Where from thy fpirit fhall I fly,

Diffusive, vital, felt thro earth and fky?

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If up to heav'n's aetherial height,

Thy profpect to elude, I fife; In fplendor there, feverely bright,

Thy prefence fhall my fight furprife:
There, beaming from their fource divine,
In full meridian, light and beauty fhine.

Beneath the pendant globe if laid,
If plung'd in hell's abyss profound,
I call on night's impervious shade
To fpread effential blackness round;
Confpicuous to thy wide furvey,

Ev'n hell's grim horrors kindle into day.

Thee, mighty God! my wond'ring foul,

Thee, all her confcious pow'rs adore;

Whose being circumfcribes the whole,

Whofe eyes its utmost bounds explore:

Alike illum'd by native light,

Amid the fun's full blaze, or gloom of night.

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If through the fields of aether borne,
The living winds my flight fuftain';
If on the rofy wings of morn,

I seek the distant western main ;

There, Q my God! thou ftill art found,

Thy pow'r upholds me, and thy arms surround.

Thy effence fills this breathing frame,

It glows in ev'ry conscious part;

Lights up my foul with livelier flame,

And feeds with life my beating heart :

Unfelt along my veins it glides,"

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While in the filent womb inclos'd,

A growing embryo yet I lay, Thy hand my various parts difpos'd,

Thy breath infus'd life's genial ray; Till finish'd by thy wond'rous plan,

I rofe the dread majeftic form of man.

To thee, from whom my being came,

Whose fmile is all the heav'n I know, Replete with all my wond'rous theme,

To thee my votive ftrains fhall flow:

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Great ARCHETYPE! who firft defign'd,
Expreffive of thy glory, humankind.

Who can the stars of heav'n explore,

The flow'rs that deck the verdant plain,
Th' unnumber'd fands that form the fhore,
The drops that fwell the spacious main?

Let him thy wonders publish round,
Till earth and heav'n's eternal throne resound.

As fubterraneous 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 tempeft of thy pow'r.

Fly then, as far as pole from pole,

Ye fons of flaughter, quick retire;

At whose approach my kindling foul
Awakes to unextinguish'd ire:
Fly; nor provoke the thunder's aim,

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The wretch, who dares thy pow's defy,

And on thy vengeance loudly call,
On him not pity's melting eye,
Nor partial favour, e'er fhall fall:
Still fhall thy foes be mine, ftill share
Unpity'd torture, and unmixt despair.

Behold, O God! behold me ftand,
And to thy strict regard disclose

Whate'er was acted by my hand,

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If vice indulg'd their candour stain,
Be all my portion bitterness and pain.
But, O! if nature, weak and frail,

To ftrong temptations oft give way;
If doubt, or paffion, oft prevail

O'er wand'ring reafon's feeble ray: Let not thy frowns my fault reprove,

But guide thy CREATURE with a FATHER'S love.

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An HYMN to DIVINE LOVE.

In Imitation of SPENCER.

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O more of lower flames, whofe pleasing rage

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With fighs and foft complaints I weakly fed; At whose unworthy shrine, my budding age, And willing Muse, their first devotion paid, Fly, nurse of madness, to eternal fhade in v SI Far from my foul abjur'd and banish'd fly, the of

And yield to nobler fires, that lift the foul more

high.

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O LOVE! coeval with thy parent God,
To thee I kneel, thy present aid implore;
At whose celestial voice and pow'rful nod,
Old difcord fled, and chaos ceas'd to roar,

Light fmil'd, and order rofe, unfeen before.
But in the plan of the eternal Mind,

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