The Dissolution of Universe.

AH! then shall yonder glorious King of day,
Cease to roll on in his diurnal way:

The silver moon, the radiant queen of night,
No more shall cheer us with reflected light:
And thou fair earth, our native seat below,
Shalt with a fiery desolation glow:

Yon golden stars from their vast orbs shall fall,
And universal ruin level all:

Yet shall the soul in self-existence tow'r
Smile on destruction, and defy its pow'r.

Address to the Deity.

UNFATHOM'D. essence! universal mind!
'Supporter wise of being's endless chain;
Led by no passions, to no parts confined,
Through vast immensity extends thy reign!

But where shall mortals find thy best loved seat,
In the wide palace, or the low roof'd cell?
In Europe's temperate clime, or Asia's heat,

Or where thy feather'd tribes, Columbia! dwell?

Or errs not man, when in his narrow thought

He bounds thy goodness to some favorite place? Points out peculiar acts thy hand hath wrought, To save the good, and extirpate the base?

Vain thought! to circumscribe the mind that reigns Alike through nature's universal frame!

Through earth and sea, and æther's wide domains, In all conspicuous, and in all the same!

To every laud extend thy laws divine,

Which give to vice, its fit companion, woe;
And still to virtue its best meed assign,
That solid bliss, the virtuous only know.

The Immortality of the Soul.

WHEN the pale moon still slumber'd in her cave,
Nor moved her spirit murm'ring on the wave;
When not a zephyr on the vi'let stray'd,

No sun-beam wanton'd, and no shadow play'd,
The ONE existed.-At his mighty word
The waters felt; the depths of darkness heard;
The sun up sprang; and man first drank this air,
The Maker's image, and the Godhead's care;
Though born of earth, form'd nature to controul,
And if a mortal, of æthereal soul:-

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Then see him fallen! must his hopes decay,
His transports fade, his thoughts dissolve away,
As flies the chaff upon the eastern wind,
And barely leave a passing wreck behind!--
O! did no angel's love, no Godhead's care,
Cherish the scion which it planted here?
Low with the clod, forgotten must it lie,
And blush and open, but to fade and die?
Ignoble thought! that HE, whose righteous sway
Directs the tear, and guides the golden day;

Who calls the tide from Ocean's farthest cave
For Man's support-Omnipotent to save!
Should destine, ere his fated course began,
Death to the soul, as to the nerves of man.

Can then the mercy, which in Egypt's tide For man bad waves be still, and seas divide; Which Sion led through desart shores afar, By day her pillar, and by night her star; Bid us through life's frail shoals and quicksands

roam,

Yet not provide against our end-a Home?—
O no! to this his anxious creatures turn,

From where the dimpling beams on Ganges burn,
To where, hoarse Gambia! round thy nightly flow
The sable nations weep their chains of woe;
And, by their sighs, confess this truth imprest,
That hopes of heaven lie deep in every breast.

Nor vain these hopes; for not on man in vain Was heap'd affliction, misery, and pain; That through this life his wearied feet should stray, Disease and death companions of his

way; Yet no hereafter live, to soothe his woe, Or recompence the tears he shed below.

For what is life, that it creates a sigh To leave this dreary region, and to die?

Awhile it smiles-The raging whirlwinds sweep; Spent are our joys, and all our sorrows weep:

Health, Youth, and Hope, in gloomy silence flown,

And only sorrow left us for our own.

The Orphan's Prayer.

THOU! the helpless Orphan's hope,
To whom, alone, mine eyes look up,
In each distressing day!

Father! (for that's the sweetest name
That e'er these lips were taught to frame)
Instruct this heart to pray!

Low in the dust my parents lie,

And no attentive ear is nigh

But thine, to mark my woe;

No hand, to wipe away my tears,
No gentle voice, to hush my fears,
Remains to me below.