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Then shall ev'ry guiltlefs pleafure

Smile with charms unknown before, Hope fecure in real treafure

Mourn her blasted joys no more: Then through each revolving year— Though earthly glories fad away, Though youth, and strength, and life itfelf, decayYet still more bright the profpect fhall appear; Happier still the latest day, Brightest far the partiog ray.— O'er life's last scene celestial beams ihall fliine, Till Death at length lhall burst the chain, While fongs of triumph found on high; Then ihall Hope her pow'r resign, Lost in -endlefs ecstafy, And never-fading joy in heaven's full glories reign.


JLoNELY and silent, o'er the russet sields,

Musing along, with pensive steps I love !— The fcene no more its wonted pleafure yields,

Its beauty loft, and mute the neighb'ring grove* Whilst Grief o'er drooping Nature tbeds a tear,

Assection fond ihall pour the duteous lay, To mourn the ruins of the falling year,

Ere yet the wmtry storms o'ercast the day.

Sweet were thole fcenes, when lovely crops of grain Wav'd to the foft-w;ng'd breeze, that fragrance bore

From yonder, balmy meads and fertile plain, Which now their flowery vestment wear no more. Twas there, with bright-ey'd Fancy erst, I sira\'d

To meet Hygeia on the dewy lawn;
(Then fweeter fmil'd the rofy-blufhing maid,)

When young Aurora kindled up the dawn.
And there, by lonely Contemplation led,

What time chaste Eve aflum'd her gentle reign, Tasted the fweets by bounteous Nature fpread;

Sootli'd by fweet Philomela's charming strain :— But now, which way soe'er I turn my eyes,

The fading profpect sickens to my view, The drooping Woodland's variegated dyes

Proclaim around gay Summer's last adieu.

Adieu, ye sields; adieu, ye once-lov'd shade;;

Adieu thofe pleafures once to me ye gave 1 For others joy the flowers may deck your glades,

Your warblers sing, and future foliage wave. But why lament for transient pleafures flown?

Spring shall return, and deck the ravag'd plain; Nature again fhall lofe her wintry frown.

And fmile through all her animated reign. If not to me; yet Hope's tranflucent ray

Opens a profpect far beyond the tomb, Where happy sields enjoy a cloudlefs day,

And groves immortal wear a fadelefs bloom. A few revolving funs the change may bring,

Which lands me on that peaceful boundlefs snore, There to enjoy an everlasting Spring,

Where Winter storms disturb the fcene no more.



This ODE represents tire Difficulty of a just Translation of the Psalms of David, in all their Hebrew Glory ; with an Apology for the Imitation of them io Christian Language.

Shew roe the man that dares and sings
Great David's verfe to Britifh ftrings:
Sublime attempt! but bold and vain
As building Babel's tower again.

The bard* that climb'd to Cooper's Hi!!,
Reaching at Zion, sham'd his lkill,
And bids the fons of Albion own,
. That Judah's Pfalmist reigns alone.

Blest Poet! nov/, like gentle Thames,
He foothes.our ears with filver streams;
Like his own Jordan now he rolls,
And fweeps away our captive fouls*
Softly the tuneful shepherd leads
The Hebrew flocks to flowery meads:
He marks their path with notes divine,
While fountains fpring with oil and wine.

Rivers of peace attend his fong,
And draw their milky train along:
He jars; and lo! the flints are broke,
But honey isfues from the rock.

When kindling with victorious sire,
H« makes his lance acrofs the lyre:
• Sir John Denham.

The lyre refounds unknown alarms,
And fets the thunderer in arms.

Behold the God! th' Almighty King
Rides on a tempest's glorious wing:
His ensigns lighten round the iky,
And moving legions found on high.

Ten thoufand cheruhs wait his courfe,
Chariots of sire and flaming horfe:
Earth tremhles, and her mountains flow,
At his approach, like melting fnow.

But who thefe frowns of wrath can draw,
That strike Heav'n, Earth, and Hell, with awe?
Red lightning from his eyelids hroke;
His voice was thunder, hail, and fmoke*

He fpake; the cleaving waters fled,
.And stars heheld the ocean's hed:
While the great master strikes his lyre,
You fee the frighted floods retire•

In heaps the frighted billows stand,
Waiting the changes of his hand:
He leads his Ifrael through the fea,
And watery mountains guard their way.

Turning his hand with fovereign fweep
He drowns all Egypt in the deep:
Then guides the trihes, a glorious hand,
Through deferts, to the promis'd land 1

Here camps> with wide Crrihattl'd force;
Here gates and hulwarks flop their course;
He storms the mounds, the hulwark falls,
The harp lies strow'd with ruin'd walls.

See hi* hroad fword flies o'er the strings, And mows down nations with their kings From every chord his holts are hurl'd, And vengeance fmites the rehel world.

Lo! the great Poet shists the fcene;
And shews the face of God ferene:
Truth, Meeknefs, Peace, Salvation ride,
With guards of justice at his side.

No meaner mufe could weave the light,
To form his rohes divinely hright;
Or frame a crown of stars to shine
With heams for Majesty Divide.

Now in prophetic light he fees
Ages to come, and dark decrees;
He hrings the Prince of Glory down,
Stript of his rohe and starry crown.

See Jews and Heathens sir'd with rage;
See the comhining pow'rs engage
Against th' Anointed of the Lord,
The Man whom angels late ador'd;

God's only Son; hehold he dies!
Surprising grief! the groans arife I
The lyre complains on ev'ry string,
And mourns the murder of her King.

But Heaven's Anointed must not dwell
In death: the vanquish'd pow'rs of hell
Yield to the harp's diviner lay;
The grave resigns th' illustrious prey.
Mesfiah lives! Messiah reigns!
The fong furmounts the airy plains.

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