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And in the place of heaven's eternal King Corduct my steps, safe from the fiery gulph
Set up the phantom Chance. For them in vain And dark abyss, where Sin and Satan reign !
Alternate seasons cheer'd the rolling year; But can the Mule, her numbers all too weak,
In vain the sun o'er herb, crce, fruit and how'r Tell how that restless element of fire
Shed genial influence mild; and the pale moon Shall wage with feas and earth intestine war,
Repair'd her waning orb.- Next these is plac'd And deluge all creation ? Whether (fo
The vile blasphemer; he whole impious wit Some think) the comct, as through fields of air
Profan'd the sacred mysteries of faith,

Lawless he wanders, thall ruth headlong on
And 'gainst th' impenetrable wa'ls of heav'n Thwartingth'ccliptic, whereth'unconscious carth
Planted his feeble battery. By these stands Rolls in her wonted course; whether the sun
The Arch-Apoftate: he with many a wile With force centripetal into his orb
Exhorts them ftill to foul revolt. Alas ! Artraet her, long reluctant; or the caves,
No hope have they from black despair, no ray Thote dread volcanos, where engend'ring lie
Shines through the gloom to cheer their finking Sulphureous minerals, from their daik abyss
souls :

Pour Itreams of liquid fire; while from above, In agonies of grief they curse the hour As erst on Sodom, Heaven's avenging hand When first they left Religion's onward way.

Rains fierce combustion. Where are now the These on the left are rang’d: but on the right |Of art, the roil of ages :-Where are now (works A chulen bund appears, who fought beneath Th’inperial citics, sepulchrcs, and domes, Thc banner of Jehovah, and defied

Trophies and piilars. Where is Egypt's boast, Satan's united legions. Some, unmoy'd Those lofty pyramids, which high in air At the grim tyrant's frown, o'er barb'rous climes Rear'd their atpiring heads, to diktant times Diffusd the Gospel's light : some long immur'd Of Memphian pride a lasting monumenti(Sad servitude !) in chains and dungeons pin d; Tell me where Athens raised her tow'rs? where Or, rack'd with all the agonies of pain, [they Thebes Breath'd out their faithful lives. Thrice happy Open'd her hundred portals - Tell me where Whom Yeav'n elected to that glorious strife! - Stood fea-girt Albion where imperial Rome, Here are they plac'd, whose kind munificence Prope by leven hills, sat like a sceptred queen, Made hearen-born Science raise her drooping. And awd the tributary world to peace ?-And on the labours of a future race [head; Shew me the rampart which o'er many a hill, Entail'd their just reward. Thou amongst thesc, Through many a valley, stretch'd its wide extent, Good Seaton' whole well-judg'd benevolence Rais'd by that mighty monarch to repel Fost'ring fair Genius, bade the poet's hand The roving Tartar, when with insult rude Bring annual off'rings to his Maker's fhrine, 'Gainst Pekin's tow'rs he bent th’unerring boit. Shalt find the generous carc was not in vain. But what is inimic art ? E'en Nature's woiks, Here is that fav’rite band, whom mercy mild, Scas, incadows, pastures, the meandring streams, God's best-lov'd attribute, adorn'd; whose gate And everlasting hills, shall be no more. Stood ever open to the stranger's call; No more thall I cneriff, cloud-piercing height' Who fed the hungry; to the thirsty lip O'erhang th'Atlantic surge; nor that famă cliff, Reach'd out the friendly cup; whose care benign Thro' which the Perti un iteerd with many a fail, From the rude blast secur'd the pilgrim's side ; Throw to the Lemnian ille its evening lhade Who heard the widow's tender tale, and thook O'er half the wide Ægcan. - Where are now The galling shackle from the pris'ner's feet ; The Alps that confin'd with unnumber'd realms, Who each endearing tie, cach ofice knew And from the Black Sea to the occan stream Of meek-eyed, heaven-descended Charity. Stretch'd their extended arms? - Where's Ararat,

Charity, thou nymph divinely fair ! That hill on which the faithful patriarch's ark, Sweeter than those whom ancient poets bound Which feven long months had voyag'do'erits top, In amity's indiffoluble chain,

First rested, when the carth with all her sons, The Graces! how tall i ellay to paint As now by streaming cataracts of fire, Thy charms, celestial maid! and in rude verse Was whelm'd by nighty waters ?All at once Blazon those deeds thyself didît ne'er reveal ? Are vanilli'd and disolvid; no trace reinains, For thee nor raakling Envy can infect, No mark of vain distinction; heaven iticilf, Nor Rage transport, nor high o'erweening Pride That azure vault, with all those radiant crós, Puf up with sain conceit: ne'er didit thou smile Sinks in the universal ruin lost. To see the finner as a verdant tree

No more Tall planets round their central sun Spread his luxuriant branches o'er the stream ; Morc in harmonious dance; no more the moon While, like some blafted trunk, the rightcous fall Hang out her filier lamp; and these fix'd stars, Proftrate, forlorn. When prophecies snail fail, Spangling the golden canopy of night, When tongues thall ceale, when knowledge is no which oft the Tuscan with his optic glass more,

Call’d from their wondrous height, to read their And this great day is come, thou by the throne And magnitude, some winged minifier (naines Shait fit triumphant. Thither, lovely maid ! Shall quench; and (fureít lign that all on carth Bear me, hear me on thy soaririg sving, Is lott) Tall rend from heaven the mystic bow. dad through the adattiantine gates of heav'n Such is that awful, that trornendous day,


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Crid prius dicam folitis Parentis
Laudibus! quires hominum mcderrum,
Qui mare ac terras. Varnifquc muduin

Teinperat horis!


Whose coming who shall tell ? For as a thicf At length The rose complete in finith'd pride,
Unheard, unseen, it steals with silent pace [I sit, All fair and spotless, like a virgin bride:
Through night's dark gloom.-Perhaps as here Fresh with untarnish'd luftre as she stood,
And rudely carol these incondite lays, (mouth Her Maker bless’d his work, and call'd it good,
Soon Ih all the hand be check’d, and dumb the The morning stars, with joyful acclamation,
That liips the falt'ring strain.-0 may it ne'er Exulting sung, and hail'd the new creation.
Intrude unwelcome on an ill-spent hour;
But find me wrapt in meditations high,

Yet this fair world, the crcaturc of a day,

Tho'built by God's right hand, must pass away; Hymning my great Creator !. - Pow'r Supreme!

And long oblivion creep o'er mortal things, “ O everlasting King! to thee I kneel,

The fate of empires, and the pride of kings : To thee I lift my voice. With fervent heat

Eternal night shall veil their proudest story, “ Melt, all ye elements! And thou, high hear'n, And drop the curtain o'er all human glory. “ Shrink like a thrivellid scroll! Butthink,OLord,

The sun himself, with weary clouds opprest, “ Think on the best, the noblest of thy works; Shall in his filent, dark pavilion rest; “ Think on thine own bright image! Think on His golden urn shall broke and uteless lie, " him

Amidit the common ruins of the sky! “ Who died to save us from thy rightcous wrath: The stars rush headlong in the wild commotion, " And ’midit the wreck of worlds remember man!" And bathe their glitt'ring foreheads in the ocean.

But fix'd, O God! for ever stands i hy throne; § 52. Hyrins. By Mrs. BARBAULD.

Jehovah reigns, a universe alone ;
Tii'eternal fire that feeds each vital flame,

Cullected or diffus'd, is still the fame.

He dwells within his own unfathom'd efTence, HYMN I.

And fills all space with his unlounded presence. EHOVAH reigns: let ev'ry nation hear, J And at his footstool bow with holy fcar;

But oh! our highest notes the theme debase, Let heaven's high arches echo with his name,

And silence is our least injurious praise:[troul, And the wide peopled carth his praise proclaim;

Crafe, cease your fongs, the daring fight conThen send it down to hell's deep glooms rc

Revere him in the stillness of the foui; founding,

Bith lilent duty mcckly bend before him,

[ins. Thro' all her caves in dreadful murmurs found. And deep within your inmost hearts adore him.

He rules with wide and absolute command
O'er the broad ocean and the ficdfast land:
Jehovah reigns, unbounded and alone, PRAISE to God, immortal praise,
And all creation hangs beneath his throne:

For the love that crowns our days;
He reigns alone; let no inferior nature Bountious source of ev'ry joy,
L'surp or share the throne of the Creator. Lettliy praise our tongues employ;

He saw the struggling beams of infant light For the bleilings of the field,
Shoot thro' the maffy gloom of ancient night; for the stores the gardens yield,
His fpirit huth'd the elemental ftrife,

for the vinic's exalted juice,
And brooded o'er the kindling feeds of life: for the gen'rous olive's use;
Seasons and months began the long procession, Floclis that whiten all the plain,
And measur'd o'er the year in bright fuccellion.

Yellow fheaves of ripen d grain,
The joyful sun sprung up th' ethercal way, Clouds that drop their fatt’ning dews,
Strong as a giant, as a bridegroom gay; Suns that temp'rate warmth diffuse;
And the pale moon diffus'd her thdowy light all that Spring with bountcous hand

Superior o'er the dulky brow of night;
Ten thousand glittering lamps the skies adorning all that lib'ral Aurumn pours

Scatters o'cr the Imiling land;
Numerous as dew-drops from the womb of From her rich o'crflowing stores:

morning. Earth's blooming face with rising flow'rs he These to thee, my God, we owe,

Source whence all our blettings flow;
And spread a verdant mantle o'er her breast;

And for thele my foul Thallraite
Then from the hollow of his hand hc pours

Grateful vows and folemn praise.
The circling waters round her winding thores, Yet, thould rising whirlwinds tear
The new-born world in their cool arms cm- From its stem the rip'ning car;

Should the big-tree's blafted Thoot And with foft murmurs still her banks carclling. Drop her green untimely fruit;

• Although the fig-tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines, the labour of the olive fall fail, and the fields Tall yield no meat, the flocks shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the italls : yee I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvativne HASAKKUK, 11.17, 18.



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Should the vine put forth no more,
Northe olive yield her store;
Though the fick’ning flocks should fall,
And the herds desert the stall;
Should thine alter'd hand restrain
The carly and the latter rain;
Baft cach op'ning bud of joy,
And the rising year destroy ;
Yet to thee my soul should raise
Grateful vows, and solemn praise ;
And, when ev'ry blefling 's flown,
Love thee--for thyself alone.


BEHOLD where, breathing love divine,

Our dying Master stands?
His weeping followers gath'ring round

Receive his last cominands.
From that mild teacher's parting lips

1! but tender accents feil!
The gentle precept which he gave

Became its author well: * Bless'd is the man whose foft’ning heart

“ Feels all another's pain ; " To whom the supplicating eye

“Was never rais'd in vain; “ Whofe breast expands with gen'rous warmth,

“ A stranger's woes to feel; “ And bleeds in pity o'er the wound

“ He wants the pow'r to heal. “ He spreads his kind supporting arms

“ To ev'ry child of gricf; “ His secret bounty largely flows,

“ And brings unak'd relief. “ To gentle offices of love

“ His feet are never flow; “ Ieviews, thro' mercy's mclting eye,

“ A brother in a foc. “ Peace from the bosom of his Goul,

My peace to him I give; “ And when he kneels before the throne,

“ His trembling foul shall live. ** To him protection shall be shewn;

• And mercy from above " Descend on those who thus fulfil

“ The perfc&t law of love."



For Eafter-Sunday.
AGAIN the Lord of life and light

Awakes the kindling ray ;
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,

And pours incrcasing day.
Owhat a night was that which wrapt

The heathen world in gloom!
O what a fun which broke this day,

Triumphant from the tomb!
This day be grateful homage paid,

And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart,

And praise on ev'ry tunguc.
Ten thousand diff'ring lips shall join

To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings
To nations

sssus, the friend of human kind,

With strong compatlion mov’d,
Descended, like a pitying God,

To save the souls he lov'd.
The pow’rs of darknessicagu'd in vain

To bind his soul in death;
He thook their kingdoın, 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 so much divine.
And now his conqu’ring chariot wheels

Ascend the lofty kies;
While brokc, beneath his pow'rful cross,

Death's iron sceptre lies.
Exalted high at God's right hand,

And Lord of all below,

' him is pard’ning love dispens'd,
And boundless bleflings flow.
And still for erring, guilty man

A brother's pity Hows;
And still 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 stand prepar'd like thee to die,

With theo that I may live,


soul! lift up thine eyes, See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a num'rous hott; Awake, ny foul, or thou art loft. Here giant Danger threat’ning ftands Must'ring his pale territic bands; There Pleasure's filken banners Spread, And willing fouls are captive led. See where rebellious passions rage, And fierce desires and lusts engage; The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain. Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground, Perils and snares beset thee round; Beware of all, guard ev'ry part, But most the traitor in thy heart. Come then, my soul, now learn to wield Che 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; Vhy should his faithful followers fear?

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One fun by day, by night ten thousand thine.


$ 53. An Address to tbe Deity. Nor less the mystic chara&ters I fee

Wrought in each fow'r, inscrib'd on ev'ry trce i Mrs. BARBAULD. In ev'ry leaf that trembles to the breeze

I hear the voice of God among the trees; Deus eft quodcunque videre, quocunque moreris.

LUCAN. With thee in shady solitudes I walk,

With thee in busy crowded cities talk;
GOD of my life, and author of my days!
Permit my feeble voice to lisp thy praise ;

In ev'ry creature own thy forming pow'r,
And trembling take upon a mortal tongue

In each event thy providence adore. That hallow'd name to harps of Seraphs sung.

Thy hopes shall animate my drooping soul, Yer here the brightest Seraphs could no more

Thy precepts guide me, and thy fear controul, Than hide their faces, tremble, and adorc.

Thus thall I rett uvmov'd by all alarms, Worms, angels, men, in ev'ry diff'rent sphere

Secure within the temple of thine arms, Are equal all, for all are nothing here.

From anxious cares, from gloomy terrors free, All Nature faints beneath the mighty name

And feel myself oinnipotent in thee. Which Nature's works, thro' all her parts, pro- And carth reccdes before my swimming ere;

Then when the last, the closing hour draws nigh, claim. I feel that name my inmost thoughts controul,

H'hen trembling on the doubtful edge of fate And breathe an awful ftillness thro' my soul;

I ftand, and tretch my view to either state ; As by a charm, the waves of grief subside;

Teach me to quit this transitory scene Impetuous paflion llops her licadlong tide :

With decent triumph and a lock serene; At thy felt presence all enotions ceale,

Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on high, And my hush'd spirit finds a sudden peace,

And, having liv'd to thee, in thee to dic,
Till ev'ry worldly thought within me dies,
And carth's gay pageanis vanish from my eyes ;
Till all

§ 54. A Summer Evening's Meditation. fense is loft in infinite,

my And onc vatt object fills my aching sight.

Mrs. BARBAULD. But foon, alas! this holy calın is broke; My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke;


'IS past! the fultry tyrant of the south With shackled pinions strives to soar in vain, Has spent his short-liv'd rage: more grate. And mingles with tkc dross of carth again.

ful hours But he, our gracious Matter, kind as just, Move filent on : the skies no more repel Knowing our fraine, remembers man is duft. The dazzled fight; but, with mild maiden bcams His spirit, ever brooding o'er our mind, Of temper'd light, invite the chcrith'd eye Sees the first wish to better hopes inclin'd; To wander o'er their spherc; wherс hung aloft Marks the young dawn of ev'ry virtuous aiin, Dian's bright crescent, like a silver bow And fans the smoking flax into a flame. New strung in heaven, lifts high its beamy horns, His cars are open to the softeit cry,

Inpatient for the night; and seems to push His grace descends to mect the lifted cyc; Her brother down the sky. Fair Venus shines He reads the language of a lilent tcar,

Ev'n in the cyc of day; with sweetest beam And fighs are incenle from a hcart fincere. Propitious thines, and shakes a trembling flood Such are the vows, the sacrifice I give;

of luften'd radiance from her dewy locks, Accept the vow, and bid the suppliant live: The fhadows fpread apace; while meeken'd Ere, From each terrestrial bondage let me free; Her cheek yet warm with bluihes, flow retires Suill ev'ry with that centres not in thec; Thro' the Hesperian gardens of the west, Bid my fond hopes, my vain disquiets ccafe, And shuts the gates of day. 'Tis now the hour And point my path to everlasting peace. When Contemplation, from her sunless haunts,

If the soft hand of winning pleasure leads The cool damp grotto, or the lonely depth By living waters, and thro' flow'ry meads, Of unpierc'd woods, where wrapt in filent fade When all is smiling, tranquil, and serenc, She mus'd away the gaudy hours of noon, And vernal beauty paints thc Matt'ring founc, And fed on thoughts unripend by the sun, Oh! teach me to elude cach latent snarc, Moves forward; and with radiant finger points And whisper to my Niding heart-Beware! To yon blue concave swellid by breath divine, With caution let me hear the Syren's voice, Where, one by one, the living eyes of heaven And doubtful, with a crembling heart, rejoice sivakc, quick kindling o'er the face of æther Ji friendless in a vale of tears I ftrar,

Onc boundlcís blaze; ten thousand trembling Where bricrs wound, and thorns perplexiny way, fires, Still let my sieady soul thy goodne's lie, And dancing lustres, where th' unsteady cye, And with strong confidence lay hold on thee; Rellets and dazzled, wanders unconfind With equal eve my various lot receive, O'cr all this field of glories: spacious field, Resign'd to die, or refolute to live;

And worthy of the master : he whose hand, Prepard to kiss the sceptre or the rol,

With bicroglyphics elder than the Nile, While God is seen in ail, and all in God. Infcrib'il the mystic tablet; hung on high

I read his awful name cniblazon's high To public gaze; and said, Adore, O mani, Wirh golven leaders of th' illuinin ' fky; The finger nf thy God! From what purc wells


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Of milky light, what soft o'erflowing urn, Said, Thus lct all things be, and thus they were, Are all these lamps fo fill'd: these friendly lamps, Where thall I seek thy presence? how unblan'd For erer streaming o'er the azure dcep

Invoke thy drcad perfection :To point our path, and light us to our home. Have the broad cye-lids of the morn beheld thee? How toft they slide along their lucid fpheres ! Or decs the beainy shoulder of Orion And, filent as the foot of Time, fulfill

Support thy throne ? O look with pity down Ticii defrin'd courses : Nature's self is huth'd, On eriing, guilty man! not in thy names Ard, but a scatter'd lcaf, which rustles thro' Of terror clad; not with those thunders arm'd The thick-uove foliage, not a sound is heard That conscious Sinai felt, when fear appallid To break the midnight air; tho' the rais'd car,

The scatter'd tribus! Tlou hart a gentler voice, Intentcly lift'ning, drinks in ev'ry brcath. That whispers comfort to the livelling heart, How deep the silence, yet how loud the praise ! Abath d, yet longing to behold her Maker. But are they Glent all? or is there not

But now my foul, unus'd to stretch her pow'rs A tongue in ev'ry star that talks with man, In flight fo daring, drops her wcary wing, And woocs him to be wile? nor woves in vain : And lecks again the known accustom'd ipot, This dead of midnight is the noon of thought, Dreft up with sun, and thade, and lawns, and And wisdom mounts her zenith with the Itars. A mansion fair and!pacious for its guest, (ftreanis ; At this still hour the felf-collected soul

And full replete with wonders. Let me here, Turns inward, and beholds a stranger there Content and grateful, wait the appointed time, Of bigh dulcent, and more

lan mortal rank; And ripen for the skies: the hour will come An embryo God; a spark of fire divine, When all these fplendours bursting on my sight Which must burn on for ages, when the sun Shall stand unveil'd, and to my ravish'd senso (Fair transitory creature of a day!)

Unlock the glorics of the world unknown.
Has cos'd his golden cyc, and, wrapt in shades,
Forgets his wonted jouiney thro' the cast. § 35. Hymn to Content,

Mrs. BARTAULD, Ye citadels of light, and seats of Gods!

Omnibus efe derit, fi quis cognoverit uti.
Perhaps iny future home, from whence the soul,
Reroving periods pali, may oft look back,

OTHOU', the Nymph with placid cys!

O seldom found, yet ever nigh! L'ith rariletted tendernels, on all

Receive my temp'rato vow : The various buty scenes the left belowv,

Not all the storms that ihake the pole Its deep-laid projects and its strange cvents,

Can e'er disturb thy halcyon soul,
As on some fond and doting tale that sooth'd

And smooth unalter'd brow.
Her infant hours- be it lawful now
To tread the hallow'd circle of your courts,

O come, in simple vest array'd,
And with murc wonder and delighted ave

With all thy sober cheer display'd,
Approach your burning confines ! -Seiz'd in

To bless my longing sight;
On fancy's wild and roving wing I fail (thought, Thy mien compos’d, thy even pace,
From the green borders of the peopled carth,

Thy meck regard, thy mation grace,
And the pale moon, her duteous fair attendant ;

And chaste subducd delight. Froin solitary Mars; from the vast orb

No more by varying passions beat, D: Jupiter, whole huge gigantic bulk

O gently guide my pilgrim fect
Dances in ether like the lightcit lcat;

To find thy hermit cell;
Tn the dim verge, the suburbs of the fystem, Where in fome pure and cqual sky
Where cheerlets Saturn, ʼmidst his wat'ry moons, Bencath thy foft indulgent eye
Gire with a lucid zone, in gloomy pomp,

The modest virtucs dwell.
Sies like an exil'd monarch : fearleis thence
Laach into the trackless deeps of space,

Simplicity in Attic veft,

And Innocence with candid brcast,
Where, burning round, ten thouíand luns appear, And clear undaunted eye;
Of elder beam; which aik no leave to thinc
Of our terrestrial ftar, nor borrow light

And Hope, who points to distant years,
From the proud regent of our scanty day;

Fair op'ning thro' this vale of tears

À vista to the sky.
Sons of the morning, first-born of crcation,
And only less than him who marks their track,

There Health, thro' whole calm bocom glide
And guides their fiery wheels. Here mult I ftop, The temp'rate joys in even tide,
Or is there aught beyond? What hand unfeen

That rarely ebb or flow; Impels mc onward thro’the glowmg orbs

And Patience there, thy sister meek, Of habitable nature, far remoto,

Presents her mild unvarying cheek To the dread confines of eterval night,

To meet the offer'd blow.
To felirudes of vast unpcopled Tjace,

Her influence taught the Phrygian sagę
The deserts of crcation, wide and wild, A tyrant master's wanton rage
Where embryo lystems and unkindled luns

With foutled (miles to meet;
Sleep in the womb of chaos ? l'ancy droops, Tour'd to toil and bitter bread,
And thought astonish'd stops her bold carcer. Ile bow'd his meck submitted licad,
But, oh thou mighty Mind I whole pow'rful word And kilo'd thy sainted fect.




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