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Where from thy fpirit shall I fly,
Thy prospect to elude, I rile;
Thy presence thall my fight furprise : There, beaming from their source divine, In full meridian, 'light and beauty shine. Beneath the pendant globe if laid,
If plung’d in hell's abyss. profound,
To spread essential blackness round;
Thee, all her conscious pow'rs adore ;
its utmost bounds explore: Alike illum'd by native light, Amid the sun's full blaze, or gloom of night.
3 If through the fields of aether borné,
The living winds my flight sustain'; 50 If on the rosy wings.of morn,
I seek the distant western main There, Q my God! thou still art found, Thy pow'r upholds me, and thy arms surround. Thy essence fills this breathing frame,
55 It glows in ev'ry conscious part; Lights up my soul with livelier flame,
And feeds with life my beating heart: Unfelt along my veins it glides, And through their mazes rolls the purple tides. 60 While in the filent womb inclos'd,
A growing embryo yet I lay,
Thy breath infus'd life's genial ray;
wond'rous theme, To thee my votive strains shall flow :
Replete with all
Great ARCHETYPE! who first design’d,
Who can the stars of heav'n explore,
The flow'rs that deck the verdant plain,
The drops that swell the spacious main ?
As subterraneous flames confin'd,
From earth's dark womb impetuous rise, The conflagration, fann'd by wind,
Wraps realms, and blazes to the skies: In lightning's flash, and thunder's roar, Thus vice shall feel the tempest of thy pow'r.
Fly then, as far as pole from pole,
Ye fons of slaughter, quick retire; At whose approach my kindling soul
Awakes to unextinguish'd ire: Fly; nor provoke the thunder's aim, You, who in scorn pronounce th’Almighty's name.no
The wretch, who dares thy pow'r defy,
And on thy vengeance loudly call, On him not pity's melting eye,
Nor partial favour, e'er shall fall: Still fhall thy foes be mine, still share
9.5 Unpity'd torture, and unmixt despair. Behold, O God! behold me stand,
And to thy strict regard disclose
Whate'er my inmost thoughts propose:
To strong temptations oft give way;
105 O'er wand'ring reason's feeble ray: Lęt not thy frowns my
reprove, But guide thy CREATURE with a FATHER's love.
An HYMN to Divine Love,
In Imitation of SPENCER.
Far from my
O more of lower flames, whose pleasing rage
With sighs and soft complaints I weakly fed; At whose unworthy shrine, my budding age, And willing Muse, their first devotion paid, Fly, nurse of madness, to eternal shades Y 31
foul abjur'd and banish'd fly. ie ad And yield to nobler fires, that lift the soul more high.
But in the plan of the eternal Mind,