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S some new Star attracts th' admiring Sight, A His Splendors pouring through the Fields
of Light, Whole Nights, delighted with th' unusual Rays, On the fair heav'nly Vistant we gaze: So thy fam'd Volumes sweet Surprise impart: Mark'd by all Eyes, and felt in ev'ry Heart. Nature inform’d by Thee, new Paths has trod, And rises, here, a Preacher for her God; By Fancy's Aids mysterious Heights she tries, And lures us by our Senses, to the Skies. To deck thy Stile collected Graces throng, Bold as the Pencil's Tints, yet soft as Song. In Themes, how rich thy Vein! how pure thy
Choice! Transcripts of Truths, own'd clear from Scrip
ture's Voice : Thy Judgment these, and Piety attest Transcripts—read only fairer in thy Breast. There, what thy Works would shew, we best may
see, And all they teach in Doctrine, lives in Thee. Oh!-might they live !-Our Prayers their
Strife engage; But thy fix'd Languors yield us sad Presage. In vain skill'd Medcine tries her healing Art : Disease, long Foe, entrenches at thy Heart. Yet on new Labours still thy Mind is prone, For a World's Good too thoughtless of thy own. Active, like Day's kindOrb, Life's Course yourun, Its Sphere still glorious, tho' a setting Sun. Redemption opes Thee wide her healing Plan, Health's only Balm; her soy'reign'st Gift to Man.
Themes sweet like these thy Ardors, fresh, excite:
Known were thy Merits to the Public long,
ENCE flow these solemn Sounds? this
raptur'd Strain ?
Celestial Visions bless thy studious Hours,
What fav'ring Pow'r, dispensing secret Aids, Thy cavern'd Cell, thy curtain'd Couch, per
vades? . Still hov'ring near, observant of thy Themes, In Whispers prompts thee,orinspires thy Dreams? Jesus! Effulgence of paternal Light!' Ineffably divine ! supremely bright! Whose Energy according Worlds attest, Kindled these Ardors in thy glowing Breast. We catch thy Flame, as we thy Page peruse ; And Faith in every Object Jesus views. We in the bloomy breathing Garden trace Somewhat-like Émanations of his Grace: Yet must all Sweetness and all Beauty yield, Idume's Grove, and Sharon's Flow'ry Field, Compar'd with Jesus: Meanly, meanly shows The brightest Lily, faint the loveliest Rose.
Divine Instructor! lead thro'midnight Glooms, To moralizing Stars, and preaching Tombs : Thro’the still Void a Saviour's Voice shall break, A Ray from Jacob's Star the Darkness streak: To Him the fairest Scenes their Lustre owe; His Cov'nant brightens the celestial Bow; His vast Benevolence profusely spreads The yellow Harvests, and the verdant Meads.
Thy Pupil, Hervey, a Redeemer finds In boundless Oceans, and in viewless Winds : He reins at Will the furious Blast, and guides The rending Tempests, and the roaring Tides. O give, my Soul, thy Welfare to his Trust: Whorais'd the World,can raise thy sleeping Duft!
He will, he will, when Nature's Course is run,
Tho' nearer to the Throne my HERVEY sings;
John Duick. Clarken-well-Green,
Feb. 24, 1749. * ook ook om ook ook sokogok gooks
W HAT Numbers of our Race survey
VV The Monarch of the golden Day,
To chase our sensual Fogs away,
Now he surveys the Realms beneath, The Realms of Horror, and of Death; Now entertains his vernal Hours In flow'ry Walks, and blooming Bow'rs; Now hails the black-brow'd Night, that brings Æthereal Dews upon her Wings; Now marks the Planets, as they roll On burning Axles round the Pole: While Tombs, and Flow'rs, and Shades, and Stars, Unveil their sacred Characters Of Justice, Wisdom, Pow'r, and Love; And lifts the Soul to Realms above, Where dwells the God, in Glory crown'd, Who sends his boundless Influence round.
So Jacob, in his blissful Dreams,
HERVEY, proceed : For Nature yields,
So, if small Things may shadow forth,
THOMAS GIBBONS. London, May 26, 1750,