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Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem rise!
Exalt thy tow'ry head, and lift thy eyes!
See, a long race thy spacious courts adorn;
See future fons and daughters yet unborn
In érowding ranks on every side arise,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies !
See barb'rous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light and in thy temple bend :
See thy bright altars throng’d with prostrate kings,
And heap'd with products of Sabæan springs:
For thee Idume's spicy forests blow,
And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow.
See heaven in sparkling portals wide display,
And break upon thee in a flood of day!
No more the rifing sun shall gild the morn,
Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her silver horn,
But loft, diffolv'd in thy superior rays,
One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze
O’erflows thy courts: the light himself shall shine
Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine !
The seas fhall waste, the skies in smoke decay,
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;
But fix'd his word, his faving power remains ;
Thy realm for ever lafts, thy own MessiẠH reigns!
THOUGHTS ON PSALM cxix. XXXVII.
O TURN AWAY MINE EYES, LEST THEY BEHOLD VANITY,
N my high capitoł two centries dwell,
Keep constant watch, to guard the citadel :
If fix'd or wand'ring stars, I do not know,
Tho'either epithet becomes them too;
Each from his duty is in straggling loft,
Yet each maintains immoveably his post;
Both swift of motion, yet both fix'd remain;
What Sampson this dark riddle can explain?
Ev'n you, my eyes, are these mysterious stars,
Fix’d in my head, yet daily wanderers :
Who plac'd in this exalted tow'r of mine,
Like torches in some lofty Pharos shine;
Or like to watchmen on some rising place,
View every near, and every distant pass.
Yet you to me lefs: constant prove by far,
Than those kind guides to their observers are ;
Like prancing steeds, too headstrong for the reinig
No-Aeshly arms your wand’ring course restrain:
You, by whole guidance I should dangers fhun,
Betray me to the rocks on which I run.
Thus wand'ring DINA, led by your false light,
Expos'd her honor, to oblige her sight.
Thus, while JESSIDES view'd the bathing dame,
What cool'd her heat, foon rais'd in him a fiame.
Thus gazing on the Hebrew matron's eyes,
Made the Assyrian's head her easy prize.
Thus the fond ELDERS, by their fight mised,
Pursu'd the joys of a. forbidden bed ;
Nor could their luftful Aame be dispoffeft,
Till with a show'r of weighty stones suppreft.
Thus, treach'rous centries, you your charge perform,
Court the surprize, that fhould the camp alarm,
Did you for this the capitol obtain?
For this the charge of my chief castle gain?
Why have you thus t' inferior earth betray'd
Man's lofty soul, for nobler objects made?
Say, why not rather raise his thoughts on high,
Beyond the arches of yon starry sky?
There, nobler prospects entertain the fight
With various scenes of more fublime delight:
But you are inore on earth than heaven intent,
And your industrious search is downward bent.
What shall I do, since you unruly grow,
And will no limits, no confinement know?
Oh! but the wand'rers up in endless night,
Os with thy hand, dear God, contract their fight.
I WILL SING PRAISES UNTO MY GOD, WBILI I HAVE ANY
HOULD love divine, at death, my breast inspire,
And kindle there a fpark of sacred fire ; This-feeble voice shall songs of tribute raise, And teach surviving mortals how to praise. With suppliant hand, I'll court the poet's aid, And chant the happy numbers genius made; Soft foothing strains shall all my powers employ, And turn my intervals of pain to joy. But if my ftamm'ring tongue forget its theme, And fault'ring words, confus'd, should intervene; E'en then, surrounding friends shall thankful fee His boundless goodness manifest in me; A WILL-RESIGN'D shall speak his love the fame, And filent eloquence his praise proclaim. In patient hope, my soul shall paffive lay, Nor with to leave its now incumber'd clay: And when insatiate death approaches near, This timn'rous heart thall then forget to fear; Shall flap the wing, to find its passage free, And soar aloft to dwell, great God, with thee!
THOUGHTS ON PSALM LXXIII. XXIV.
WHOM RAVE I IN HEAVEN BUT THEE? AND THERE IS NONS
OPON EARTH THAT I DESIR E IN COMPARISON OF THEE.
HAT shall I seek, great God, in heaven above,
Or earth, or sea, whereon to fix
love? Tho' I should ransack heaven, and earth, and fea, Their worth is nothing if depriv'd of thee.
I know what mighty joys in heaven abound,
What treasures in the earth and sea are found;
Yet without thee, my love! t'enrich their store,
Their boasted glories are but mean and poor.
O heaven! O earth! O vast capacious main !
Three famous realms where wealth and plenty reign!
Tho' in one heap your triple pleasures lay,
They were no pleasures, were my Lord away.
My thoughts, I own, have often rang'd the deep,
Search'd earth and heaven, and in no bounds would
But when they wander'd the creation round, [keep;
No equal object in the whole they found.
Sometimes I thought to rip the pregnant earth,
And give its rich and long-born burthen birth;
Gold, silver, brass, seeds of the shining vein,
And each bright product of the fertile mine:
But what advantage ! tho'o'ercharg'd with gold,
My bursting coffers can't their burtben hold;