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Ye birds, cxalt our Maker's name;
That infant, whose advancing hour Begin, and with th' important theme
Life's various sorrows try; Your artless lays improve;
(Sad proof of sin's transmissive pow'r), Wake with your songs the rising day,
That infant, Lored, am I. Let music sound on ev'ry spray,
A childhood yet my thoughts confess, And fill the vocal grove.
Though long in years mature ; Praise him, ye beasts, that nightly roam
Unknowing whence I feel distress, Ainid the salutary gloom,
And where, or what, its cure. 'Th'expected prey to seise ;
Author of good ! to thee I turn:
Thy ever-wakeful eye
Thy hand alone supply.
O let thy fear within me dwell, Who stamp'd his imiige on your clay,
Thy love my footsteps guide; and gave it pow'r to move,
That love shall vainer loves expel; Ye that in Judali's confines dwell,
That fear all fears beside. From age tv age successive tell
And, oh! by error's force subdued, The wonders of his lore.
Since ost my stubborn will Let Levi's tribe the lay prolong,
Prepost'rous shuns the latent good, Till anels listen to the song,
And grasps the specious ill; And bend attention down,
Not to iny wish, but to niy want, Let wonder seise the heavenly train,
Do thou thy gifts apply:
What ill, tho'ak'd, deny.
§ 67. The Trials of Virtue. Merrick. Before his altars kneel ; Where thrend in majesty he dwells,
Plac'd on the verge of youth, my mind And from thy mystic cloud reveals
Life's op'ning scene survey'd : The dictates of his will.
I view'd its ilis of various kind,
Aficted and afraid.
But clief my fear the dangers mord, To heavenly mansions scar;
That virtue's path inclose : O let your sorgluis praise display,
My heart the wise pursuit approv'd ; Till heaven itself shall melt away,
But, oh, what toils oppose! And tinxe shall be no more!
For sce! ah see! while
ways Praise him, ye meek and humble train,
With doubtful step I tread, Ye saints, whom his decrees ordain
A hostile work its terrors raise, The boundless bliss to share;
Its snares delusive spread. praise him, till
Oh how shall I, with heart prepard, To regions of eternal day,
Those terrors learn to meet ? And reign for ever there.
How from the thousand snares to guard Let us, who now impassive stand,
My unexperienc'd feet? Aw'd by the tyrant's stern command,
As thus I mov'd oppressive sleep Ainid the fiery blaze;
Soft o'er my temples drew While thus we triumph in the flame,
Oblivion's veil. --The wat'ry deep, Rise, and our Maker's love proclaim,
An object strange and new, In hymns of endless praise.
Before me rose : on the wide shore
Observant as I stood,
The gathering storms around me roar, $ 66. The Ignorance of Man. Merrick.
And heave the boiling flood. BEROLD
yon new-born infant griev'd Near and more near the billows rise ; With hunger, thirst, and pain;
Ev'n now my steps they lave! That asks to have the wants reliev'd,
And death to my affrighted eyes It knows not to complain.
Approach'd in ev'ry ware. Aloud the speechless suppliant cries,
What hope, or whither to retreat! And utters, as it can,
Each nerve at once unstrung, The woes that in its bosom rise,
Chill fear had fetter'd fast my feet, And speak its nature - man.
And chain’d my speechless tongue.
I feel iny heart within me die;
|The mighty mystery I'll sing, inspir’d, When sudden to mine car
Beyond the reach of hunian wisdom wrought, A voice, descending from on high,
Beyond the compass of an angel's thought, Reprov'd my erring fear :
How by the rage of man his God expir'd. * What tho' the swelling surge
I 'll make the trackless depths of nercy known,
thou see * Impatient to devour;
How to redeem his foe God render'd up his Sono * Rest, mortal, rest on God's decree,
I'll raise my voice to tell mankind * And thankful own his pow'r.
The victor's conquest o'er his doom;
How in the grave he lay confin’d, · Know, when he bade the deep appear,
To seal more sure the rar’nous tomb. “ Thus far," th’ Almighty said,
Three days, th’infernal empire to subdue, "Thus far, nor farther, rage; and here
He pass'd triumphant through the coasts of wor; "Let thy proud waves be stay'd."
With his own dart the tyrant Death he slew, I heard; and, lo! at once controld,
And led Hell captive through her realms below, The waves, in wild retreat,
A mingled sound from Calvary I hear, Back on themselves reluctant roll’d,
And the loud tumult thickens on my ear, And murmuring left my feet.
The shouts of murd'rers, that insult the slain,
The voice of torment, and the shrieks of pain. Deeps to assembling deeds in vain, Once inore the signal gave :
I cast my eyes with horror up
To the curst mountain's guilty top; The shores the rushing weight sustain,
See there! whom hanging in the midst I viety! And check th' usurping ware.
Ah! how unlike the other two! Convinc'd, in Nature's volume wise,
I see him high above his foes, The imag'd truth I read;
And gently bendmg from the wood And sudden from my waking eyes
His head in pity down to those Th' instructive vision Aled.
Whose guilt conspires to shed his blood.
His wide-extended arms I see * Then why thus heavy, my
soul! Say why, distrustful still,
Transfix'd with nails, and fasten'd to the tree. Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll
Man, senseless man! canst thou look on, • O'er scenes of future ill?
Nor make thy Saviour's pains thy own?
The rage of all thy grief exert, • Let faith suppress each rising fear,
Rend thy garments and thy heart: • Each anxious doubt exclude;
Beat thy breast, and grovel low, Thy Maker's will has plac'd thce here, Beneath the burden of thy woe; • Á Maker wise and good!
Bleed through thy bowels, tear thy kairs, He to thy ev'ry trial knows :
Breathe gates of sighis, and wecpa flood of tears Its just restraint to give;
Behold thy King, with purple cover'd round; Attentive to behold thy woes,
Not in the Tyrian tinctures dyed, "And faithful to relieve.
Nor dipt in poison of Sidonian pride;
But in his own rich blood that streams froma Then why thus heavy, O my soul ! Say why, distrustful still, Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll
Dost thou not see the thorny circled red? • O'er scenes of future ill?
The guilty wreath that blushes round his head!
And with what rage the bloody scourge applied * Tho' griefs unnumber'd throng thee round Curis round his limbs, and ploughs into his side. • Still in thy God confide,
At sych a sight let all thy anguish risc; * Whose finger marks the seas their bound, Break
the fountains of thy eyes. * And curbs the headlong tide.'
Here bid thy tears in gushing torrents flow,
Weep from thy soul, till earth be drown'd; $68. Christ's Passion : from a Greek Ode oft Weep, till thy sorrows drench the ground.
Jir. Masters, formerly of New College. Pitt Canst thou, ungrateful man! his torments see, No more of earthly subjects sing;
Nor drop a tear for him, who pours his blood
for thee? To heaven, my muse, aspire; 'To raise the song, charge ev'ry string,
And strike the living iyre.
Begin, in lofty nunbers show
§ 69. A Funeral Hymn. Wallet. Who reigns the Sov'reign God above Ye midnight shades, o'er nature spread! And suffers on the cross below.
Dumb silence of the dreary hour! Predigious pile of wonders! rais'd too high In honor of th' approaching dead, For the dim ken of frail mortality.
Around your awful terrors pour. What aumbers shall I bring along?
Yes, pour around From whence shall I begin the song
On this pale ground
Through all this derp surrounding gloom, Refine and purge our earthly parts;
But, oli, inflame and fire our hearts !
Our frailties help, our vice control, Those meciest mourners at a tomb.
Submit the senses to the soul;
And when rebellious they are grown, Lo! as the surplic'd train drew near
Then lay thy hand, and hold then dowt., To this last inansion of mankind,
Chase from our minds th' infernal foe, The slow sad bell, the sable bier,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow, In holy musing wrapt the mind!
And, lest our feet should step astray, And while their beam,
Protect and guide us in the way.
Make us eternal truth receive,
And practise all that we believe :
Give us thyself that we may see
The Father, and the Son, by thee. Strikes mute instruction to the heart!
Immortal honor, endless fame,
Attend th’ Almighty Father's name:
Iu strains that sigh, and words that weep; And equal adoration be,
Eternal Paraclete, 10 thee!
§ 71. A Night Piecc. Miss Carter.
And calm reflection scoths the pensive soul, in lijn appeari,
While rcason undisturbid :sseris her sway,
And life's deceiiful colors fade away;
To thee! all-conscious Presence! I devote
This peaceful interval of sober thought:
Here all nay better faculiies coufine;
And be this hour of sacred silence thine! Then, while we mingle dust with dusi,
If, by the day's illusive scenes misled, To One, supremely good and wise,
My erring soul from virtue's path has stray'd; Raise hallelujahs! God is just,
Snard by example, or by passion warmd, And man most happy when he dies!
Some false delight my giddy sense lias chammd; His winter past,
Mycalmer thoughts the wreiched choice reprore, Fair spring at last
And my best hopes are centred in thy love. Receives hin on her flow'ry shore ! Where pleasure's rose
Deprivid of this can life onc joy afford?
Its utmost boast a vain unnieaning word.
But, ah! how oft my lawless passions rore, And sin and sorrow are no inore!
And break those awful precepus l approre!
Pursue the fatal impulse labihor, $ 70. Veni Creator Spiritus, paraphrased. And violate the virtue I adore!
Dryden. Oft when thy betier Spirit's guardian care CREATOR Spirit, by whose aid
Warn'd my fond soul to shun ibe tempting snare, The world's foundations first were laid,
My stubborn will his gentle aid repressid, Come visit ev'ry pious mind;
And check'd the rising goodness in my breast; Come pour thy joys on human kind.
Mac with vain hopes, or urg'd by false desires, From sin and sorrow set us free,
Sull'd his soft voice, and quenchid bis sacred fires. And make thy temples worthy thee.
With griet' oppress'd, and prostrare in the dusi, O source of uncreated lighi,
Shouldst thou condemn, I own thy sentence just. The Father's promis'd Piraciete !
But, oh! thy softer titlez let me claini, Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire,
And plead my cause by Mercy's genile name. Our hearts with heavenly love inspire; Merey! that wipes the penitential tear, Come, and thy sncred unction bring
And dissipates the horrors of ckespair! To sanctify us, while we sing.
From rightcous justice steals the vengeful hour, Plenteous of grace, descend from high, Sofiens the dreadful atuibute of pow's, Rich in thy sevenfold energy!
Disarmıs the wratlı of an otiended God, Thou strength of his Almighy hand,
And seals by pardon in a Saviour's blood ! Whose pow'r does heaven and earth command. All pow'rful Grace, exert ihy gentle sway, Proceeding Spirit, our defence,
And teach my rebel passions to obey; Who dost the gift of tongues dispense, Lest lurking Holly, with insidious art, And crown thy gift with eloquence!
Rezain ny volatile inconstant heart !
Shall every high resolve Devotion frames Can pleasure's more bewitching charms
Religion! ere the hand of Fate
Shall make reflection plead too late,
My erring senses teach,
To ineditate the solemn truth
The mist of error, whence our fears
Derive their fatal spring:
And soften to an angel form $ 72. Ode to Melancholy. Carter.
The pale terrific king, COME, Melancholy! silent pow's,
When, sunk by guilt in sad despair, Companion of my lonely hour,
Repentance breathe her humble pray's, To sober thought confin'd!
And owns thy threat'nings jast; Thou sweetly sad ideal guest,
Thy voice the shudd'ring suppliant cheers,
With In all thy soothing charms co fest,
mercy calms her torturing fears, Inuulge my pensive mind.
And lifts her from the dust. Yo longer wildly hurried through
Sublim'd by thee, the soul aspires The tides of mirth, that ebb and flow Beyond the range of low desires, In folly's noisy streaın,
In nobler vicws elate : I from the busy crowd retire,
Unmov'd her distant change surveys, To court the objects that inspire
And, arm'd by faith, intrepid pays Thy philosophic dream.
The universal debt. Thro' yon dark grove of mournful yews
In death's soft shunber lullid to rest, With solitary steps I muse,
She siceps by siniling visions blest, By thy direction led :
That gently whisper peace; Hcre, cold to pleasares tempting forms,
Till the last morn's fair op'ning ray Coasociate with my sister worms,
Unfolds the bright eternal day
Of active life and bliss.
§ 73. Written at Midnight in a Thunder
Let coward Guilt, with pallid Fear,
To shelt’ring caverns fly, In death's refreshing shade.
And justly dread the vengefiu fate
That thunders through the sky.
Protected by that hand, whose law
The threat'ning storms obey, tell how trifling now appears
Intrepid virtue smiles secure, The train of idle hopes and fears,
As in the blaze of day. That varying life attend!
In the thick cloud's tremendous gloom, Ye faithless idols of our sense,
The lightning's lurid glare, Here own how vain the fond pretence,
It views the same all-gracious Pow's Ye empty names of joy!
That breathes the vernal air.' Your transient forms like shadows pass, Thro' Nature's ever-varying scene, Frail offspring of the majic glass,
By different ways pursued, · Befüre the mental eye.
The one eternal end of Heavia The dazzling colors, falsely bright,
Is universal good: Atract the gazing vulgar sight
With like beneficent effect With superficial state:
O'er flaming æther glows,
As when it tunes the linnet's voice,
By reason taught to scorn those fears
That vulgar minds molest, Or ill got wealth's superfluous store,
Let no fantastic terrors break The dread of death control?
My dear Narcissa's rest.
Thy life may all the tend'rest care
Yet I still one gen'ral cry the skies assails, Of Providence defend ;
And gain and grandeur load the tainted gales; And delegated angels round
Few know the toiling statesman's fear or care, Their guardian wings extend !
Th' insidious rival and the gaping heir. When thro' creation's vast expanse
Once $ more, Denfocritus, arise on earth,
With cheerful wisdom and instructive mirth, The last dread thunders roll, Untune the concord of the spheres,
See motley life in modern trappings drest, And shake the rising soul;
And feed with varied fools th' eternal jest :
Thou who couldst laugh where want enchaid Unmor'd may'st thou the final storm
caprice, Of jarring worlds survey,
Toil crush'd conceit, and man was of a piece ; That ushers in the glad serene
Whore wealth unlov'd without a mourner died; Of everlasting day!
And scarce a sycophant was sed by pride;
Where ne'er was known the form of mock debate, $ 74. The l'unity of Iluman Wishes.
Or seen a new-made mayor's unwieldy state;
Johnson. Where change of fav’rites made nochange of laws, In Imitation of the Tenth Satire of Juvenal.
And senates heard before they judg'd a cause ; Let observation with extensive view
How wouldst thou shakeat Britain's modish tribe, Survey mankind, from China to Peru; Dart the quick taunt, and edge the piercing gile? Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, Attentive truth and nature to descry, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life: And pierce each scene with philosophic eye, Then say how hope and fear, desire and hate, To thee were solemn toys or empty show, O'erspread with snares the clouded maze of fate, The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe: Where wav'ring man, betray'd by vent'rous All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain, - pride
Whose joys are causeless, or whose griefs are vain. To tread the dreary paths without a guide; Such was the scorn that fillid the sage's mind, As treach'rous phantoms in the mist delade, Renew'd at ev'ry glance on human kind ; Shuns fancied ills, or chases airy good : How just that scorn cre yet thy voice declare, How rarely reason guides the stubborn choice, Search ev'ry state, and canvass ev'ry pray’r. Rules the bold hand, or prompts the suppliant | Unnumber'd suppliants crowd Prefernient's voice :
gate, How nations sink by darling schemes opprest, A thirst for wealth, and burning to be great; When rengeance listens to the fool's request, Delusive Fortune hears th' incessant call, Fate wings with ev'ry wish th' afflictive dart, They inount, they shinc, evaporate, and fall, Each gift of nature, and each grace of art; On ev'ry stage the foes of peace artend, With fatal heat impetuous courage glows, Hate dogs their flight, and insultinocks theirend. With fatal sweetness elocution flows?
Love ends with hope, the sinking statesman's door Impeachment stopsthe speaker's powerful breath, Pours in the morning worshipper no more; And restless fire precipitates on death. (bold For growing names the weekly scribbler lies,
† But, scarce observd, the knowing and the To growing wealth the dedicator tlies; Fall in the gen’ral massacre of gold;
Frou ev'ry room descends the painted face, Wide-wasting pest, that rages unconfini, That hung the bright palladiuin of the place, And crowds with crimes the records of mankind! And smokd in kitchens, or in auctions sold, For gold his sword the lireling ruffian draws, To better features yields the frame of gold; For gold the hireling judge distorts the laws; For now no more we trace in ev'ry line Wealth heap'd on wealih nor truth nor safety Heroic worth, benevolence divine : The dangers gather as the treasures risc. [buys; The form distorted justifies the fall,
Let hist'ry tell, where rival kings command, And detestation rides th' indignant wall. And dubious title shakes the madden'd land, But will not Britain hear the last appeal, When statutes glean the refuse of the sword, Sign her foe's doom, or guard her fav’rites zeal? Ilow much more sase the vassal than the lord : ThroʻFreedoan's sons nomore remonstrancerings, Low sculks the hini beneath the rage of pow's, Degrading nobles anel controling kings; And leaves the wealthy traitor in the Tower, Our supple tribes repress their patriot throats, Untouch'd his cottage, and his slumbers souuti, And ask no questions but the price of votes; Tho' confiscation's vultures hover round. With weekly libels, and septennial ale,
The needly traveller, serene and gay, Their wish is full to riot and to rail, Walks the wild heath, and sings his toil away, In full-blown dignity, sce "Polscy stand, Does envy seise thee? crush th' upbraiding joy; Law in his voice, and fortune in his hand : Increase his riches, and his peace destroy. To him the church, the realm, their pow'rs conNew fears in dire vicissitude invade,
Thro' him the rays of regal bounty shine; [sign, The rustling break alarms, and quiv ring shade; Turn'd by his nód the stream of lionor fluws, Nor light nor darkness brings his pain relief, His smile alone security bestows: Que shows the plunder, and one hides the thief.
Ver. 23--27. S Ver. 28-55. • Ver. l.-11. + Ver. 12--22.
# Ver. 56--107.