Of darkness, arm'd with flaming thunderbolts,
And flashes of red lightning to increase

The woe, and make ev'n darkness visible.
The hills fhall tremble at his dire approach;
And fearful mountains, pil'd up to the clouds,
Fall down precipitant with rapid force,

And spread a plain immenfe. For God will come
Full fraught with vengeance to confume your foes;
You in his bounteous mercy to protect.

Then fhall the eyes long clos'd in blackest night,
To whom no gladfome dawn of light appear'd,
But comfortless, impenetrable fhade,
Shake off the film of darkness, and behold
The long-expected day. New fcenes of joy
Shall then appear, and various prospects rife
To cheer the new-born fight. The deafen'd ear,
On whose dull nerves fad-moping Silence dwelt,
And lock'd from mufic's note, or voice of man,
Shall open glad its labyrinths of found,
Again the ftringed inftrument shall feel,
And the fweet words of focial converfe hear.
The lame, infirm, creeping with flow advance,
Dragging with pain reluctant feet along,

And scarcely by the friendly crutch sustain'd,
Shall throw th' unferviceable prop afide,
And stand erect, exulting like a roe
Upon Mount Tabor, frifking nimbly round"
On the foft verdant turf, with wanton tread

Skimming

Skimming along the furface of the plain,
Or lightly bounding o'er the rifing ground.
The dumb for melancholy filence fram'd,
Cut off from friendly converse with mankind,
Striving in vain the fad defect to mend
With gabb'ring noise of broken fyllables
Confus'd, fhall talk in dialects compleat ;
And tongues, that knew not how to speak, fhall fing.
New fcenes of joy fhall gladden ev'ry face;
And univerfal peace o'erfpread the land.

The glowing ground, gaping with burning thirst,
Shall greedily fuck in the humid tide,
Pouring from caverns of the craggy hills

In limpid ftreams, ftill warbling, as they fall,
Melodious murmurs down the ample glade,
And crystal springs refresh the thirsty land.
Where heretofore the curling ferpent lay
In many a wily labyrinth felf-roll'd,
Or fwept deceitful o'er the dufty plain
In horrid fpires, and many a tow'ring maze,
The trembling reed fhall wave his fringed top;
And the tall rufh in flender fpires up-rife.
The swampy marfh fhall its broad flag produce,
With bending willow, fport of every wind;
And vegetable earth new bloom display
Delightful, with prolific verdure cloth'd,
A wasteful defart now, and barren foil.

A way

A way shall be prepar'd, a path direct,
Mark'd out by line with an unerring hand,

Ev'n a ftreight path, which God himself fhall make;
It fhall be call'd, THE WAY OF HOLINESS;
A way to facred footsteps only known,
Where the unhallow'd fhall no entrance find,
Nor impious feet profane the facred ground.
God fhall attend the motions of the just,

Watch o'er their steps, and guide them as they go;
And none shall wander from the obvious path,

For who can err, when God directs the

way ?
The rampant lion shall not wander there,
Nor fiery tiger, roaring for his prey;
Nor prowling wolf, that howls along the plain,
With the keen pangs of raging hunger stung;
Nor furly bear in Nebo's mountains bred,

Or Carmel's forest ranging merciless ;

Such as came furious from the neighb'ring groves
Of ancient Bethel with voracious speed,
Grinning deftruction as they roam'd along,

And flew the mockers of the good old feer.

But free, and unmolested shall they walk
Whom heav'n protects, and God vouchfafes to guide.
The ranfom'd captives, weary of the yoke,
The heavy yoke of long oppreffive thrall,
Shall cheerfully return to happier climes,
In melody break forth the gladden'd heart,
That speaks deliverance, and the voice of joy.

Judab

Judah fhall witness to the grateful fong;
And faithful Zion echo back the found.
No figns of woe shall hang upon the cheek,
No fhuddering fear, nor horrible despair;
But grief with all its melancholy train

Of huge difmay shall fly from ev'ry face.
Gladness shall crown the head, peace fill the heart,
And endless rapture dwell on ev'ry brow.

K

By WILLIAM HARRISON. 1706.

Habitarunt Di quoque fil-vas.

IND heav'n at length, fuccefs fully implor'd,

To Britain's arms her hero had reftor'd:
And now our fears remov'd, with loud applaufe
Jointly we crown'd his conduct, and his cause.
'Transporting pleasure rais'd each drooping tongue,
The peasants fhouted, and the poets fung.
The poets fung, tho' Addison alone
Adorns thy laurels, and maintains his own;
In him alone, great MARLBOROUGH, is seen,
Thy graceful motion, and thy godlike mien

VIRG.

Each

Each action he exalts with

rage divine,
And the full Danube flows in ev'ry line.
But we in vain to that fublime afpire;
So heatless glow-worms emulate the fire,
Shine without warmth: another song prepare,
My Mufe; the country is the Mufe's care;
Thither thy much-lov'd MARLBOROUGH pursue
With eager verse, and keep thy theme in view.
But oh what joyful numbers can disclose
The various raptures his approach bestows;
How vales refound, how crowds collected share
The radiant glories of the matchless pair?

The

gen'rous youths, within whose bosoms glow Some fecret unripe longings for a foe,

Surveying here the favourite of Fame,

Conceive new hopes, and nurse the growing flame:
While fofter maids confefs a pleafing pain,
And fighing wish he had been born a fwain.

So when the pow'rs appeas'd bade difcord cease,
And Greece obtain'd from jarring gods a peace,
The god of war, and beauteous queen of love,
To Cyprian fhades their peaceful chariot drove :
Shepherds and nymphs attending form'd the train,
And mirth unusual revell'd on the plain.

And should the gods once more their heav'n forego,
To range on earth, and bless mankind below,,
O'er all the globe no region would be found,
With nobler foil, or brighter beauty crown'd.

Phœbus