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cies, who do not think and speak of you, as I The virtuous partner of my nuptial bands,
Appear'd a widow to my frantic sight;
My little prattlers lifting up their hands,
Beckon me back to them, to life, and light; and most humble servant, I come, ye spotless sweets! I come again, C. SMART. Nor have your tears been shed, nor have ye
in vain. When Israel's ruler' on the royal bed
All glory to th' Eternal, to th' Immense, In anguish and in perturbation lay,
All glory to th’Omniscient and Good, (tense, The down reliev'd not his anointed head,
Whose powr's uncircumscrib'd, whose love's inAnd rest gave place to borrour and dismay. Fast flow'd the tears, high heav'd each gasping Except thro” him—thro' him, who stands alone,
But yet whose justice ne'er could be withstood. sigh When God's own prophet thunder'd—Monarch, Of worth, of weight allow'd for all mankind thou must die.
tatone! “ And must I go," th’ illustrious mourner cry'd, He rais'd the lame, the lepers he made whole,
“I who have serv'd thee still in faith and truth, He fix'd the palsied nerves of weak decay, Whose snow-white conscience no foul crime has He drove ont Satan from the tortur'd soul, died
And to the blind gave or restor'd the day, From youth to manhood, infancy to youth, Nay more,--far more unequal'd pangs sustain'd, Like David, who have still rever'd thy word Till his lost fallen flock his taintless blood regain'd. The sovereign of myself and servant of the Lord!”
My feeble feet refus'd my body's weight, The judge Almighty heard his suppliant's moan, Nor wou'd my eyes admit the glorious light,
Repeal'd his sentence, and his health restor'd; My nerves convuls'd shook fearful of their fate, The beams of mercy on bis temples shone, My mind lay open to the powers of night.
Shot from that Heaven to which his sighs had He pitying did a second birth bestow The Sun retreated : at his maker's nod (soar'd; A birth of joy--not like the first of tears and woe. And miracles confirm the genuine work of God.
Ye strengthen'd feet, forth to his altar move; But, О immortals! What bad Ito plead [lance,
Quicken, ye new-strung nerves, th' enraptur'd When Death stood o'er me with his threat'ning
lyre; When reason left me in the time of need, Ye Heav'n-directed eyes, o'erflow with love; And sense was lost in terrour or in trance,
Glow, glow, my soul, with pure seraphic fire ; My sinking soul was with my blood inflam'd,
Deeds, thoughts, and words no more bis mandates And the celestial image sunk, defac'd and maim'd.
But to his endless glory work, conceive, and I sent back memory, in heedful guise, To search the records of preceding years ;
speak. Home, like the raven to the ark3, she flies,
O ! penitence, to virtue near allied, Croaking bad tidings to my trembling ears : Thou can'st new joys e'en to the blest impart; O Sun, again that thy retreat was made,
The list’ning angels lay their harps aside And threw my follies back into the friendly To hear the music of thy contrite heart; shade!
And Heav'n itself wears a more radiant face,
Redemption and forgiveness, heavenly sounds!
Behold the balm that heals the gaping wounds- Of elements, the limpid fount that flows ; Vengeance divine's by penitence supprest
Give me 'mongst gems the brilliant to behold; She struggles with the angel, conquers, and is
O’er Flora's flock imperial is the rose: blest4,
Above all birds the sov'reign eagle soars;
And monarch of the field the lordly lion roars. Yet hold, presumption, nor too fondly climb,
And thuu too hold, O horrible despair ! What can with great Leviathan compare, In man humility's alone sublime,
Who takes his pastime in the mighty main? Who diffidently bopes he's Christ's own care- What, like the Sun, shines thro’ the realms of air, O all-sufficient Lamb! in death's dread hour
And gilds and glorifies th' ethereal plain ? Thy merits who shall slight, or who can doubt Yet what are these to man, who bears the sway'; thy power?
For all was made for him to serve and to But soul-rejoicing health again returns,
obey. The blood meanders gentle in each vein,
Thus in high Heaven charity is great, The lamp of life renew'd with vigour burns,
Faith, hope, devotion hold a lower place; And exil'd reason takes her seat again
On her the cherubs and the seraphs wait, Brisk leaps the heart, the mind's at large once
Her, erery virtue courts, and every grace; more,
See ! on the right, close by th’ Almighty's throne, To love, to praise, to bless, to wonder and adore.
In him she shines confest, who came to make 1 Hezekiah vi. Isaiah xxxviii.
her known. * Isaiah, chap. xxxviii. 3 Gen. viii, 7. 4 Gen, xxxii. 24, 25, 26, 27, 28.
5 Pind. Olymp. 1.
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Deep-rooted in my heart then let her grow, Or what can thoughts (tho'wild of wing they rove
That for the past the future may atone; Thro' the vast concave of th' etherial round) That I may act what thou hast giv'n to kuow, If to the Heav'n of Heavens they'd wing their way
That I may live for thee and thee alone, Advent'rous, like the birds of wight they're lost, And justify those sweetest words from Heav'n, And delug'd in the flood of dazzling day.“That he shall love thee most to whom thou'st May then the youthful, uninspired bard most forgiven.6"
Presume to hymn th' Eternal; may be soar
He may-if thou, who from the witless babe ETERNITY OF THE SUPREME
Ordainest honour, glory, strength and praise,
Uplift th’unpinion'd Muse, and deign t'assist,
Before this earthly planet wound her course
Round Light's perennial fountain, before Light
And hail'd thee Architect of countless worlds
Thon art--all glorious, all-beneficent,
All wisdom and omnipotence thou art.
But is the era of creation fix'd I give my Kislingbury estate to the university As when these worlds began? Cou'd aught retard of Cambridge for ever: the rents of which shall Goodness, that knows no bounds, from blessing be disposed of yearly by the vice-chancellor for Or keep th' immense Artificer in sloth ? [ever, the time being, as he the vice-chancellor, the Avaunt the dust-directed crawling thought, master of Clare-Hall, and the Greek professor That puissance immeasurably vast, for the time being, or any two of them, shall And bounty inconceivable cou'd rest agree. Which three persons aforesaid shall give Content, exhausted with one week of 'actionout a subject, which subject shall for the first No-in th' exertion of thy righteous pow'r, year be one or other of the perfections or attri- Ten thousand times more active than the Sun, butes of the Supreme Being, and so the suc
Thou reign'd, and with a mighty hand compos'd ceeding years, till the subject is exhausted; and Syste innumerable, matchless all, afterwards the subject shall be either Death, All stampt with thine uncounterfeited seal. Judgment, Heaven, Hell, Purity of Heart, &c.
But yet (if still to more stupendous heights or whatever else may be judged by the vice- The Muse unblam'd her aching sense may strain) chancellor, master of Clare-Hall
, and Greek Perhaps wrapt up in contemplation deep, professor to be most conducive to the honour of The best of beings on the noblest theme the Supreme Being and recommendation of vir- Might ruminate at leisure, scope immense tue. And they shall yearly dispose of the rent Th' eternal Pow'r and Godhead to explore, of the above estate to that master of arts, whose And with itself th' omniscient mind replete. poem on the subject given shall be best approved This were enough to fill the boundless all, by them. Which poem I ordain to be always in This were a sabbath worthy the Supreme ! English, and to be printed, the expeuse of Perhaps enthron’d amidst a choicer few, which shall be deducted out of the product of ofsp’rits inferior, he might greatly plan the estate, and the residue given as a reward for The two prime pillars of the universe, the composer of the poem, or ode, or copy of Creation and Redemption—and a while
Pause—with the grand presentiments of glory. WE the underwritten, do assign Mr. Sea- All ignorance, and self-plam'd vanity
Perhaps—but all's conjecture here below, ton's reward to C. Smart, M. A. for this Othou, whose ways to wonder at's distrust, poem on The Eternity of the Supreme Being Whom to describe's presumption (all we can, and direct the said poem to be printed, accord- And all we may-) be glorified, be prais'd. ing to the tenor of the will.
A day shall come when all this Earth shall peEdm. Keene, vice-chancellor.
When all the armies of the elements
To make perdition triumph; it shall come,
Shall sever in the centre, and devour In un decypher'd characters is wrote
Th’ enormons blaze of the destructive flames, Incomprehensible!- what can words,
Ye rocks, that mock the raving of the floods, The weak interpreters of mortal thoughts, And proudly frown upon th’impatient deep,
Where is your grandeur now? Ye foaming waves, 6 Luke vii. 41, 42, 43.
That all along th' immense Atlantic roar,
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In vain ye swell; will a few drops suffice View him with fearful love; let truth pronounce, To quench the inextinguishable fire?
And adoration on her bended knee Ye mountains, on whose cloud-crown'd tops the With Heav'n directed hands confess his reign, cedars
And let th' angelic, archangelic band Are lessen'd into shrubs, magnific piles,
With all the hosts of Heav'n, cherubic forms,
Nor shall the verdant vallies then remain
IMMENSITY OF THE SUPREME
A POETICAL ESSAY.
Nor thou , illustrious monarch of the day;
MR. SEATON'S WILL,
Dated Oct. 8. 1738. Sbarers, not bright spectators of the scene.
But tho' the Earth shall to the centre perish, Nor leave behind ev'n Chaos; tho' the air
I give my Kislingbury estate to the university With all the elements must pass away,
of Cambridge for ever: the rents of which shall Vain as an ideut's dream; tho' the huge rocks,
be disposed of yearly by the vice-chancellor That brandish the tall cedars on their tops,
for the time being, as he the vice-chancellor, With humbler vales must to perdition yield;
the master of Clare-Hall, and the Greek profesTho' the gilt Sun, and silver-tressed Moon
sor for the time being, or any two of them shall With all her bright retinue, must be lost;
agree. Which three persons aforesaid shall give Yet tbou, Great Father of the world, surviv'st
out a subject, which subject shall for the first Eternal, as thou wert: yet still survives
year be one or other of the perfections or attri. The soul of man immortal, perfect now,
butes of the Supreme Being, and so the succeedAnd candidate for unexpiring joys.
ing years, till the subject is exhausted; and He comes! He comes! the awful trump I hear; afterwards the subject shall be either Death, The flaming sword's intolerable blaze
Judgment, Heaven, Hell, Purity of Heart, &c. I see; He comes! th' archangel from above.
or whatever else may be judged by the viceArise, ye tenants of the silent grave,
chancellor, master of Clare-Hall, and Greek Awake incorruptible and arise ;
professor to be most conducive to the honour of From east to west, from the antarctic pole
the Supreme Being and recommendation of vir.
tue. To regions hyperborean, all ye sons,
And they shall yearly dispose of the rent
of the above estate to that master of arts, whose Ye sons of Adam, and ye heirs of Heav'nArise, ye tenants of the silent grave,
poem on the subject given shall be best approved Awake incorruptible and arise."
by them. Which poem I ordain to be always in 'Tis then, nor sooner, that the restless mind
English, and to be printed; the expense of Shall find itself at bome; and like the ark
which shall be deducted out of the product of Fix'd on the mountain-top, shall look aloft
the estate, and the residue given as a reward for O'er the vague passage of precarious life;
the composer of the poem, or ode, or copy of And, winds and waves and rocks and tempests past,
WE the underwritten do assign Mr. SeaEnjoy the everlasting calm of Heav'n:
ton's reward to C. Smart, M. A. for his 'Tis then, nor sooner, that the deathless soul poem on The Immensity of the Supreme BeShall justly know its nature and its rise:
ing, and direct the said poem to be printed, 'Tis then the human tongue new-tun'd shall give according to the teuor of the will. Praises more worthy the eternal ear,
EDM. Keene, vice-chancellor. Yet what we can, we ought;—and therefore,
J. Wilcox, master of Clare-Hall. thou, Purge thon my heart, Omnipotent and good! April 20, 1751. Purge thou my heart with hyssop, lest like Cain I offer fruitless sacrifice, with gifts Offend, and not propitiate the Ador'd.
sce more I dare to rouse the sounding string, Tho' gratitude were bless'd with all the pow'rs The poet of my God-Awake iny glory, Her barsting heart cou'd long for, thu'the swift, Awake my lute and harp-myself shall wake, The firy-wing'd imagination soard
Soon as the stately night-exploring bird Beyond ambition's wish-yet all were rain In lively lay sings welcome to the dawn. To speak him as he is, who is Ineffable.
List ye! how Nature with ten thousand tongues Yet still let reason thro the eye of taith Begins the grand thanksgiving. Hail, all hail,
Ye tenants of the forest and the field!
Of kindred jasper_Nature in them both My fellow subjects of th’eternal King,
Delights to play the mimic on herself; I gladly join your matins, and with you
And in their veins she oft pourtrays the forms Confess his presence, and report his praise. Of leaning hills, of trees erect, and streams
Otbou, who or the lambkin, or the dove,. Now stealing softly on, now thund'ring down When offer'd by the lowly, meek, and poor, In desperate cascade, with flow'rs and beasts Prefer`st to pride's whole hecatomb, accept And all the living landscape of the vale. This meap essay, por from thy treasure-house Io vain thy pencil, Claudio, or Poussin, Of Glory' immense, the orphan's might exclude. Or thine, immortal Guido, wou'd essay
What tho' th’Alinighty's regal throne be rais'd Such skill to imitate-it is the hand High o'er yon azure Heav'n's exalted dome Of God himself--for God himself is there. By mortal eye unken'd—where East por West Hence with th' ascending springs let me adNor South, nor blust'ring North has breath to
Thro' beds of magnets, minerals and spar, Albeit he there with angels, and with saints Up to the mountain's summit, there t indulge Hold conference, and to his radiant host
Th' ambition of the comprehensive eye, Ev'n face to face stand visibly confest :
That dares to call th'horizon all her own. Yet know that nor in presence or in pow'r Behold the forest, and th' expansive verdure Shines he less perfect here; 'tis man's dim eye Of yonder level lawn, whose smooth-shorn sod That makes th' obscurity. He is the sa!ne, No object interrupts, uuless the oak Alike in all his universe the same.
His lordly head uprears, and branching arms Whether the mind along the spangled sky Extends-behold in regal solitude, Measure her pathless walk, studious to view And pastoral magnificence he stands Thy works of vaster fabric, where the planets So simple! and so great! the under-wood Weave their harmonious rounds, their march di- Of meaner rank an awful distance keep. recting
Yet thou art there, yet God himself is there Still faithful, still inconstant to the Sun; Ev'n on the bush (tho' not as when to Moses Or where the comel thro' space infinite
He shone in burning majesty reveald) (Tho' whirling worlds oppose, and globes of fire) Nathless conspicuous in the linnet's throat Darts, like a javelin, to his destin'd goal. Is his unbounded goodness-Thee her Maker, Or where in Heav'n above the Heav'n of Heav'ns Thee her Preserver chants she in her song; Burn brighter suns, and goodlier planets roll While the all emulative vocal tribe With satellites more glorious—l'hou art there. The grateful lesson learn-no other voice
Or whether on the Ocean's boist'rous back Is heard, no other sound--for in attention Thou ride triumphant, and with out-stretch'd Buried, ev'n babbling Echo holds her peace.
Now from the plains, where th' unbounded Curb the wild winds and discipline the billows,
Chequer'd variety in all her forms,
Which the vague mind attract and still suspend Oh! cou'd I search the busom of the sea, With sweet perplexity. What are yon tow'rs Down the great depth desceuding; there thy The work of lab'ring man and elumsy art works
Seen with the ring-dove's nest-on that tall beech Wou'd also speak thy residence; and there. Her pensile house the feather'd artist buildsWou'd I thy servant, like thy still profound, The rocking winds molest her not; for see, Astonish'd into silence muse thy praise!
With such due poise the wond'rous fabric's bung, Behold! behold! th'unplanted garden round That, like the compass in the bark, it keeps Of vegetable coral, sea-fow'rs gay,
True to itself and stedfast ev'n in storms. And shrubs, with amber, from the pearl-pav'd Thou ideot, that assertst there is no God, bottom
View and be dumb foreverRise richly varied, where the finny race
Go bid Vitruvious or Palladio build In blithe security their gambols play:
The bee bis mansion, or the ant her cavem While high above their heads Leviathan
Go cali Correggio, or let Titian come
[cherry The terrour and the glory of the main
To paint the hawthorp's bloom, or teacb the
Hence ye prophane ! for God bimself is here.
And tho' nor shining sun, nor twinkling star
Bedeck'd the crimson curtains of the sky; Form weak ideas of her maker's glory.
Tho' neither vegetable, beast, nor bird
Were extant on the surface of this ball,
Yet man at home, within himself, might find
The Deity immense, and in t,bat frame The agate and the deep-intrench'd gem
So fearfully, so wonderfully made,
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See and adore his providence and pow's
Arise, divine Urania, with new strains
To hymn thy God, and thou, immortal Fame,
And pow'r, and domination in the height!
And thou, cherubic Gratitude, whose voice
To pious ears sounds silverly so sweet,
Regenerate, and pure, pour all thyself
And may th' eternal, high mysterious tree,
That in the centre of the arched Heav'ns
Bears the rich fruit of knowledge, with some
branch To the most reverend his grace the lord Stoop to my humble reach, and bless my toil ! archbishop of Canterbury ; this poetical essay on the Omniscience of the Supreme Being, is a senseless embryo, then my soul thou knewst,
When in my mother's womb conceal'd I lay with all humility inscribed, by his grace's most
Knewst all her future workings, every thought, dutiful, most obliged, and most obedient hum
And every faint idea yet unform’d. ble servant,
When up the imperceptible ascent
Of growing years, led by thy hand, I rose,
That what of knowledge in my mind was low,
Imperfect, incorrect-in thee is wonderons,
Uncircumscrib'd, unsearchably profound,
And estimable solely by itself. I give my Kislingbury estate to the university
What is that secret pow'r, that guides tho of Cambridge for ever: the rents of which sball
brutes, be disposed of yearly by the vice-chancellor Which ignorance calls instinct ? 'Tis from thee, for the time being, as the vice-chancellor, It is the operation of thine hands, master of Clare-hall, and the Greek professor immediate, instantaneous; 'tis thy wisdom, for the time being, or any two of them, shall That glorious shines transparent thro' thy works. agree. Which three persons aforesaid shall give Who taught the pye, or who forewarn'd the jay out a subject, which subject shall for the first Toshun the deadly nightshade? tho' the cherry year be one or other of the perfections or attri- Boasts not a glossier hue, nor does the plumb butes of the Supreme Being, and so the suc- Lure with more seeming sweets the amorous eye, ceeding years, till the subject is exhausted ; and Yet will not the sagacious birds, decoy'd afterwards the subject shall be either Death, By fair appearance, touch the noxious fruit, Judgment, Heaven, Hell, Purity of Heart, &c. or They know to taste is fatal, whence alarm'd whatever else may be judged by the vice-chan- Swift on the winnowing winds they work their cellor, master of Clare-hall, and Greek professor
way. to be most conducive to the honour of the Su
Go to, proud reas'ner, philosophic man, [-No. preme Being and recommendation of virtue.
Hast thou such prudence, thou such knowledge ? And they shall yearly dispose of the rent of the Full many a race has fall’n into the snare above estate to that master of arts, whose poem Of meretricious looks, of pleasing surface, on the subject given shall be best approved by And oft in desert isles the famish'd pilgrim them. Which poem I ordain to be always in By forms of fruit, and luscious taste beguild,
1 English, and to be printed; the expense of Like his forefather Adam, eats and dies. which shall be deducted out of the product of For why? his wisdom on the leaden feet the estate, and the residue given as a reward for Of slow experience, dully tedious, creeps, the composer of the poem, or ode, or copy of And comes, like vengeance, after long delay.
The venerable sage, that nightly trims WE the underwritten, do assign Mr. Sea- of plants medicinal, the earth, the air,
The learned lamp, t'investigate the pow'rs ton's reward to C. Smart, M A. for his poem
And the dark regions of the fossil world, on The Omniscience of the Supreme Being, and
Grows old in following, what he ne'er shall find; direct the said poem to be printed, according to
Studious in vain! till haply, at the last the tenor of the will.
He spies a mist, then shapes it into mountains, J. Wilcox, vice-chancellor. And baseless fabric from conjecture bailis.
T. FRANKLIN, Greek-professor. While the domestic animal, that guards November 2, 1752
At midnight hours his threshold, if oppress'd