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The carern's depth, or echoing grove,
| When wild, destructive flames shall wrap the skies, A voice is heard of praise, and love.
When Chaos triumphs, and when Nature dies; As o'er thy work the seasons roll,
Man shall alone the wreck of worlds survive, And sooth, with change of bliss, the soul, Midst failing spheres, immortal man shall live! Oh never may their smiling train
The voice which bade the last dread thunders roll, Pals o'er the human scene in vain !
Shall whilper to the good, and cheer their soul. But oft, as on the charın we gaze,
God shall bimself his favour'd creature guide Artune the wond'ring foul to praise ;
Where living waters pour their blissful tide, And be the joys that most we prize
Where the enlarg'd, exulting, wond'ring mind The joys that from thy favour rife!
Shall foar, from weakness and from guilt refind;
Shall gild eternity's unmeasur'd days; (rays, $ 3;8. A Parapbrase on Ifaiab xlix. 15.
Where friend thip, unembitecrd by distrust,
Mits WILLIAMS. Shall in immortal bands unite the just; Can a woman forget her fucking child, that the Maould not have comi Devotion, rais'd to rapture, breathe her strain,
And love in his eternal triumph reign ! HEAVENIpeaks'Oh Nature, listen and rejoice!
Oh spread from pole to pole this gracious voice! § 339. A Paraphrase on Matt, vii. 12. “ Say every breast of human frame, that proves
Miss WILLIAMS. The boundless force with which a parent loves;
Whatfoever ye would that men thould do to you, do ye even fo to Say, can a mother from her yearning heart Bid the foft image of her child depart? [bear PRECEPT divine' to carth in mercy given ; She! whom strony instinct arms with strength to
O sacred rule of action, worthy heaven! All forins of ill, to thield that deareft care ; Whole pitying love ordaind the blest command She! who with anguilh stung, with madness wild, To bind our nature in a firmer band; Will rush on death to save her threaten’d child; Enforce each human suff'rer's strong appeal, All felfith feelings banith'd from her breast, And reach the selfith breast what others feel; Her life one aiin to make another's bleft Wert thou the guide of life, mankind might know When her vex'd infant to her bosom clings, A soft exemption from the worst of woe; When round her neck his eager arms he flings; No more the powerful would the weak oppress, Brcathes to her lift'ning foul his meling ligti, But tyrants learn the luxury to bless ; And lifts, fuffus’d with tears, his alking eye! No more would llavery bind a hopeless train Will thc, for all ambition can attain,
Of human victims in her galling chain; The charms of pleasure, or the lures of gain, Mercy the hard, the cruel hcart would move Betray strong Nature's feelings? will the prove To foften mis'ry by the deeds of love; Coid to the claims of duty, and of love? And av’rice from his hoarded treasures give, But should the mother from her yearning heart Unafa'd, the liberal boon, that want might live! Bid the soft image of her child depart;
The impious tongue of falsehood then would cease When the vex'd infant to her bosom clings,
To b!ati, with dark fuggeftions, virtue's peace; When round her neck his eager arms he Aings; No more would spleen or paffion banith reft, Should the unpitying hear his melting tigh, And plant a pang in fond affcction's brcalt; And view unmoy'd the tear that fills his eye; By one liarth word, one alter'd look, destroy Should lhe, for all ambition can attain,
Her peace, and wither ev'ry op'ning joy ; The charms of pleasure, or the lures of gain, Scarce can her tongue the caprious wrong explain, Betray strong Nature's feelingshould the The Night offence which gives so deep a pain ! prove
Th’affitted ease that nights her starting tear, Cold to the claims of duty and of love! The words whose coldneis kills from lipstodear;Yet never will the God, whose word gave birth The hand the loves, alone can point the dari, To yon illumind orbs, and this fair earth; Whose hidden sting could wound noother heartWho thro' the boundlefs depths of trackless space These, of all pains the fharpeft we endure, Bade new-wak'd beauty Ipread cach perfect grace; The brcast which now inflicts, would spring to Yet when he form'd the vast stupendous whole, No more descrted genius then would fly [curc. Shed his best bounties on the human soul; To breathe in folitude his hopeless figh; Which reason's light illumes, which friendthip No more would Fortune's partial fmide debase warmis,
The Spirit, rich in intellectual grace; [bloom, Which pity softens, and which virtue charms; Who views unmord fiom scenes where pleasures Which feels the pure affections' gen'rous glow, The flame of genius funk in mis'ry's gloom ; Shares others’ joy, and bleeds for others' woe- The foul heaven forin'd to soar, by want deprelt, Oh never will the gen'ral Father prove
Nor heeds the wrongs that pierce a kindred bieast. Of man forgetful, man the child of love!" Thou righteous Law, whose clear and useful light When all those planets in their ample spheres Sheds on the mind a ray divinely bright; Have wing'd their course, and roll'd their destin'd Condensing in one rule whate'er the fage years;
Has proudly taught, in many a labour'd page; When the vast fun fhall veil his golden light Bid every heart thy hallow d voice revere, Deep in the gloom of everlasting night;
To justice facred, and to nature dear! .
§ 340. pray'r,
$ 340. Reflections on a Future State, from a Still bows submissive to the tyrant hand,
Review of Winter. THOMSON. That tore the suff'rer froin his native land; 'TIS donc ! dread Winter spreads his laten Yet, ere the arts of luxury began,
They boasted liberty, the right of man ; And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year. Joy led their hours, and plenty bless’d their toil.
Serene, they saw cach peaceful morning smile, How dcad the vegetable kingdom lies! How dumb the tunerul! Horror wide extends
Their pleading sighs, their suppliant, moving His desolate domain. Behold, fond man!
Daughter of Virtue ! Royal Charlotte, hear! See here thy pictur'd life: pass fome few years, Thy flow'ring Spring, thiy Summer's ardent Sovereign, yet parent of this happy ille, strength,
O’er whofe gay plains fair plenty deigns to smile; Thy sober Autumn fading into age,
Where spotless peace extends her azure wing; And pale concluding Winter comes at last,
Ad liberty's e chanti:g blossoms spring; And ihuts the scene. Ah! whither now are fled Thine is conspatiion’s fympathetic figh, Those dreams of greatness : those unfolid hopes The melting tear that beams in pity's eye: Of happiness those longings after fame ?
The heart like thine, that fecis another's pain, Those restless cares ? those busy bustling days ?
Hears not diftress'd misfortune plead in vain ; Those gay-spent, festive nights ? those veering And lull each raging passion into reft ;
Be 't thine to heal pale sorrow's wounded breast, thoughts Loft between good and ill, that shar'd thy life?
Let not the wretched lave in vain deplore All now are vanith'd! Virtue sole Turvives,
The long-loft joys he must hchold no more ; Inmortal never-failing friend of inan,
Then, while Britannia hails thy facred name,
A deed like this fall swell the trump of fame ; His guide to happiness on high. And see ! 'Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth Virtues like thine thall wake the founding lyre, Of heaven and earth! awak’ning nature hears
Each bolom glow with emulative fire ;
And, fivell d with themes like this, the poet's page The new-creating word, and starts to life,
Remain admir'd through cach fuccceding age. In ev'ry heighten'd form, from pain and death For ever free. The great cternal scheme,
When Superstition rais'd her threat’ning hand,
And scatter'd horror round the bleeding land, Involving all, and in a perfect whole Uniting as the prospect wider (preads,
On fad Britannia's ravag'd plains the ftood, To reason's eye refin'd clears up apace.
Drench'd in one fatal stream of martyr'd blood; Ye vainly wise ! ye blind presumptuous ! now,
V'er ev'ry scene with fell delight the flew, Confounded in the dust, adore that Pow'r
And sinil'd, exulting, at the dreadful view; And Wisdom oft arraign'd; see now the cause
Religion's sacred truths, though once design'd
To banish error from the darken'd mind,
Availid not here ; her pure celestial light,
Loit in the gloom of fuperftition's night, Why the lone widow and her orphans pin'd
Drooping, beheld the fatal torrent roll
Relittlels terrors o'er the doubtful foul ;
Till bright Eliza came, whose matchless (way To form unreal wants : why heaven-born truth, Callid forth tlıc dawn of fair religion's day; And moderation fair, wore the red marks
Cherish'd the genial influence as it rose, Of superstition's scourge : why licens'd pain,
Dispell’d their errors and reliev'd their woes. That cruel spoiler, that embolom'd foc,
Shall Britain, then, who boasts th'unrivall'd deed, Embitter'd all our bliss. Ye good distress'd !
Relentless, fec the guiltless vietiin bleed? Ye noble few! who here unbending stand
Amid the horrors of tormenting pain Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up awhile,
He secks for mercy, but he seeks in vain ; And what your bounded view, which only saw Aitrighted Mercy quits the guilty land, A little part, deem'd evil, is no more:
Where grim Oppreilion waves her cyrant hand; The storms of Wintry Tiine will quickly pass,
Where, to the lavage herd, a harmless prey
Sinks faint bencath the fervid beam of day;
Sunk in the deepest gloom of low defpair ; $ 341. On Slavery. Miss H. FALCONAR.
Or burning thirst and furious want, combin'd, ΤΟ.
man superior reason's light was giv'n. With wild distraction fire bis glowing mind, Reason, the noblest gift of bounteous Heav'n, Till death restores to him eternal reft, Unfailing beam, bright intellectual ray,
And calms the tumults of his troubled breast. Thou steady guide through error's devious way; The British youth, torn from his much-lov'd Say, wert thou first by gracious Heav'n design'd
home, To stamp injustice on the human kind ? O'er foreign seas and foreign coafts to roam, Forbid it truth, forbid it ev'ry breast
Amid the fury of the piercing blast, That heaves in pity for the wretch opprest: The swell'd wave circling round the thirer'd mast, Yet reason, justice, mercy, plead in vain ; While bursting peals of thunder rend the skies, Still the fad victim drags his galling chain; And o'er the deck the foaming billows sise,
Awhile in terror views the lightning glare, Loft in the pleasing drcam, awhile the soul,
Bids sharp repentance wound the thudd'ring breast,
fave. That fires the hero's or the patriot's breast : Britain, be thine the glorious task to heal There, nobly warm'd with animating fire, The bleeding wounds thy wretched fons thall feel; Our Shakespeare struck his foul-commandinglyre; Extend thy ev'ry noble pow'r to fave There scenes of bliss immortal Milton lung, The wretch just toit'ring o'er an early grave; And notes harmonious issued from his tongue : For, noble were the decd that could impart And bards like thele fhall boast in ev'ry age, Reviving vigour to the drooping heart; While native genius glows in Hayley's page; For, then no more the fatal branch thall bind, While genius bids, to our enchanted eyes, In golden ties, the loft enchanted mind; In Swift's own strains, a second Pope arise. Tear ev'ry fibre from the verdant root, When truth, perplex'd in error's thorny maze, And blast each dang'rous blossom ere it shoot ; Threw o'er the world obscur'd and darken'd rays, So Thall the praise of ransom'd millions rise, Then Newtop role, unveil'd the beauteous maid: In grateful incense, to the echoing skies; He spoke, and nature stood at once display'd. So through the world tly matchlets fame extend, These were the souls that Britain once pofTefs’d, And wond'ring nations hail thee mercy's friend; When genuine virtue fir'd the patriot's breast; Thec, first in ev'ry virtue, ev'ry worth, And still thall she protect fair freedom's caute, That gives to glory or to genius birth; And vindicate her violated laws;
Let thy avenging, thy all-conqu’ring, hand Waft peace and freedom to a wretched land, Give peace and freedom to an injur'd land ! And fi atter blellings with a lib'ral hand. Glory be thine; and let pale mis’ry prove
la Britain's paradise, by freedom made, The joys of friendship and the bliss of love!
O THOU unknown Almighty Caule
Of all my hope and fear! The melting luftre of the sparkling eye ;
In whose dread Prelence, ere an hour, Such as in gay variety might grace
Perhaps I must appear!
If I have wander'd in those paths
breast Or bade contented labour calmly smile
Remontirates I have done;
Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me
With passions wild and it rong;
And lift'ning to their witching voice
Has often led me wrong.
Where human weakness has come short,
Do Thou, All-Good! for such Thou art,
Delightcth to forgive.
$ 343. The Genealogy of Corist, as it is repre- There Absalom the ravith'd sceptre sways,
Jented on the Easi Window of Winchester College And his ftulen honour all his shame displays:
The rebel subject and th' ungrateful fon.
To elevate the mind, and pleafe the light, Fervent he secms to speak, and lift his hand;
His looks th' emotion of his foul disclose,
Th' ungrateful mandate to the guilty King :
Thy ftrokes, great Artist, so sublime appcar, But man with frailty is allied by birth ;
Yet ever from the clcarift jource' have ran
I know the lage t, the wisest of the wise.
Bleft with all man could with, or prince obtain,
And lo! bright glittering in his facred hands,
Spreads the itrong light, cternal, unconfin'd!
And proud rebellion triumphs in the land.
Where drought incumbent on the thirsty ground
Thc * prophet calls, th' obedient floods repair Yet shall Jehovah's servants fand secure,
For whom sad Sion's softest sorrow Aows,
Her hands, that rankle with the fervile chain; Thee too, Ozias, fates indulgent bless'd, Till hell, great Chief! in Heaven's appointed time, And thy days shone in faireit actions drest : Leads back her children to their native clime.
Till that rash hand, by foıne blind phrensy sway'd, Fair liberty revives with all her joys,
Transmissive worth adorns the pious + Son, But, ah! with weeping eyes, the ancients view
No more thine altars blaze with fire divine ; And dost thou, Ahaz, Judah's scourge, disgrace And Heaven has left thy folitary shrine. With thy base front the glories of thy race ? Yet, in thy courts, hereafter shalt thou see, See the vile King his iron fceptre bear Presence immediate of the Deity, [Thee. His only praise attends the pious # Heir; The light himself reveal'd, the God confcss'din He, in whose soul the virtues all conspire,
And now at length the fated term of years The best good son from the worst wicked fire. The world's desire have brought, and lo! the God And lo! in Hezekiah's golden reign,
appears. Long exil'd piety returns again;
The Heavenly Babe the Virgin Mother bears, Again in genuine purity the thines, [thrines. And her fond looks confess the parent's cares ; And with her presence gilds the long-neglected The pleasing burden on her breast the lays, Ill-starr'd does proud Allyria's impious § Lord Hangs o'er his charms, and with a smile surveys : Bid Heaven to arms, and vaunt his dreadful sword; The infant (miles, to her fond bosom prest, His own vain threats th’insulting King o’erthrow, And wantons, sportive, on the mother's breast. But breathe new courage on the gen'rous foe. A radiant glory speaks him all Divine, Th' avenging Angel, by divine command, And in the Child the beams of Godhead shine. The fiery sword full-blazing in his hand, But now, alas ! far other views disclose Leant down from heav'n:amid the stormherode, The blackest comprehensive scene of woes. March'd Pestilence before him; as he trod, See where man's voluntary sacrifice Pale Desolation bath'd his steps in blood. Bows his meek head, and God eternal dies ! Thick wrapt in night thro’the proud host he pass’d, Fixt to the Cross his hcaling arms are bound, Dispensing death,
and drove the furious blast; While copious Mercy streams from ev'ry wound. Nor bade Destruction give her revels o'er Mark the blood-drops that life exhausting roll, Till the gorg'd sword was drunk with human gore. And the strong pang that rends the stubborn loul, But what avails thce, pious prince, in vain As all death's tortures, with severe delay, Thy sceptre rescued, and th' Assyrian Nain? Exult and riot in the noblest prey ! Even now the foul maintains her latest strife, And canst thou, stupid man, those sorrows see, And death's chill grasp congeals the fount of life. Nor share the anguilh which He bears for thee? Yet see, kind Heaven renews thy brittle thread, Thy sin, for which his facred Ach is torn, And rolls full fifteen summers o'er thy head; Points cv'ry nail, and sharpens ev'ry thorn. Lo! the receding sun repeats his way,
Canst thou ! while nature smarts in ev'ry wound, And, like thy life, prolongs the falling day. And each pang cleaves the sympathetic ground ! Tho' nature her inverted course forego,
Lo! the black fun, his chariot backward driven, The day forget to rest, the time to flow, Blors out the day, and perillies from Heaven: * Ewha. + Jotham,