Beneath your fhades, and near your crystal springs,
I first prefum'd to touch the trembling strings.
All hail, thrice honour'd! 'Twas your great re-
To blefs a people, and oblige a crown. [nown
And now you rife. eternally to thine,
Eternally to drink the rays divine.

Indulgent God! Oh, how fhall mortal raise
His foul to due returns of grateful praife,
For bounty fo profufe to human kind,
Thy wondrous gift of an eternal mind?
Shall 1, who fome few years ago was lefs
Than worm, or mite, or fhadow, can express,
Was nothing, fhall I live, when every fire
And every far fhall languish and expire?
When earth's no more, fhall I furvive above,
And through the radiant files of angels move?
Or, as before the throne of God I stand,
Ste new worlds rolling from his fpacious hand,
Where our adventures fhail perhaps be taught,
As we now tell how Michael fung or fought;
All that has being in full concert join,
Ard celebrate the depths of love divine.

But oh! before this blifstul ftate, before
Th' afpiring foul this wondrous height can foar,
The Judge, defcending, thunders from afar,
And all mankind is fummon'd to the bar.

This mighty fcene i next prefume to draw: Attend, great Anna, with religious awe. Expect not here the known fuccefsful arts To win attention, and command our hearts: Fiction, be far away; let no machine Defcending here, no fabled God, be feen; Behold the God of Gods indeed defcend, And worlds unnumber'd his approach attend! Lo! the wide theatre, whofe ample space Muft entertain the whole of human race, At heaven's all-powerful edia is prepar'd, And fenc'd around with an immortal guard. Tribes, provinces, dominions, worlds, o'erflow The mighty plain, and deluge all below: And every age and nation pours along; Nacred and Bourbon mingie in the throng: Adam falutes his youngeft fon; no fign Of all thofe ages which their births disjoin. How empty learning, and how vain is art, But as it mends the life, and guides the heart! What volumes have been fwell'd, what time been fpent,

To fix a hero's birth-day or defcent!

What joy must it now yield, what rapture raise,
To fee the glorious race of ancient days;
To greet those worthies, who perhaps have flood
Bluftrious on record before the flood!
Alas! a nearer care your foul demands.
Cæfar unnoted in your prefence stands.

How vaft the concourfe! not in number more
The waves that break on the refounding shore,
The leaves that tremble in the fhady grove,
The lamps that gild the fpangled vaults above :
Thofe overwhelming armies, whofe coma and
Said to one empire, fall, another, ftand ;
Whole rear lay wrapt in night, while breaking
dawn

Rons'd the broad front, and call'd the battle on: Great Xerxes' world in arms, proud Canue's field, Where Carthage taught victorious Rome to yield,

(Another blow had broke the fate's decree,
And earth had wanted her fourth monarchy)
Immortal Blenheim, fam'd Ramillia's hoft,
They all are here, and here they all are loft:
Their millions fwell to be difcern'd in vain,
Loft as a billow in th' ur- unded main.

This echoing voice now rends the yielding air, "For judgment, judgment, fons of men prepare!" Earth fakes anew; I hear her groans profound; And hell through all her trembling realms refound.

Whoe'er thou art, thou greateft power of earth,
Bleft with moft equal planets at thy birth;
Whofe valour drew the most fuccessful fword,
Moft realms united in one common lord;
Who, on the day of triumph, faidit, Be thine
The fkies, Jehovah, all this world is mine:
Dare not to lift thine eye-Alas! my mufe,
How art thou loft! what numbers canft thou choose?
A fudden blufh inflames the waving sky,
And now the crimfon curtains open fly;
Lo far within, and far above all height,
Where heaven's great Sovereign reigns in world's
of light,

Whence nature He informs, and with one ray
Shot from his eye, does all her works furvey,
Creats, fupports, confounds! Where time and place,
Matter, and form, and fortune, life, and grace,
Wait humbly at the footstool of their God,
And move obedient at his awful nod;
Whence he beholds us vagrant emmets crawl
At random on this air fufpended ball
(Speck of creation): if he pour one breath,
The bubble breaks, and 'tis eternal death.

Thence iffuing I behold (but mortal fight
Suftains not fuch a rushing fea of light)
I fee, on an empyreal flying throne
Sublimely rais d, Heaven's everlasting SoN;
Crown'd with that majesty that form'd the world,
And the grand rebel flaming downward herl'd.
Virtue, dominion, praife, omnipotence,
Support the train of their triumphant prince.
A zone, beyond the thought of angels bright,
Around him, like the zodiac, winds its light.
Night fhades the folemn arches of his brows,
And in his check the purple morning glows.
Where'er forene he turns propitious eyes,
Or we expect, or find, a paradife :

But if refentment reddens their mild beams,
The Eden kindles, and the world's in flames.
On one hand, Knowledge fhines in pureft light;
On one, the word of Juflice, fiercely bright.
Now bend the knee in fport, prefent the reed;
Now tell the fcourg'd Impoflor he shall bleed!

Thus glorious through the courts of heaven, the

fource

Of life and death eternal bends his courfe;
Loud thunders round him roll, and lightnings play;
Th' angelic hoft is rang'd in bright array: (thell,
Some touch the string, fome frike the founding
And mingling voices in rich concert fwell;
Voices feraphic; bleft with fuch a strain,
Could Satan hear, he were a god again.

Triumphant King of Glory! Soul of Blifs!
What a ftupendous turn of fate is this?
O! whither art thou rais'd above the fcor
And indigence of him in Beth'lem born;
A j

A needlefs, helplefs, unaccounted, guest,
And but a fecond to the fodder'd beaft?
How chang'd from him, who meekly proftrate laid,
Vouchfaf'd to wash the feet himfeif had made?
From him who was betray'd, forfook, deny'd,
Wept, languifh'd, pray'd, bled, thirsted, groan'd,
and dy'd;

Hung pierc'd and bare, infulted by the foe, [low?
All heaven in tears above, earth unconcern'd be-
And was't enough to bid the fun retire?
Why did not nature at thy groan expire?
I fee, I hear, I feel, the pangs divine;
The world is vanish'd-I am wholly thine.

Miftaken Caiaphas! Ah! which blafphem'd; Thou, or thy prisoner? which shall be condemn'd? Well might'ft thou rend thy garments, well exclaim;

Deep are the horrors of eternal flame!

But God is good! 'Tis wond'rous all! Ev'n he
Thou gav't to death, fhame, torture, dy'd for thee.
Now the defcending triumph ftops its flight,
From earth full twice a planetary height.
There all the clouds condens'd, two columns raife,
Diftinct with orient veins and golden blaze.
One fix'd on earth, and one in fea, and round
Its ample foot the fwelling billows found.
These an immeafurable arch fupport,

The grand tribunal of this awful court.

Sheets of bright azure, from the pureft sky,

Stream from the cryftal arch, and round the columns fly.

Death, wrapt in chains, low at the bafis lies,
And on the point of his own arrow dies.

Here high enthron'd th' Eternal Judge is plac'd,
With all the grandeur of his godhead grac'd;
Stars on his robes in beauteous order meet,
And the fun burns beneath his awful feet.

Now an archangel eminently bright,
From off his filver staff of wond'rous height,
Unfurls the Chriftian flag, which waving flies,
And shuts and opens more than half the skies:
The crofs fo ftrong a red, it fheds a stain,
Where'er it floats, on earth, in air, or main;
Flushes the hill, and fets on fire the wood,
And turns the deep-dy'd ocean into blood.

Oh, formidable glory dreadful bright!
Refulgent torture to the guilty fight.
Ah turn! unwary mufe, nor dare reveal
What horrid thoughts with the polluted dwell.
Say, (not to make the fun fhrink in his beam)
Dare not affirm, they wifh it all a dream;
With, or their fouls may with their limbs decay,
Or God be fpoil'd of his eternal fway.
But rather, if thou know'ft the means, unfold
How they with transport might the fcene behold.
Ah how! but by repentance, by a mind
Quick, and fevere its own offence to find?
By tears, and groans, and never-ceafing care,
And all the pious violence of prayer?
Thus then, with fervency till now unknown,
I caft my heart before th' eternal throne,
In this great temple, which the skies furround,
For homage to its Lord, a narrow bound.

"O thou! whofe balance does the mountains

Thy power, my weakness, may I ever fee, "And wholly dedicate my foul to thee:

Reign'd o'er my will; my paffions ebb and flow "At thy command, nor human motive know! "If anger boil, let anger be my praise, "And in the graceful indignation raise. "My love be warm to fuccour the distress'd, "And lift the burden from the foul opprefs'd. "Oh, may my understanding ever read "This glorious volume, which thy wifdom made! "Who decks the maiden fpring with flowery pride? "Who calls forth fummer, like a sparkling bride? "Who joys the mother autumn's bed to crown? "And bids old winter lay her honours down! "Not the great Ottoman, or greater Czar, "Not Europe's, abitrefs of peace and war. "May fea and land, and earth and heaven be join'd, "To bring th' Eternal Author to my mind! "When oceans roar, or awful thunders roll, "May thoughts of thy dread vengeance shake my

foul!

"When earth's in bloom, or planets proudly fhine, "Adore, my heart, the Majefty Divine!

Through every scene of life, or peace, or war, Plenty, or want, thy glory be my care! "Shine we in arms? or fing beneath our vine? "Thine is the vintage, and the conqueft thine : "Thy pleasure points the fhaft, and bends the bow; "The clufter blafts, or bids it brightly glow: "'Tis thou that lead'ft our powerful armies forth, "And giv'ft great Anne thy fceptre o'er the north. "Grant I may ever, at the morning-ray, "Open with prayer the confecrated day; "Tune thy great praife, and bid my foul arife, "And with the mounting fun afcend the fkies: "As that advances, let my zeal improve, "And glow with ardour of confummate love; "Nor ceafe at eve, but with the fetting fun

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My endless worship fhall be ftill begun. And, oh! permit the gloom of folemn night "To facred thought may forcibly invite. "When this world's fhut, and awful planets rife, "Call on our minds, and raise them to the skies Compofe our fouls with a lefs dazzling fight, "And thow all nature in a milder light; "How every boisterous thought in calms fubfides! "How the fmooth'd spirit into goodness glides ! "O how divine! to tread the milky way, "To the bright palace of the Lord of Day; "His court admire, or for his favour fue, "Or leagues of friendship with his faints renew; "Pleas'd to look down, and fee the world asleep, "While I long vigils to its founder keep!

"Canft thou not fhake the centre? Oh! controul "Subdue by force, the rebel in my foul: "Thou, who canft ftill the raging of the flood, "Restrain the various tumults of my blood; "Teach me with equal firmness to sustain

Alluring pleasure, and assaulting pain.

"O may I pant for thee in each defire! "And with strong faith foment the holy fire! "Stretch out my foul in hope, and grafp the prize, "Which in eternity's deep bosom lies! "At the great day of recompence behold, "Devoid of fear, the fatal book unfold! * Then wafted upward to the blissful feat, "From age to age, my grateful fong repeat; "My light, my life, my God, my Saviour fee, "And rival angels in the praise of thee.”

BOOK III.

**Effe quoque in fatis reminifcitur, affore tempus,
#Quo mare, quo tellus, correptaque regia cœli
Ardeat; et mundi moles operofa laboret."
OVID. MET.
Tuz book unfolding; the refplendent feat
Of faints and angels; the tremendous fate
Of guilty fouls; the gloomy realms of woe;
And all the horrors of the world below;
I next prefume to fing: What yet remains
Demands my laft, but most exalted strains.
And let the mufe or now affect the sky,
Or in inglorious fhades for ever lie.

She kindles, she's inflam'd so near the goal;
She mounts, fhe gains upon the starry pole;
The world grows lefs as the pursues her flight,
And the fun darkens to her distant fight.
Heaven opening, all its facred pomp displays,
And overwhelms her with the rushing blaze!
The triumph rings archangels fhout around!
And echoing nature lengthens out the found!

Ten thoufand trumpets now at once advance;
Now deepest filence lulls the vast expanse :
So deep the filence, and so strong the blast,
As nature dy'd, when she had groan'd her laft.
Nor man, nor angel, moves; the Judge on high
Looks round, and with his glory fills the sky:
Then on the fatal book his hand he lays,
Which high to view supporting seraphs raise;
In folemn form the rituals are prepar'd,
The feal is broken, and a groan is heard.
And thou, my foul, (oh fall to fudden prayer,
And let the thought fink deep!) fhalt thou be
there?

See on the left (for by the great command
The throng divided falls on either hand ;)
How weak, how pale, how haggard, how obfcene,
What more than death in every face and mien?
With what diftrefs, and glarings of affright,
They fhock the heart, and turn away the fight?
In gloomy orbs their trembling eye-balls roll,
And tell the horrid fecrets of the foul.

Each gefture mourns, each look is black with care,
And every groan is loaden with despair.
Reader, if guilty, fpare the mufe, and find
A truer image pictur'd in thy mind.

Shouldst thou behold thy brother, father, wife,
And all the foft companions of thy life,
Whole blended interefts levell'd at one aim,
Whofe mix'd defires fent up one common flame,
Divided far; thy wretched felf alone

Caft on the left, of all whom thou hast known;

How would it wound? What millions would£t thou give

For one more trial, one more day to live?
Flung back in time an hour, a moment's space,
To grafp with eagerness the means of grace;
Contend for mercy with a pious rage,
And in that moment to redeem an age?
Drive back the tide, fufpend a storm in air,
Arreft the fun; but ftill of this despair.

Mark, on the right, how amiable a grace!
Their Maker's image fresh in every face!
What purple bloom my ravish'd foul admires,
And their eyes sparkling with immortal fires!
Triumphant beauty! charms that rife above
This world, and in bleft angels kindle love!
To the Great Judge with holy pride they turn,
And dare behold th' Almighty's anger burn;
Its flash fuftain, against its terror rife,
And on the dread tribunal fix their eyes.
Are these the forms that moulder'd in the duft?
Oh the tranfcendent glory of the just !
Yet ftill fome thin remains of fear and doubt,
Th' infected brightness of their joy pollute.
Thus the chafte bridegroom, when the priest
draws nigh,

Beholds his bleffing with a trembling eye,
Feels doubtful paffions throb in every vein,
And in his checks are mingled joy and pain,
Left ftill fome intervening chance should rife,
Leap forth at once, and fnatch the golden prize;
Inflame his woe, by bringing it fo late,
And ftab him in the crisis of his fate.

Since Adam's family, from firft to laft,
Now into one diftinct furvey is caft;
Look round, vain-glorious mufe, and you whoe'er
Devote yourselves to fame, and think her fair;
Look round, and feek the lights of human race,
Whofe fhining acts time's brightest annals grace;
Who founded fects; crowns conquer'd, or refign'd;
Gave names to nations; or fam'd empires join'd;
Who rais'd the vale, and laid the mountain low;
And taught obedient rivers where to flow;
Who with vaft fleets, as with a mighty chain,
Could bind the madness of the roaring main:
All loft? all undistinguish'd? no-where found?
How will this truth in Bourbon's palace found?
That hour, on which th' Almighty King on
high

From all eternity has fix'd his eye,
Whether his right-hand favour'd, or annoy'd,
Continued, alter'd, threaten'd, or destroy'd;
Southern or eastern fceptre downward hurl'd,
Gave north or weft dominion o'er the world;
The point of time, for which the world was built,
For which the blood of God himfelf was fpilt
That dreadful moment is arriv'd---

Aloft, the feats of blifs their pomp difplay
Brighter than brightness, this distinguish'd day;
Lefs glorious, when of old th' eternal Son
From realms of night return'd with trophies won;
Through heaven's high gates, when he triumph-
ant rode,

And fhouting angels hail'd the victor God.
Horrors, beneath, darknefs in darkness, hell
Of hell, where torments behind torments dwell;

A furnace formidable, deep, and wide,
O'er-boiling with a mad fulphureous tide,
Expands its jaws, mot dreadful to furvey,
And roars outrageous for the deftia'd prey.
The fons of light fcarce unappall'd look down,
And ncarer prefs heaven's eve
throne.

Such is the fcene; and ene..ort moment's space
Concludes the hopes and fears of human race.
Proceed who dares ---I tremble as I write;
'The whole creation fwims before my fight:
I fee, I fee, the Judge's frowning brow;
Say not, 'tis diftant; I behold it now;
I faint, my tardy blood forgets to flow,
My foul recoils at the ftupendous woc;

That woe, thofe pangs, which from the guilty breaft,

In thefe, or words like thefe, fhall be expreft.

"Who burst the barriers of my peaceful grave? "Ah! cruel death, that would no longer fave, "But grudg'd me e'en that narrow dark abode, "And caft me out into the wrath of God; "Where fhrieks, the roaring flame, the rattling 66 chain,

"And all the dreadful eloquence of pain, "Our only fong; black fire's malignant light, "The fole refreshment of the blated fight. "Muft all thofe powers, heaven gave me to fupply "My foul with pleafure, and bring in my joy, "Rife up in arms againít me, join the foe,

Senfe, reafon, memory, increase my woe? "Ad fhall my voice, ordain'd on hymns to dwell, "Corrupt to groans, and blow the fires of heil? "Oh! muft I look with terror on my gain, « And with exiflence only measure pair. ? "What! no reprieve, no leat indulgence given, "No beam of hope, from any point of heaven! "Ah Mercy Mercy! art thou dead above?

Is love extinguifh'd in the fource of love? "Bold that I am, did heaven floop down to "hell?

Th' expiring Lord of life my ranfom feal? "Have I not been induftrious to provoke? From his embraces obfinately broke? "Purfued, and panted for his mortal hate, "Earn'd my destruction, labour'd out my fate? "And dare l on extinguifh'd love exclaim? *Take, take full vengeauce, roule the flackening

flame;

Ju is my lot-but oh! muft it tranfcend "The reach of time, defpair a diftant end? "With dreadful growth fhoot forward, and arife, "Where thought can't follow, and bold fancy [found? "NEVER! where falls the foul at that dread "Down an abyfs how dark, and how profound? Down, down, (I still am falling, horrid pain :) "Ten thoufand thoufand fathoms ftill remain;

ladies!

My plunge but ftill begun-And this for fin! "Could I offend, if I had never been, "But ftill increas'd the fenfelefs happy mafs, "Flow'd in the ftream, or fhiver'd in the grafs?

"Father of mercies! why from filent earth "Didst thou awake, and curfe me into birth, "Tear me from quiet, ravish me from night, "And make a thanklefs prefent of thy light?

"Fuh into being a reverie of thee, "And animate a clod with mifery!

keng "The beafts are happy; they come forth, and "Short watch on earth, and then lie down to fleep. "Pain is for man; and oh how vail a pan "For crimes, which n.ade the Godhead biced in "vain?

"Annull'd his groans, as far as in them lay,
"And flung his agonies, and cath, away?
"As our dire punishment for ever firong,
"Our conftitution too for ever young.
"Curs'd with returns of vigour, fill the fame
"Powerful to bear, and fatisfy the flame:
"Still to be caught, and ftill to be pursued!
"To perifh till, and ftill to be renew'd!

"And this, my Help! my God! at thy decree? "Nature is chang'd, and bell fhould fuccour me. "And canft thou then look down from perfect blifs,

"And fee me plunging in the dark abyfs? "Calling thee Father, in a fea of fire? "Or pouring blafphemies at thy defire? "With mortals anguifh wilt thou raife thy name, "And by my pangs omnipotence proclaim?

"Thou, who canft tois the planets to and fro, "Contract not thy great vengeance to my woe; "Crufh worlds; in hotter flames fall'n angels lay;

"On me Almighty wrath is caft away. "Call back thy thunders, Lord, hold in thy rage, "Nor with a fpeck of wretchedness engage: "Forget me quite, nor floep a worm to blame; "But lofe me in the great is of thy name. "Thou art all love, all mercy, all divine, "And fhall I make thofe glories cease to shine? "Shall finful man grow great by his offence, "And from its courfe turn back Omnipotence?

"Forbid it! and oh grant, great God, at leaf "This one, this flender, almoft so requ.it; "When I have wept a thoufand lives away, "When torment is grown weary of its prey, "When I have ray'd ten thousand years in tire, "Ten thoufand thoufand, let me then expire."

Deep anguith! but too late; the hopeless foul Bound to the bottom of the burning pool, Though loth, and ever loud blafpheming, owns He's justly doem'd to pour eternal groans; Enclos'd with horrors, and transfix'd with pain, Rolling in vengeance, struggling with his chain ? To talk to fiery tempefts; to implore The raging dame to give its burnings o'er; To tois, to writhe, to pant beneath his load, And bear the weight of an offended God.

The favour'd of their Judge in triumph move,
To take poffeflion of their thrones above;
Satan's accurs'd defertion to fupply,
And fill the vacant ftations of the sky;
Again to kindle long-extinguifh'd rays,
And with new lights dilate the heavenly blaze;
To crop the roles of immortal youth,

And drink the fountain-head of facred truth;
To fwim in feas of bliis, to lirike the fring,
And lift the voice to their Almighty King;
To lofe eternity in grateful lays,

And fill heaven's wide circumference with praife

But I attempt the wondrous height in vain,
And leave unfinish'd the too losty strain:
What boldly I begin, let others end;
My ftrength exhaufted, fainting I defcend,
And choose a lefs, but no ignoble theme,
Diffolving elements, and worlds, in flame.

The fatal period, the great hour, is come,
And nature shrinks at her approaching doom;
Loud peals of thunder give the fign, and all
Heaven's terrors in array furround the ball;
Sharp lightnings with the meteors blaze confpire
And, darted downward, fet the world on fire;
Black rifing clouds the thicken'd ether choke,
And fpiry flames dart through the rolling fmoke,
With keen vibrations cut the fullen night,
And ftrike the darken'd sky with dreadful light;
From heaven's four regions, with immortal force,
Angels drive on the wind's impetuous course,
T'enrage the flame: It spreads, it foars on high,
Swells in the ftorm, and billows through the sky:
Here winding pyramids of fire ascend,
Cities and defarts in one ruin blend;
Here blazing volumes wafted, overwhelm
The fpacions face of a far diftant realm;
There, undermin'd, down rush eternal hills,
The neighbouring vales the vaft deftruction fills.
Hear'st thou that dreadful crack? that found
which broke

Like peals of thunder, and the centre shook?
What wonders must that groan of nature tell!
Olympus there, and mightier Atlas, fell;
Which feem'd above the reach of fate to ftand,
A towering monument of God's right hand;
Now duft and smoke, whose brow fo lately spread
O'er felter'd countries its diffufive fhade.

Show me that celebrated spot, where all
The various rulers of the fever'd ball
Have humbly fought wealth, honour, and redrefs,
That land which heaven feem'd diligent to blefs,
Once call'd Britannia: Can her glories end?
And can't furrounding feas her realms defend?
Alas! in flames behold furrounding feas!
Like oil, their waters but augment the blaze.
Some angel, fay where ran proud Afia's bound?
Or where with fruits was fair Europa crown'd?
Where firetch'd wafte Libya? Where did India's
store

Sparkle in diamonds, and her golden ore?
Each loft in each, their mingling kingdoms glow,
And all diffolv'd, one fiery deluge flow:
Thus earth's contending monarchies are join'd,
And a full period of ambition find,

And now whate'er or fwims, or walks, or flies,

Inhabitants of fea, or earth, or skies;
All on whom Adam's wifdom fix'd a name,
All plunge, and perifh in the conquering flame.
This globe alone would but defraud the fire,
Starve its devouring age: the flakes afpire,
And catch the clouds, and make the heavens their
PY;

The fun, the moon, the ftars, all melt away;
All, all is loft; no monument, no fign,
Where once fo proudly blaz'd the gay machine.
So bubbles on the foaming ftream expire,
So fparks that scatter from the kindling fire;
The devaftations of one dreadful hour
The great Creator's fix days work devour.
A mighty, mighty ruin! yet one foul
Has more to boast, and far outweighs the whole;
Exalted in fuperior excellence,

Cafts down to nothing, such a vast expence.
Have you not feen th' eternal mountains nod,
An earth diffolving, a defcending God?
What strange surprises through all nature ran?
For whom thefe revolutions, but for man?
For him, Omnipotence new measures takes,
For him, through all eternity, awakes;
Pours on him gifts fufficient to fupply
Heaven's lofs, and with fresh glories fill the fky.
Think deeply then, O man, how great thou

art;

Pay thyfelf homage with a trembling heart;
What angels guard, no longer dare neglect,
Slighting thyfelf, affront not God's respect.
Enter the facred temple of thy breast,
And gaze, and wander there, a ravish'd gueft;
Gaze on those hidden treasures thou shalt find,
Wander through all the glories of thy mind.
Of perfect knowledge, fee, the dawning light
Foretels a noon moft exquifitely bright!
Here, fprings of endless joy are breaking forth!
There, buds the promise of celeftial worth!
Worth, which must ripen in a happier clime,
And brighter fun, beyond the bounds of time.
Thou, minor, canft not guess thy vast estate,
What stores, on foreign coafts, thy landing wait;
Lofe not thy claim, let virtue's path be trod;
Thus glad all heaven, and please that bounteous
God,

Who, to light thee to pleasures, hung on high
Yon radiant orb, proud regent of the fky:
That service done, its beams fhall fade away,
And God fhine forth in one eternal day.