lhadow to their race Mall yield,

The brcczy callofincense-breathing morn, [thed,
And the fame hand that sow'd lhall reap the field. The swallow, twitt'ring from the straw-built
The fwain in barren defarts, with surprize, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise; Nomore shallrouse them from their lowly bel.
And starts, anidst the thirsty wilds, to hear For them no more the blazing hearth thall burn,
New falls of water murmuring in his ear. Or busy housewife ply her evening care :
On rifted rocks, the dragons late abodes, Nor children run to lilp their fire's return,
The green reed trembles, and the balruth nods;

Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Walte sandy vallies, once preplex'd with thorn, oft did the harvest to their sickle yield;
The spiry fír and shapely box adorn ;
To leafless shrubs the flow'ring palm fuccced,

Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;
Andod'rous myrtle to the noisome weed. (mead, How jocund did they drive their teams afield"
The lambs with wolves hall graze the verdant

How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy
And boys in flow'ry bands the tyger lead ;

· stroke!
The fteer and lion at one crib Thall mect, Let not ambition mock their useful toil,
And harmless ferpents lick the pilgrim's feet; - Their horncly joys, and destiny obscure;
The similing infant in his hand shall take Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The crcítcd bafilik and ípeckled Inake,

The short and simple annals of the poor.


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The boaft of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,
And all that beauty, all that health e'er gave,
Await, alike, th'inevitable hour;

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Nor you, ye proud, impute to thefe the fault,
If mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raife,
Where thro' the long-drawnile and fretted vault,
The pealing anthem fwells the note of praise.
Can storied urn, or animated bust,

Back to its manfion call the fleeting breath! Can Honour's voice provoke the filent duft, Or Flatt'ry foothe the dull cold ear of death. Perhaps, in this neglected fpot is laid

Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire: Hands, that the rod of empire might have fway'd, Or wak'd to extafy the living lyre. But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the fpoils of Time, did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury exprefs'd their noble rage,

And froze the genial current of the foul. Full many a gem, of pureft ray serene,

The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear; Full many a flow'r is born to blush unseen,

And wafte its sweetnefs on the defart air. Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breaft The little tyrant of his fields with food; Some mute inglorious Milton here may reft; Some Cromwell guiltlefs of his country's blood. Th'applaufe of lift'ning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to defpife, To fcatter plenty o'er a fmiling land,

And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade : nor circumfcrib'd alone [fin'd; Their growing virtues, but their crimes conForbade to wade through flaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The ftruggling pangs of confcious truth to hide, To quench the blufhes of ingenious fhame, Or heap the thrine of Luxury and Pride

With incenfe kindled at the Mufe's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble ftrife Their fober withes never learn'd to stray;. Along the cool fequefter'd vale of life

They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. Yet cv'n thefe bones from infult to protect,

Some frail memorial till erected nigh, With uncouth rhimes and fhapelefs fcuplture

Implores the paffing tribute of a figh. [deck`d, Their name, their years, fpelt by th'unletter'd The place of fame and elegy fupply: mufe, And many a holy text around the firews,

That teach the ruftic moralift to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleafing anxious being e'er reign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor caft one longing, ling'ring, look behind? On fome fond breast the parting foul relies, Some pious drops the clofing eye requires: E 'n from the tomb the voice of nature cries; Ev'n in our afhes live their wonted fires.

For thee, who, mindful of th’unhonour'd dead,
Doft in thefe lines their artless tale relate;
If, chance, by lonely Contemplation led,
Soine kindred fpirit fhall inquire thy fate :
Haply fome hoary-headed fwain may fay,
"Oft have we feen him, at the peep of dawn,
Brufhing, with hafty fteps, the dews away,
To meet the fun upon the upland lawn.
There at the foot of yonder nodding beech,

That writhes its old fantastic roots so high, His liftlefs length at noon-tide would he ftretch, And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. Hard by yon wood, now fmiling, as in fcoru,

Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove; Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or craz❜d with care, or crofs'd in hopeless love. One morn I mifs'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree: Another came; nor yet befide the rill,

Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. The next, with dirges due, in fad array, [borne, Slow thro' the church-yard path we faw him Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.“


Here refts his head upon the lap of earth,

A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his foul fincere; Heav'n did a recompence as largely fend: He gave to Mis'ry all he had, a tear; [a friend. He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he with'd) No farther feek His merits to difclofe

Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repofe) The bofom of his Father and his God.

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Thro' all her caves in dreadful murmurs found
Ile rules with wide and abfolute command
O'er the broad occan and the ftedfatt land;
Jehovah reigas, unbounded, and alone;
And all creation hangs beneath his throne:
He reigns alone; let no inferior nature
Ufurp, or thare the throne of the Creator.
He faw the ftruggling beams of infant dight
Shoot thro' the mally gloom of ancient night;

His fpirit hufh'd the elemental ftrife,

And brooded o'er the kindling feeds of life: Seafons and months began the long proceffion, And measur'd o'er the year in bright fucceffion. The joyful fun fprung up th'ethereal way, Strong as a giant, as a bridegroom gay; And the pale moon diffus'd her fhadowy light Superior o'er the dufky brow of night; Ten thoufand glitt'ring lamps the skies adorning, Numerous as dew drops from the womb of morning.

Earth's blooming face with rifing flow'rs he dreft,

And spread a verdant mantle o'er her breaft; Then from the hollow of his hand he pours The circling waters round her winding fhores; The new-born world in their cool arms embracing,

And with soft murmurs still her banks careffing. At length fhe rofe complete in finish'd pride, All fair and spotless, like a virgin bride; Fresh with untarnish'd luftre as the stood, Her Maker blefs'd his work, and call'd it good; The morning-ftars, with joyful acclamation, Exulting fung, and hail'd the new creation.

Yet this fair world, the creature of a day, Tho built by God's right hand, muft pafs away; And long oblivion creep o'er mortal things, The fate of empires, and the pride of kings: Eternal night fhall veil their proudest story, And drop the curtain o'er all human glory.

The fun himself, with weary clouds oppreft,
Shall in his filent, dark pavilion reft,
His golden urn fhall, broke and ufelefs, lie
Amidst the common ruins of the fky!

The ftars rufh headlong in the wild commotion,

And bathe their glitt'ring foreheads in the ocean,

For the vine's exalted juice,
For the gen'rous olive's ule:
Yellow fheaves of ripen'd grain,
Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews,
Suns that temp'rate warmth diffufe:
All that Spring, with bounteous hand,
Scatters o'er the fmiling land:
All that lib'ral Autumn pours
From her rich o'erflowing stores:
Thefe to thee, my God, we owe;
Source whence all our bleffings flow;
And for thefe, my foul fhall raife
Grateful vows and folemn praife.
Yet fhould rifing whirlwinds tear
From its ftem the rip'ning ear;
Drop her green untimely fruit;
Should the fig-tree's blafted fhoot
Should the vine put forth no more,
Nor the olive yield her ftore;
And the herds defert the stall;
Though the fick'ning flocks fhould fall,

Should thine alter'd hand reftra.n
The early and the latter rain;
And the rifing year destroy;
Blaft each op'ning bud of joy,

Yet to thee my foul fhould raise
Grateful vows and folemn praife;
And, when ev'ry bleffing's flown,
Love thee-for thyself alone.

$47. HY M N III,

For Eafter-Sunday.

But fix'd, O God! for ever ftands thy throne; AGAIN the Lord of Life and Light

Jehovah reigns, a univerfe alone;
Th'eternal fire that feeds each vital flame,
Collected or diffus'd, is ftill the fame.
He dwells within his own unfathom'd effence,
And fills all space with his unbounded prefence.
But oh our highest notes the theme debase,
And filence is our leaft injurious praife: [troul,
Ceafe, ceate your fongs, the daring flight con-
Revere him in the ftilnefs of the foul;
With filent duty meekly bend before him,
And deep within your inmoft hearts adore him.

§ 46. HY M N II.

PRAISE to God, immortal praise *,
For the love that crown our days;
Bountcous fource of ev'ry joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ;
For the bleffings of the field,

For the ftores the gardens yield,

Awakes the kindling ray; Unfeals the eyelids of the morn, And pours increasing day.

O what a night was that which wrapt
what a fun which broke this day,
The heathen world in gloom!
Triumphant from the tomb!

This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hofannas fung;
Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart,
And praife on ev'ry tongue.
Ten thousand diff'ring lips fhall join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which featters bleflings from its wings,
To nations yet unborn.

Jefus, the friend of human kind,
With ftrong compaffion mov'd,
Defcended, like a pitying God,
To fave the fouls he lov'd.

Although the fig-tree fhall not bloffom, neither shall fruit be, in the vines, the labour of the olive fhall fail, and the fields fhall yield no meat, the flocks thall be cut off from the fold, and there fhall be no herd in the ftalls: yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my falvation. HABAKKUK iii. 17, 18.


The pow'rs of darkness leagu'd in vain

To bind his foul in death;
He shook their kingdom when he fell,
With his expiring breath.

Not long the toils of hell could keep
The hope of Judah's line;
Corruption never could take hold
On aught fo much divine.

And now his conqu'ring chariot wheels
Afcend the lofty fkies;

While broke, beneath his pow'rful cross, Death's iron fceptre lies.

Exalted high at God's right hand,

And Lord of all below,
Thro' him is pard'ning love difpens'd,
And boundlefs bleffings flow.
And ftill for erring, guilty man,
A brother's pity flows;
And ftill his bleeding heart is touch'd
With mem'ry of our woes.
To thee, my Saviour and my King,
Glad homage let me give;
And ftand prepar'd like thee to die,
With thee that I may live.

$48. HY M N IV.

BEHOLD where, breathing love divine,
Our dying Master ftands!
His weeping followers gath'ring round,
Receive his laft commands.

From that mild Teacher's parting lips
What tender accents fell!
The gentle precept which he gave
Became its Author well.

"Blefs'd is the man whofe foft'ning heart
"Feels all another's pain;
"To whom the fupplicating eye
"Was never rais'd in vain :
"Whofe breast expands with gen'rous warmth
"A ftranger's woes to feel;
"And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
"He wants the pow'r to heal.
"He fpreads his kind fupporting arms
"To ev'ry child of grief;
"His fecret bounty largely flows,
"And brings unask'd relief.
"To gentle offices of love

"His feet are never flow;

"He views, thro' mercy's melting eye, "A brother in a foc.

"Peace from the bofom of his God.

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My peace to him I give;

"And when he kneels before the throne, "His trembling foul fhall live. "To him protection fhall be fhewn; "And mercy from above "Defcend on those who thus fulfil "The perfect law of love.”

§ 49. HY MN V. AWAKE, my foul! lift up thine eyes, See where thy foes against thee rile, In long array, a num'rous hoft; Awake my foul, or thou art loft. Here giant danger threat'ning ftands, Muft'ring his pale terrific bands; There pleafure's filken banners fpread, And willing fouls are captive lcd. See where rebellious paffions rage, And fierce defires and lufts engage; The meaneft foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands flain. Thou tread'ft upon enchanted ground, Perils and fnares befet thee round; Beware of all, guard ev'ry part, But moft, the traitor in thy heart. Come then, my foul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal fhield; Put on the armour from above Of heav'nly truth and heav'nly love. The terror and the charm repel, And pow'rs of earth, and pow'rs of hell : The Man of Calvary triumph'd here; Why should his faithful followers fear?

§ 50. An Address to the Deity.

Mrs. BARBAULD, Deus eft quodcunque vides, quocunque moveris. LUCAN


OD of my life! and Author of my days! Permit my feeble voice to lifp thy praise ; And, trembling, take upon a mortal tongue That hallow'd name to harps of Seraphs fung: Yet here the brightest Seraphs could no more Than hide their faces, tremble, and adore. Worms, angels, men, in ev'ry diff'rent sphere Are equal all; for all are nothing here. All nature faints beneath the mighty name Which Nature's works, thro' all her parts, pro¬


I feel that name my inmoft thoughts controul,
And breathe an awful ftillnefs thro' my foul;
As by a charm the waves of grief fubfide,
Impetuous paflion ftops her headlong tide:
At thy felt prefence all emotions ceafe,
And my hush'd fpirit finds a fudden peace,
Till ev'ry worldly thought within me dies,
And earth's gay pageants vanish from my eyes
Till all my fenfe is loft in infinite,
And one vast object fills my aching fight.

But foon, alas! this holy calm is broke;
My foul fubmits to wear her wonted yoke;
With fhackled pinions ftrives to foar in vain,
And mingles with the drofs of earth again.
But he, our gracious Master, kind as just,
Knowing our frame, remembers man is duft.
His fpirit, ever brooding o'er our mind,
Sees the first wish to better hopes inclin'd;
Marks the young dawn of ev'ry virtuous aim,
And fans the fmoking flax into a flame.

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