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Ye birds, exalt our Maker's name;

That infant, whose advancing hour
Begin, and with th' important theme

Life's various sorrows try;
Your artless lays improve;

(Sad proof of sin's transmissive pow's), Wake with your songs the rising day,

That infant, Lorrl, am I.
Let music sound on ev'ry spray,

A childhood yet my thoughts confess,
And fill the vocal grove.

Though long in years nature;
Praise him, ye beasts, that nightly roam U nknowing whence I feel distress,
Amid the salutary gloom,

And where, or what, its cure.
Th'expected prey to seise ;

Author of good ! to thee I turn :
Ye slaves of the laborious plough,

Thy ever-wakeful eye
Yous stubborn necky submissive bow,

Alone can all my wants discern;
And bend your wearied knecs.

Thy hand alone supply.
Ye sons of men, his praise display,

O let thy fear within me duell, Who stamp'd his image on your clay,

1 Thy love my footsteps guide; And gave it pow'r to move,

That love shall rainer loves expel; Ye that in Judah's confines dwell,

That fear all fears beside.
From age to age successive tell

And, oh! by error's force subdued,
The wonders of his lore.

Since oft my stubborn will
Let Levi's tribe the lay prolong,

| Prepost'rous shuns the latent good, Till angels listen to the song,

And grasps the specious ill;
And bend aticution down,

Not to my wish, but to my want,
Let wonder seise the heavenly train,

Do thou thy gifts apply : Pleas'd while ther bear a mortal strain

Unask'd, what good thou knowest grant; .
So succt, 'so like their own.

What ill, tho'ak'd, deny.
And you your thankful voices join,
That oft at Salem's sacred shrine

$ 67. The Trials of Virtue. Merrick. Before his altars kneel; Where thrend in majesty he dwells,

Plac'on the verge of youth, my mind And from thy mystic cloud reveals

| Life's op'ning scene surveyd : The dictates of his will.

I view'd its ilis of various kind, Ye spirits of the just and good,

Afflicted and afraid.
That, eager for the bless'd abode,

But clief my fear the dangers movid,
To heavenly mansion: soar;

| 'That virtue's path inclose : 0 let your songs luis praise display,

My heart the wise pursuit approv'd;
Till heaven itself shall inelt away,

But, oh, what toils oppose!
And tince shall be no more!

For see! ah see! while yet her ways
Praise him, ye meck and humble train,

With doubtful step I tread,
Ye saints, whom his decrees ordain

A hostile workl its terrors raise,
The boundless bliss to share;

Its snares delusive spread.
praise him, till ye take your way

Oh how shall I, with heart prepar'd, To regions of eternal dar,

| Those terrors learn to meet ? And reign for ever therc.

How from the thousand snares to guard Let us, who now impassire stand,

My uirexperienc'd feet?
Aw'd by the tyrant's stern command,

As thus I mov'd oppressive sleep
Ainid the fiery blaze;

Soft o'er my temples drew
While thus we triumph in the flame,

Oblivion's veil. - The wat'ry deep,
Rise, and our Maker's love proclaim,

An object strange and new,
In hymns of endless praise.

Before me rose : on the wide shore
- Observant as I stood,

| The gathering storms around me roar, & 66. The Ignorance of Man. Merrick. 1 And heave the boiling flood. BEHOLD yon new-born infant griev'd

Near and more near the billows rise ;
With hunger, thirst, and pain;

Ev'n now my steps they lave!
That asks to have the wants reliev'd,

And death to my affrighted eyes
It knows not to complain.

Approach'd in ev'ry ware.
Aloud the speechless suppliant crics,

What hope, or whither to retreat!
And utters, as it can,

Each nerve at once unstrung,
The woes that in its bosom rise,

Chill fear had fetter'd fast my feet,
And speak its nature - man.

And chain'd my speechless tongue.

I scel

|

I feel my heart within me die;

The mighty mystery I'll sing, inspir'd, When sudden to mine ear

Beyond the reach of human wisciom wrought, A voice, descending from on high,

Beyond the compass of an angel's thought, Reprov'd my erring fear :

How by the rage of man his God expir'd. What tho' the swelling surge thou see

I 'll make the trackless depths of mercy known, Impatient to devour;

How to redeem his foe God render'd up his Son.

I'll raise my voice to tell mankind Rest, mortal, rest on God's decree,

The victor's conquest o'er his doom; * And thankful own his pow'r.

How in the grave he lay confin'd, • Know, when he bade the deep appear,

To scal more sure the ravinous tomb. “ Thus far," th' Almighty said,

Three days, th’infernal empire to subdue, " Thus far, nor farther, rage; and here He pass'd triumphant through the coasts of woc: "Let thy proud waves be stay’d."

With his own dart the tvrant Death he slew, I heard ; and, fo! at once controld,

And led llell captive through her realms below, The waves, in wild retrcat,

A mingled sound froin Calvary I hear, Back on themselves reluctant rollid,

| And the loud tumult thickens on my car, And murmuring left my feet.

The shouts of murd'rers, that insult the slain,

The voice of torment, and the shrieks of pain. Deeps to assembling decds in vain,

I cast my eyes with horror up Once more the signal gave :

To the curst inountain's guilty top; The shores the rushing weight sustain,

See there! whom hanging in the midst I viet! And check th' usurping wave.

Ah! how unlike the other two! Convinc'd, in Nature's volume wise,

I see him high above his foes, The imag'd truth I read;

And gently bendmg from the wood And sudden from my waking eyes

His head in pity down to those Th' instructive vision fed.

Whose guilt conspires to shed his blood. “Then why thus heavy, () iny soul!

His wide-extended arms I see Say why, distrustful still,

Transfix'd with nails, and fasten'd to the tree : The thoughts with vain impatience roll

Man, senseless man! canst thou look on, O'er scenes of future ill ?

Nor make thy Saviour's pains thy own?

The rage of all thy grief exert, Let faith suppress each rising fear,

Rend thy garmenis and thy heart: * Each anxious doubt exclude;

Beat thy breast, and grovel low, Thy Maker's will has plac'd thce here,

Beneath the burden of thy woe; "A Maker wise and good!

Blced through thy bowels, tear thy kairs, • He to thy ev'ry trial knows ;

Breathe gates of sighs, and we p a flood of iears. Its just restraint to give;

1 Behold thy King, with purple cover'd round; Attentive to behold thy woes,

Not in the Tyrian tinctures dyed, * And faithful to relieve.

Nor dipt in poison of Sidonian pride ; • Then why thus heavy, O my soul !

But in his own rich blood that streams from

every wound. Say why, distrustful still,

Dost thou not see the thorny circled red? Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll

The guilty wreath that blushes round his head! "O'er scenes of future ill?

And with what rage the bloody scourge applied • Tho' griefs unnumber'd throng thee round Culs round his limbs, and ploughs into his side, * Sull in thy God confide,

At such a sight let all thy anguish rise ; Whose finger marks the seas their bound, Break up, break up the fountains of thy eres. * And curbs the headlong tide.'

Here bid thy tears in gushing torrents flow, (Indulge thy grief, and give a loose to woe.

Weep from thy soul, till earth be drown'd; $68. Christ's Passion : from a Greek Ode of Weep, till thy sorrows drench the ground.

Jr. Masters, formerly of New College. Pitt Canst thou, ungrateful man! his torments see, No more of earthly subjects sing;

Nor drop a tear for him, who pours his bluod To beayen, my muse, aspire;

for thee?
To raise the song, charge ev'ry string,
And strike the living iyre.

Begin, in lofty numbers show
Th' Eternal King's unfathom'd love,

$ 69. A Funeral Hymn. Wallet.
Who reigns the Sov'reign God above Ye midnight shades, o'cr nature spread!
And suffers on the cross below.

Dumb silence of the dreary hour! Predigious pile of wonders! rais'd too high In honor of th' approaching dead, For the dim ken of frail mortality.

Around your awful terrors pour. What numbers shall I bring along?

Yes, pour around From whence shall I begin the song

On this pale ground

Through

Through all this decp surrounding gloom, 1 Refine and purge our earthly parts;
The sober thought,

But, oli, inflame and tire our hearts!
The tear untaught,

Our frailties help, our vice control, Those meciest mourners at a tomb.

Submit the senses to the soul;

And when rebellious they are grown,
Lo! as the surplic'd train drew ncar
To this last inansion of munkind,

Then lay thy hand, and hold then dowrs,

Chase from our minds th' infernal foe, The slow sad bell, the sable bier,

And peace, dic fruit of love, bestow, In holy musing wrapt the mind!

And, lest our feet sijould step astray, , And while their beam,

Protect and guide us in the way. With trembling stream,

Make us eternal truth receive, Attendig tapers faintly dart;

And practise all that we believe : Each mould'ring bone,

Give us thyself that we may sec Each sculptur' stone,

The Father, and the Son, by thee. Strikes mute instruction to the heart!

Inmortal honor, endless fame,
Now let the sacred organ blow,

Attend th' Alumighty Father's name:
With solemn pause, and sounding slow; Thy Saviour sou be glorified,
Now let the voice due measure keep, Who for lost inan's redemption died;

In strains that sigh, and words that weep; And equal adoration be,
Till all the vocal current blended roll,

Eternal Paraclete, 10 thee!
Not to depress, but lift the soaring soul.
To list it in the Maker's prauisc,

The first inform'd our frame with breath; $ 71. A Night Piece. Miss Carter. .
And, after some few stormy days,
Now, gracious, gives us o'er to death. Vane night in soleinn shade invests the pole,
Vo King of Fears

And calm reflection sooihs the pensive soul, In lini appear,

While reason undisturbidisseris her sway, Who shuts the scene of human woes.

| And life's deceitful colors fade away;
Beneath his shade

To thee! all-conscious Presence! I devnte
Securely laid,

This peaceful interval of sober iliought:
The dead alone find true repose.

Here all nay better faculiies coafine;

And be this hour of sacred silence thine! Then, while we mingle dust with dusi,

If, by the day's illusive scenes misled, To One, suprernely good and wise,

My erring soul from virtue's path has stray'd; Raise hallelujahs! God is just,

Snard by example, or by passion warmd, Aud wan most happy when lie dies!

Some false delight my giddy sense lias cham di Bis winter past,

Mycalmerthoughts the wretched choice reprove, Fair spring at last

And my best hopes are centres in thy love. Receives hita on her flow'y shorc!

| Deprivid of this can life oncjoy afford?
Where pleasure's rose

Its most boast a vain unnieaning word.
Immortal blows,

But, ah! how oft my lawless passions rore, And sin and sorrow are no inore!

And break those awful precepis I approre!

Pursue the fatal impulse I intilor, $ 70. Veni Creator Spiritus, paraphrased. And violate the virtue I adore!

Dryden. Oft when thy betier Spirit's guardian care CREATOR Spirit, by whose aid

Warn'd my fond soul to shun ibe tempting snare, The world's foundations first were laid,

My stubborn will his gentle aid repressid, Come visit ev'ry pious mind;

And check'd the rising goodness in my breast; Come pour thy joys on human kind.

Mall with vain hopes, or urg'd by false desires, From sin and sorrow set us free,

Stillid his soft voice, and quenchid bis sacred fires. And make thy temples worthy thee.

With griet'oppressid, and prostrare in the dust, O source of uncreated light,

Shouldst thou condemn, I own thy sentence just. The Father's promis d Paraclete!

But, oh! thy softer title let me claini, Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire,

And plead my cause by Mercy's genile name. Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;

Vlercy! that wipes the penitential tear, Come, and thy sacred unction bring

And dissipates the horrors of despair! To sanctify us, while we sing.

From rightcous justice steals the vengeful hour, Plenteous of grace, descend from high, Sofiens the creailiul aiuibute of poi'r, Rich in thy sevenfold energy!

Disarmıs the wratlı of an ofiended God, Thou strength of his Almighly hand,

And seals may pardon in a Sarjour's bloodi ! Whose pow'r does heaven and earth command. All pow'rtul Grace, exert thy gentle sway, Proceeding Spirit, our defence,

2 And teach my rebel passions to obey; Who dost the gift of tongues dispense,

Lest lurking Rolly, with insidious art, And crown thy gift with eloquence!

Rezain nay volatile inconstant hicart!

Shall

Shall every high resolve Devotion frames | Can pleasure's more bewitching charins
Dve only lifeless sounds and specious names? Averi or cooth the dire alarms
Oh rather, while thy hopes and fears control, That shake thy parting soul? .
In this still hour, each motion of my soul,

Religion! ere the hand of Fate
Secures its safety by a sudden doom,

Shall make reflection plead too late, And be the soft retreat of sleep my tomb!

My erring senses teach, Culm let me slumber in that dark repose,

| Amidst the flatt'ring hopes of youth, Till the last morn its orient beam disclose :

To ineditate the solemn truth
Then, when the great archangel's potent sound

1 These awful relics preach.
Shall echo thro' creation's ample round,
Wak'd from the sleep of death, with joy survey | Thy penetrating beams disperse
The opening splendors of eternal day.

The mist of error, whence our fears

Derive their fatal spring:
'Tis thine the treinbling heart to warm,

And soften to an angel forin $72. Ode to Melancholy. Carter.

The pale terrific king. Come, Melancholy! silent pow's,

When, sunk by guilt in sad despair, Companion of my lonely hour,

Repentance breathe her humble pray'r, 'To sober thought confin'd!

And owns thy threat'nings jast; Thou suretly sad ideal guest,

Thy voice the shudd'ring suppliant cheers, In all thy soothing charms coolest,

With mercy calins her torturing fears, Indulge my pensive mind.

And lifts her from the dust. Volonger wildly hurried through

Sublim'd by thec, the soul aspires The tides of mirth, that ebb and flow

| Beyond the range of low desires, In folly's noisy streain,

In nobler views elate: I from the busy crowd retire,

Unmov'd her distant change surveys, To court the objects that inspire

And, arm’d by faith, intrepid pays Thy philosophic dream.

1 The universal debt. Thro' yon dark grove of mournful yews In death's soft slunber lulld to rest, with solitary steps I muse,

She sleeps by siniling visions blest, By thy direction led :

That gently whisper peace; Here, cold to pleasures tempting forms,

Till the last morn's fair op'ning ray Consociate with my sister worms,

Unfolds the bright eternal day And iningle with the dead.

Of active life and bliss. Ye midnight horrors, awful gloom!

1$ 73. Written at Midnight in a Thunder Ye silent regions of the tomb, My future peaceful bed:

Storm. Carter. Here shall my wcary eyes be clos'd,

Let coward Guilt, with pallid Fear, And ev'ry sorrow lie repos'd

To shelt'ring caverns fly, In death's refreshing shade.

And justly dread the vengeful fate Ye pale inhabitants of night,

That thunders through the sky. Before my intellectual sight

Protected by that hand, whose law In solemn pomp ascend;

The threatning storms obey, tell how trifling now appears

Intrepid virtue smiles secure, The train of idle hopes and fears,

As in ihe blaze of day. That varying life attend !

In the thick cloud's tremendous gloom, Ye faithless idols of our sense,

The lightning's lurid glare, Here own how vain the fond pretence,

It views the same all-gracious Pow's Ye empty names of joy!

That breathes the vernal air. Your transient forms like shadows pass, Thro’ Nature's ever-varying scene, Frail othepring of the majic glass,

By different ways pursued, · Before the mental eye.

The one eternal end of Heav'n The dazzling colors, falsely bright,

Is universal good: Attract the gazing rulgar sight

With like beneficent effect With superficial state:

O'er flaming æther glows;
Thro' reason's clearer optics view'd,

As when it tunes the linnct's voice,
How stripp'd of all its pomp, how rude, Or blushes in the rose.
Appears the painted cheat!

By reason taught to scorn those fears
Can wild ambition's tyrant pow'r,

That vulgar minds inolcst. Or ill got wealth's superfluous store,

Let no fantastic terrors break The dread of death control

My dear Narcissa's rest.

Thy life may all the tend'rest care

1 Yet I still one gen'ral cry the skies assails, Of Providence defend;

And gain and grandeur load the tainted gales; And delegated angels round

Few know the toiling statesman's fear or care, Their guardian wings extend !

Th' insidious rival and the gaping heir.

Once 6 more, Dentocritus, arise on earth, When thro' creation's vast expanse

(With cheerful wisdom and instructive mirth, The last dread thunders roll, Untune the concord of the spheres,

See motley life in modern trappings drest,

And feed with varied fools th' eternal jest: And shake the rising soul;

Thou who couldst laugh where want enchain'd Unmor'd may'st thou the final storin

caprice, Of jarring worlds survey,

(Toil crush'd conceit, and man was of a piece ; That ushers in the glad serene

Whore wealth unlov'd without a mourner died; Of everlasting day!

And scarce a sycophant was fed by pride;

Where ne'er was known the form of mock debate, $ 74. The l'unity of Iluman Wishes.

Or seen a new-made mayor's unwieldy state;

inson. Where change of fav'rites made nochange of laws, In Imitation of lie Tenth Satire of Juvenal. Land senates heard before they judgid a cause; Let observation with extensive view

How wouldst thou shakeat Britain's modish tribe, Survey mankind, from China to Peru;

Dart the quick taunt, and erge the piercing gibe? Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, attentive truth and nature to descry, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life: And pierce each scene with philosophic eye, Then say how hope and fear, desire and hate, To thee were solemn toys or empty show, O'erspread with snares the clouded maze of fate, The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe: Where wav'ring man, betray'd by vent'rous All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain, • pride

Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vair. To tread the dreary paths without a guide; 1 Such was the scorn that filled the sage's mind, As treach'rous phantoms in the mist delude, Renew'd at ev'ry glance on human kind ; Shuns fancied ills, or chases airy good: How just that scorn ere yet iliy voice declare, How rarely reason guides the stubborn choice, Search ev'ry state, and canrass ev'ry pray'r. Rules the boll hand, or prompts the suppliant Unnumber'd suppliants crowd Preferment's

yoice: How nations sink by darling schemes opprest, A thirst for wealth, and burning to be treat; When rengeance listens to the fool's request, Delusive Fortune hears th' incessant call, Fate wings with ev'ry wish tl' afflictive dart, They mount, they shinc, evaporate, and fall, Each gift of nature, and each grace of art; JOn ev'ry stage the foes of peace attend, With fatal heat impetuous courage glows, Hate dogs their flight, and insultinocks their end. With fatal sweetness elocution flows?

Love ends with hope, the sinking statesman's door Impeachinent stopsthe speaker's powerful breath, Pours in the morning worshipper no more; And restless fire precipitates on deaih. {bold For growing names the weekly scribbler lies,

+ But, scarce observd, the knowing and the To growing wealth the dedicator tlies; Fall in the gen'ral massacre of gold;

From ev'ry room descends the painted face, Wide-wasting pest, that rages unconfinal, That hung the bright palladiuin of the place, And crowds wiih crimes the records of mankind! And smok'd in kitchens, or in auctions sold, For gold his sword the hireling ruffian draws, To better features yields the frame of gold; For gold the hireling judge distorts the laws; For now no more we trace in ev'ry line Wealth lieap'd on wealih nor truth nor safety Heroic worth, benevolence divine : The dangers gather as the treasures rise. [buys; The form distorted justifies the fall,

Let hist'ry tell, where rival kings command, and detestation rides th'indignant wall.. And dubious title shakes the madden'd land, But will not Britain hear the last appeal, When statutes glean the refuse of the sword, Sign her foe's doom, or guard her fay’rites zeal? Ilow much more sase the vassal than the lord : Thiro‘Freedom's sons nomore remonstrancerings, Low sculks the hind beneath the rage of pow'r, Degrading nobles and controling kings; And leaves the wealthy traitor in the Tower, Our supple tribes repress their patriot throats, Untouch'd his cottage, and his slumbers souuti, And ask no questions but the price of rotes ; Tho' confiscation's vultures hover round. With weekly libels, and septennial ale, The needy traveller, serenc and gay,

Their wish is full to riot and to rail, Walks the wild heath, and sings his toil away. In full-blown dignity, sce IT olscy stand, Does envy seise thee? crush th' upbraiding joy; Law in his voice, and fortune in his hand : Increase his riches, and his peace destroy. To him the churchi, the realm, their pow'rs conNew fears in dire vicissitude invade,

| Thro' him the rays of regal bounty shine; [sign, The rusiling break alarms, and quiv‘ring shade; Turn'd by his nód the stream of lionor Ouws, Nor light nor darkness brings his pain relief, His smile alone security bestows: Que shows the plunder, and one hides the thief.

Ver. 23--27. § Vcr. 28-55. • Ver. l.... Ver, 12--22.

Ver. 56--107.

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