UNDER MILTON'S PICTURE.

He taught the gospel rather than the

law; Three Poets, in three distant ages born, And forced himself to drive ; but loved Greece, Italy, and England did adorn.

to draw. The first in loftiness of thought sur. For fear but freezes minds; but love, like passed;

heat, The next in majesty; in both the last. Exhales the soul sublime, to seek her The force of Nature could no further go;

native seat. To make a third, she joined the former To threats the stubborn sinner oft is hard, two.

Wrapped in his crimes, against the

storm prepared;

But when the milder beams of mercy CHARACTER OF A GOOD PARSON.

play,

He melts, and throws his cumbrous cloak A Parish priest was of the pilgrim away. train ;

Lightning and thunder (heaven's artilAn awful, reverend, and religious man.

lery) His eyes diffused a venerable grace, As harbingers before the Almighty fly: And charity itself was in his face. Those but proclaim his style, and disapRich was his soul, though his attire was pear; poor

The stiller sounds succeed, and God is (As God hath clothed his own ambassa

there. dor); For such, on earth, his blessed Redeemer

REASON. bore. Of sixty years he seemed; and well might Dim as the borrowed beams of moon and last

stars To sixty more, but that he lived too fast, To lonely, weary, wandering travellers, Refined himself to soul, to curb the sense,

Is reason to the soul : and as on high, And made almost a sin of abstinence.

Those rolling fires discover but the sky, Yet had his aspect nothing of severe,

Not light us here ; so reason's glimmerBut such a face as promised him sincere.

ing ray Nothing reserved or sullen was to see;

Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way, But sweet regards, and pleasing sanctity. But guide us upward to a better day. Mild was his accent, and his action free. And as those nightly tapers disappar With eloquence innate his tongne was When day's bright lord ascends our armed;

hemisphere ; Though harsh the precept, yet the peo. So pale grows reason at religion's sight. ple charmed.

So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural For, letting down the golden chain from

light. high, He drew his audience upward to the sky: And oft with holy hymns he charmed

their ears (A music more melodious than the

THOMAS KEN.
spheres );
For David left him, when he went to rest,

(1637 -1711.)
His lyre ; and after him he sung the
best.

MORNING HYMN.
He bore his great commission in his look ;
But sweetly tempered awe, and softened AWAKE, my sonl, and with the sun
all he spoke.

Thy daily course of duty run;
He preached the joys of heaven and pains Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
of hell,

To pay thy morning sacrifice. And warned the sinner with becoming zeal ;

Wake, and list up thyself, my heart, But on eternal mercy loved to dwell. And with the angels bear thy part,