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nsult the banish'd Wanderer: On slie goes
Neglected and sorlorn: Disease, and Cold,
b\d Famine, worst of Ills, her Steps attend:
set patient, and to Heav'ns jult Will resigri'd,
ihe ne'er is seen to weep, or heard to sigh.

Now turn your Eyes to yon sweet-sinelling Bow'r,
Where flush'd with all the Insolence of Wealth
Sits pamper'd Vice! sor him the Arabian Gale
Breathes sorth delicious Odours; GalHa's Hills
For him pour Nectar from the purple Vine;
Nor think sor these he pays the Tribute due
To Heav'n: Of Heaven he never names the Name,
Save when with Imprecations dark and dire
He points his Jest obscene. Yet buxom Health
Sits on his rosy Cheek; yet Honour gilds
His high Exploits; and downy-pinion'd Sleep
Sheds a soft Opiate o'er his peaceful Couch,

See'st thou this, righteous Father! See'st thou this,
And wilt thou ne'er repay? Shall Good and 111
Be carried undistinguish'd to the Land
Where all Things are sorgot;—Ah! no ; the Day
Will come, when Virtue from the Cloud shall burst
That long obscur'd her Beams; when Sin shall fly
Back to her native Hell; there sink eclips'd
In penal Darkness; where no Star shall rise,
Nor ever Sunshine pierce th' impervious Gloom.

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the Great Tribunal. Glynn.

ON that great Day the solemn Trump shall sound, (That Trump which once in Heaven, on Man's

Revolt Convok'd th' astonim'd Seraphs ;) at whose Voice Th' unpeopled Graves shall pour forth all their Dead, Then lhall th' assembled Nations of the Earth From ev'ry Quarter at the Judgment Seat Unite ; Egyptians, Babylonians, Greeks, Parthians; and they who dwell on Tyher's Banks, Names fam'd of old: or who of later Age, Chinese and Ruffian, Mexican and Turk, Tenant the wide Terrene; and they who pitch Their Tents on Niger's Banks; or where the Sun Pours on Golconda's Spires his early Light, Drink Ganges' facred Stream. At once shall rise Whom distant Ages to each others Sight Had long denied: Before the Throne shall kneel Some great Progenitor, while at his Side Stands his Descendant through a thoufand Lines., Whate'er their Nation, and whate'er their Rank, Heroes and Patriarchs, Slaves and sceptered Kings. With equal Eye the God of All shall lee, And judge with equal Love.

The Ex D of the World. . Glvnn.

HOW shall the Muse, her Numbers all too weak, Tell how that restless Element of Fire Shall wage with Seas and Earth intestine War,

And deluge all Creation? Whether (so

Some !ome think) the Comet, as thro' Fields of Air jawlesi he wanders, shall rush headlong on, Thwarting th' Ecliptic where th' unconscious Earth lolls in her wonted Course; whether the Sun With Force centripetal into his Orb Attract he* long reluctant; or the Caves, Those dread Volcanos where ungend'ring lye Sulphureous Minerals, from their dark Abyss Pour Streams.of liquid Fire ; -while from above, As erst on Sodom, Heav'n's averging Hand

Rains sierce Cumbustion. Where are now the

Works Of Art, the Toil of Ages? Where are now Th' Imperial Cities, Sepulchres, and Domes, Trophies and Pillars? Where is Egypt's Boast, Those lofty Pyramids which high in Air Rear'd their aspiring Heads, to distant Times Of Memphian Pride, a lasting Monument? Tell me where Athens rais'd her Towers ?—Where

Thebes Open'd her hundred Portals ?—Tell me where Stood Sea-girt Albion ?—Where Imperial Rome Propt by seven Hills, fat like a scepter'd Queen, And aw'd the tributary World to Peace? Shew me the Rampart, which o'er many a Hill Thro' many a Valley stretch'd its wide Extent, Rais'd by that mighty Monarch, to repel The roving Tartar, when with Insult rude 'Gainst Pekin's Towers he bent th' unerring Bow.

But what is mimic Art? ev'n Nature's Works, Seas, Meadows, Pastures, the meand'ring Streams, And everlasting Hills shall be no more.

No more shall Teneriff cloud-piercing Height
O'er-hang th' Atlantic Surge.—Nor that fam'd Cliff
Thro' which the Persian steer'd with many a Sail
Throw to the Lemuian Isle its Evening Shade
O'er half the wide Ægean .—Where's Ararat,
That Hill on which the faithful Patriarch's Ark,
Which seven long Months had voyag'd o'er its Top,
First rested, when the Earth with all her Sons,
As now by streaming Cataracts of Fire,
Was whelm'd by mighty Waters ?—All at once
Are vanish'd and dislblv'd; no Trace remains,
No Mark of vain Distinction: Heaven itself
That azure Vault with all those radiant Orbs
Sinks in the univerfal Ruin lost—
No more shall Planets round their central Sun
Move in harmonious Dance; no more the Moon
Hang out her Silver Lamp; and those six'd Stars
Spangling the golden Canopy of Night,
Which oft the Tuscan with his optic Glass
Call'd from their wond'rous Height, to read their

Names
And magnitude, fome winged Minister
Shall quench ; and (surest Sign that all on Earth
Is lost) shall rend from Heaven the mystic Bow.

Such is that awful, that tremendous Day,
Whose Coming who shall tell? sor as a Thief
Unheard, unseen, it steals with silent Pace
Thro' Night's dark Gloom.—Perhaps as here I sit,
And rudely carol these incondite Lays,
Soon shall the Hand be check'd, and dumb the Mouth
That lisps the fault'ring Strain.—O ! may it ne'er
Intrude unwelcome on an ill-spent Hour »

But

But find me wrapt in Meditations high,
Hymning my great Creator!

"Power supreme! "O everlasting King! to Thee I kneel, "To Thae I lift my Voice. With servent Heat "Melt all ye Elements! And Thou, high Heaven, "Shrink, lik a shrivell'd Scroll! But think, O

"Lord, "Think on the best, the noblest of thy Works; "Think on thine own bright Image! Think on

"Him "Who dy'd to fave us from thy righteous Wrath; *« And 'midst the Wreck of Worlds remember

« Man."

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