XVIII.

Ye fecret fprings, ye gentle rills,
That murm'ring rife among the hills,

Or fill the humble vale;

Praise him, at whofe almighty nod
The rugged rock diffolving flow'd,
And form'd a fpringing well.

XIX.

Praise him, ye floods, and feas profound,
Whose waves the fpacious earth furround,
And roll from shore to shore;
Aw'd by his voice, ye feas, fubfide,
Ye floods, within your channels glide,
And tremble and adore.

XX.

Ye whales, that ftir the boiling deep,
Or in its dark receffes fleep,

Remote from human eye;

Praise him, by whom ye all are fed,
Praise him, without whose heavenly aid
Ye languish, faint, and die.

XXI.

Ye birds, exalt your Maker's name,
Begin, and with th' important theme

Your artless lays improve ;

Wake with your fongs the rifing day,
Let mufick found on ev'ry spray,
And fill the vocal grove.

XXII. Praife

XXII.

Praise him, ye beafts, that nightly roam
Amid the folitary gloom,

Th' expected prey to feize;
Ye flaves of the laborious plough,
Your stubborn necks fubmiffive bow,
And bend your weary'd knees.

XXIII.

Ye fons of men, his praise display,
Who ftampt his image on your clay,
And gave it pow'r to move;
Ye, that in Judah's confines dwell,
From age to age fucceffive tell
The wonders of his love.

XXIV.

Let Levi's tribe the lay prolong, 'Till angels liften to the song,

And bend attentive down;

Let wonder feize the heav'nly train,
Pleas'd, while they hear a mortal strain,

So fweet, fo like their own.

XXV.

And you, your thankful voices join,

That oft at Salem's facred shrine

Before his altars kneel;

Where thron'd in majefty he dwells,

And from the mystick cloud reveals

The dictates of his will.

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XXVI. Ye

XXVI.

Ye fpirits of the just and good,
That, eager for the bleft abode,
To heav'nly manfions foar;
O! let your fongs his praise display,
Till heav'n itself shall melt away,

And time fhall be no more.

XXVII.

Praise him, ye meek and humble train,
Ye faints, whom his decrees ordain
The boundlefs blifs to fhare;

O! praise him, till ye take your way
To regions of eternal day,

And reign for ever there.

XXVIII.

Let us, who now impaffive ftand,

Aw'd by the tyrant's ftern command,

Amid the fiery blaze;

While thus we triumph in the flame,
Rife, and our Maker's love proclaim,

In hymns of endless praise.

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AN ODE TO FANCY.

By the Same.

ANCY, whofe delufions vain

Rival thou of Nature's pow'r,
Can'ft, from thy exhaustless store,
Bid a tide of forrow flow,

And whelm the foul in deepest woe:
Or in the twinkling of an eye,
Raise it to mirth and jollity.

Dreams and fhadows by thee ftand,
Taught to run at thy command,

And along the wanton air,
Flit like empty Goffimer,

Thee, black Melancholy of yore

To the fwift-wing'd Hermes bore:
From the mixture of thy line,
Different natures in thee join,
Which thou chufeft to exprefs

By the variance of thy dress.

Now

Now like thy fire thou lov'ft to feem
Light and gay with pinions trim,
Dipt in all the dyes that glow
In the bend of Iris' bow:

Now like thy mother drear and fad,
(All in mournful vestments clad,
Cyprefs weeds and fable ftole,)
Thou rufheft on th' affrighted foul.
Oft I feel thee coming on,

When the night hath reach'd her noon,
And darkness partner of her reign,
Round the world hath bound her chain,
Then with measur'd step and flow,
In the church-yard path I go,
And while my outward fenfes fleep,
Loft in contemplation deep,
Sudden I ftop, and turn my ear,

And lift'ning hear, or think I hear.
First a dead and fullen found

Walks along the holy ground;

Then thro' the gloom aernate break

Groans, and the fhrill screech-owl's fhriek.

Lo! the moon hath hid her head,

And the graves give up their dead :

By me pafs the ghaftly crouds,
Wrapt in vifionary shrouds ;

Maids, who died with love forlorn,
Youths, who fell by maidens' scorn.

Helpless