Then bade his potent lyre control

The mighty storm that rent his soul.

Cease your cares: the body's pain
A sweet relief may find:
But gums and lenient balms are vain
To heal the wounded mind.

Come, fair Repentance, from the skies,
O sainted maid with upcast eyes!
Descend in thy celestial shroud,
Vested in a weeping cloud!
Holy guide, descend and bring
Mercy from the' eternal king!
To his soul your beams impart,
And whisper comfort to his heart!—

They come: O king, thine ear incline:
Listen to their voice divine:

Their voice shall every pang compose, To gentle sorrow soothe thy woes; Till each pure wish to heaven shall soar, And peace return, to part no more! Behold, obedient to their great command, The lifted dagger quits his trembling hand: Smooth'd is his brow, where sullen care And furrow'd horror couch'd with fell despair: No more his eyes with fury glow; But heavenly grief succeeds to hellborn woe. See the signs of grace appear:

See the soft relenting tear

Trickling at sweet Mercy's call!
Catch it, angels, ere it fall!
And let the heart-sent offering rise,
Heaven's best accepted sacrifice!-

VOL. I.

BB

Yet, yet again?-Ah see, the pang returns;
Again with inward fire his heaving bosom burns!
Now, shepherd, wake a mightier strain;
Search the deep heart-rending pain;
Till the large floods of sorrow roll,

And quench the tortures of his soul.
Almighty Lord! accept his pang sincere!
Let heavenly hope dispel each dark temptation!
And, while he pours the penitential tear,
O, visit him with thy salvation!—

Stoop from heaven, ye raptured throng:
Sink, ye swelling tides of song!

For lo! dissolved by music's melting power,
Celestial sorrow rolls her plenteous shower.
O'er his wan cheek the colours rise,
And beams of comfort brighten in his eyes.
Happy king, thy woes are o'er!

Thy God shall wound thy soul no more!
The pitying Father of mankind

Meets the pure returning mind.

Now lowly let the rustic measure glide

To quell the dark remains of self-consuming pride;
Till nature's home-sprung blessings he confess,
And own that calm content is happiness.-
Ye woods and lakes, ye cliffs and mountains,
Haunted grots and living fountains!
Listen to your shepherd's lay,

Whose artless carols close the day.
Bounding kids around him throng;
The steep rock echoes back his song:
While all unseen to mortal eye,
Sliding down the evening sky,

Holy Peace, though born above,
Daughter of Innocence and Love,
Quits her throne and mansion bright,
Her crown of stars and robe of light,
Serene, in gentle smiles array'd,
To dwell beneath his palm-tree shade.
.Hail, meek angel! awful guest!

Still pour thy radiance o'er my breast! Pride and Hate in courts may shine: [thine! The shepherd's calm and blameless tent is Softly, softly breathe your numbers; And wrap his wearied soul in slumbers! Gentle sleep, becalm his breast, And close his eyes in healing rest! Descend, celestial visions, ye who wait, God's ministering powers, at heaven's eternal gate! Ye, who nightly vigils keep, And rule the silent realms of sleep, Exalt the just to joys refined,

And plunge in woe the guilty mind,
Descend!-Oh, waft him to the skies,
And open all heaven's glories to his eyes!
Beyond yon starry roof, by seraphs trod,

Where light's unclouded fountains blaze;
Where choirs immortal hymn their God,
Intranced in ecstasy of ceaseless praise.
Angels, heal his anguish!

Your harps and voices join!

His grief to bliss shall languish,
When soothed by sounds divine.

Behold, with dawning joy each feature glows!
See, the blissful tear o'erflows!-

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The fiend is fled!-Let music's rapture rise:
Now harmony, thy every nerve employ:

Shake the dome, and pierce the skies:
Wake him, wake him into joy.

What power can every passion's throe control? What power can boast the charm divine To still the tempest of the soul?

Celestial harmony, that mighty charm is thine!
She, heavenly born, came down to visit earth,
When from God's eternal throne

The beam of all-creative wisdom shone,
And spake fair order into birth.

At wisdom's call she robed yon glittering skies,
Attuned the spheres, and taught consenting orbs
Angels rapt in wonder stood;

[to rise;

And saw that all was fair, and all was good. "Twas then, ye sons of God, in bright array Ye shouted o'er creation's day:

Then, kindling into joy,

The morning stars together sung;

And through the vast ethereal sky

Seraphic hymns and loud hosannas rung.

DR. BROWN.

PRINTED BY C. WHITTINGHAM;

FOR CHARLES S. ARNOLD, TAVISTOCK STREET, COVENT GARDEN, LONDON.

1823.