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But mount to gentler praises, mount again,
My thoughts, prophetic of Meffiah's reign;
Perceive the glories which around him shine,
And thus thine hymn be crown'd with grace divine.
'Tis here the numbers find a bright repofe,
The vows accepted, and the votary goes.
But thou, my foul, upon her accents hung, :
And fweetly pleas'd with what she sweetly fung,
Prolong the pleasure with thine inward eyes,
Turn back thy thoughts, and see the subject rise.
In her peculiar cafe, the fong begun,

And for a while through private blessings run,
As through their banks the curling waters play,
And foft in murmurs kifs the flowery way,
With force encreasing then she leaps the bounds,
And largely flows on more extended grounds;
Spreads wide and wider, till vaft seas appear,
And boundlefs views of Providence are here.
How swift these views along her anthem glide,
As waves on waves push forward in the tide!
How swift thy wonders o'er my fancy sweep,
O Providence, thou great unfathom'd deep!
Where Refignation gently dips the wing,
And learns to love and thank, admire and fing;
But bold prefumptuous reasonings, diving down
To reach the bottom, in their diving drown.

Neglecting man, forgetful of thy ways,
Nor owns thy care, nor thinks of giving praise,
But from himself his happiness derives,

And thanks his wisdom, when by thine he thrives ;

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His limbs at eafe in foft repose he spreads,
Bewitch'd with vain delights, on flowery beds;
And, while his fense the fragrant breezes kiss,
He meditates a waking dream of bliss;

He thinks of kingdoms, and their crowns are near ;
He thinks of glories, and their rays appear;

He thinks of beauties, and a lovely face
Serenely fmiles in every taking grace;
He thinks of riches, and their heaps arife,
Difplay their glittering forms, and fix his eyes;
Thus drawn with pleasures in a charming view,
Rifing he reaches, and would fain pursue.
But ftill the fleeting fhadows mock his care,
And ftill his fingers grafp at yielding air;
Whate'er our tempers as their comforts want,
It is not man's to take, but God's to grant.
If then, perfifting in the vain design,
We look for blifs without an help divine,
We still may fearch, and fearch without relief,
Nor only want a bliss, but find a grief.
That such conviction, may to fight appear,
Sit down, ye fons of men, spectators here;
Fehold a fcene upon your felly wrought,
And let this lively scene inftruct the thought.
Boy, blow the pipe until the bubble rife,
Then caft it off to float upon the skies;

Still fwell its fides with breath-O beauteous frame!
It grows, it fhines: be now the world thy name !
Methinks creation forms itself within,

The men, the towns, the birds, the trees, are feen;

The

The kies above present an azure show,
And lovely verdure paints an earth below.
I'll wind myself in this delightful sphere,
And live a thousand years of pleasure there;
Roll'd up in bliffes, which around me close,
And now regal'd with these, and now with those.
Falfe hope, but falfer words of joy, farewell,
You 've rent the lodging where I meant to dwell,
My bubbles burst, my prospects difappear,

And leave behind a moral and a tear.

If at the type our dreaming fouls, awake,

And Hannah's ftrains their juft impreffion make,
The boundless power of Providence we know,
And fix our trust on nothing here below.

Then he, grown pleas'd that men his greatness own
Looks down ferenely from his starry throne,
And bids the blefied days our prayers have won
Put on their glories, and prepare to run.
For which our thanks be justly fent above,
Enlarg'd by gladnefs, and infpir'd with love:
For which his praises be for ever fung,
O fweet employment of the grateful tongue!
Burst forth, my temper, in a godly flame,
For all his bleffings laud his holy name :
That, ere mine eyes faluted chearful day,
A gift devoted in the womb I lay,

Like Samuel vow'd, before my breath I drew,
O could I prove in life like Samuel too!
That all my frame is exquifitely wrought,

The world enjoy'd by fenfe, and God by thought;"

That

That living ftreams through living channels glidey
To make this frame by Nature's course abide ; ·
That, for its good, by Providence's care,
Fire joins with water, earth concurs with air;
That Mercy's ever-inexhausted store

Is pleas'd to proffer, and to promife more;
And all the proffers ftream with grace divine,
And all the promifes with glory fhine.

O praise the Lord, my foul, in one accord,
Let all that is within me praise the Lord;
O praise the Lord, my fout, and ever ftrive:
To keep the fweet remembrances alive.
Still raife the kind affections of thine heart, -
Raife every grateful word to bear a part,
With every word the ftrains of love devife,
Awake thine harp, and thou thyself arise;
Then, if his Mercy be not half exprefs'd,.
Let wondering Silence magnify the rest.

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MY thought, on views of admiration hung, Intently ravish'd, and depriv'd of tongue,

Now darts a while on earth, a while in air,

Here mov'd with praise, and mov'd with glory there 3
The joys entrancing, and the mute furprize,
Half fix the blood, and dim the moistening eyes;
Pleasure and praise on one another break,
An exclamation longs at heart to speak ;

When

When thus my Genius on the work defign'd,
Awaiting closely, guides the wandering mind.

If, while thy thanks would in thy lays be wrought, A bright aftonishment involve the thought, If yet thy temper would attempt to fing, Another's quill fhall imp thy feebler wing; Behold the name of royal David near, Behold his musick, and his measures hear, Whose harp Devotion in a rapture ftrung, And left no state of pious fouls unfung.

Him to the wondering world but newly fhewn,
Celestial Poetry pronounc'd her own;

A thousand hopes, on clouds adorn'd with rays,
Bent down their little beauteous forms to gaze;
Fair-blooming Innocence, with tender years,
And native Sweetnefs for the ravish'd ears,
Prepar'd to finile within his early fong,

And brought their rivers, groves, and plains along
Majestic Honour, at the palace bred,
Enrob'd in white, embroider'd o'er with red,
Reach'd forth the fceptre of her royal fate,
His forehead touch'd, and bid his lays be great ;
Undaunted Courage, deck'd with manly charms,
With waving azure plumes, and gilded arms,
Difplay'd the glories and the toils of fight,
Demanded Fame, and call'd him forth to write.
To perfect thefe, the facred Spirit came,
By mild infufion of celestial flame,

And mov'd with dove-like candour in his breast,
And breath'd his graces over all the rest.

Ah!

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