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O! 'tis a thought of energy moft piercing; [force |
Form'd to make Pride grow humble; form'd to
Its weight on the reluctant mind, and give her
A true but irk fome image of herfelf.
Woeful viciffitude! when man, fall'n man,
Who first from Heaven, from gracious God himself
Learn'd knowledge of the brutes, muft know, by
brutes

Inftructed and reproach'd, the fcale of being;
By flow degrees from lowly fteps afcend,
And trace Omnifcience upwards to its spring!
Yet murmur not, but praife-for tho' we ftand
Of many a godlike privilege amerc'd
By Adam's dire tranfgreflion; tho' no more
Is Paradife our home, but o'er the portal
Hang in terrific pomp the burning blade;
Still with ten thousand beauties blooms the earth
With pleasures populous, and with riches
crown'd.

Still is there fcope for wonder and for love,
Ev'n to their laft exertion-fhowers of bleffings
Far more than human virtue can deserve,
Or hope expect, or gratitude return.
Then, O ye people, O ye fons of men,
Whatever be the colour of your lives,
Whatever portion of itself his Wisdom
Shall deign t'allow, ftill patiently abide,
And praife him more and more; nor ceafe to chaunt
"All glory to th'Omnifcient, and praife,
"And power, and domination in the height!
"And thou, cherubic Gratitude, whofe voice
"To pious ears founds filverly fo fweet,
"Come with thy precious incenfe,bring thy gifts,
"And with thy choiceft ftores the altar crown."
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$60. On the Power of the Supreme Being. SMART.
TREMPLE, thou Earth!" th'anointed poet
[tains!
"At God's bright prefence, tremble all ye moun-
"And all ye hillocks on the furface bound!"
Then once again, ye glorious thunders, roll!
The Mufe with tranfport hears ye once again
Convulfe the folid continent! and shake,
Grand mufic of Omnipotence, the ifles!
'Tis thy terrific voice, thou God of power,
'Tis thy terrific voice; all nature hears it
Awaken'd and alarm'd; the feels its force;
In ev'ry fpring fhe feels it, every wheel,
And every movement of her vaft machine.
Behold! quakes Appenine, behold! recoils
Athos; and all the hoary-headed Alps
Leap from their bafes at the godlike found.
But what is this, celeftial tho' the note,
And proclamation of the reign fupreme,
Compar'd with fuch as, for a mortal ear
Too great, amaze the incorporeal worlds?
Should Ocean to his congregated waves
Call in each river, cataract, and lake,
And with the wat'ry world down an huge rock
Fail headlong in one horrible cafcade,
'Twere but the echo of the parting breeze,

When zephyr faints upon the lily's breast ;
'Twere but the ceafing of fome inftrument,
When the last lingering undulation
Dies on the doubting ear, if nam'd with, founds
So mighty! fo ftupendous! fo divine!

But not alone in the aerial vault
Does He the dread theocracy maintain;
For oft, enrag'd, with his inteftine thunders,
He harrows up the bowels of the earth,
And thocks the central magnet-Cities then
Totter on their foundations, ftately columns,
Magnific walls, and heaven-affaulting fpires.
What though in haughty eminence erect
Stands the strong citadel, and frowns defiance
On adverse hofts, tho' many a bastion jut
Forth from the rampart's clevated mound,
Vain the poor providence of human art,
And mortal ftrength how vain! while underneath
Triumphs his mining vengeance in th'uproar
Of thatter'd towers, riven rocks and mountains,
With clamour inconceivable uptorn,
And hurl'd adown the abyfs.

pyrites

Sulphureous

Bursting abrupt from darkness into day,
With din outrageous and deftructive ire,
Augment the hideous tumult, while it wounds
The afflictive ear, and terrifies the eye,
And rends the heart in twain. Twice have we felt,
Within Augufta's walls twice have we felt
Thy threaten'd indignation: but even Thou,
Incens'd Omnipotent, art gracious ever-;
Thy goodness infinite but inildly warn'd us
With mercy blended wrath; O'fpare us still,
Nor fend more dire conviction! We confefs
That thou art He, th' Almighty: we believe.
For at thy righteous power whole fyftems quake;
For at thy nod tremble ten thoufand worlds.

Hark! on the winged whirlwind's rapid rage,
Which is and is not in a moment-hark!

On th'hurricane's tempeftuous fweep he rides
Invincible, and oaks, and pines, and cedars,
And forefts are no more. For, conflict dreadful!
The Weft encounters Eaft, and Notus meets
In his career the Hyperborean blaft.
The lordly lions fhuddering feek their dens,
And fly like timorous deer; the king of birds,
Who dar'd the folar ray, is weak of wing,
And faints, and falls, and dies;-while He fu-

preme

Stands ftedfaft in the centre of the storm.
Wherefore, ye objects terrible and great,
Ye thunders, carthquakes, and ye fire-fraught
wombs

Of fell vulcanos, whirlwinds, hurricanes,
And boiling billows, hail, in chorus join
To celebrate and magnify your Maker,
Who yet in words of a minuter mould
Is not lefs manifeft, is not lefs mighty.

Survey the magnet's fympathetic love,
That woos the yielding needle; contemplate
Th'attractive amber's power, invisible
Ev'n to the mental eye; or when the blow
Sent from th’electric sphere assaults thy frame,
Shew me the hand that dealt it !-Baffled here

By

By his Omnipotence, Philofophy
Slowly her thoughts inadequate revolves,
And ftands, with all his circling wonders round
Like heavy Saturn in th'ethereal space [her,
Begirt with an inexplicable ring.

If fuch the operations of his power,
Which at all feafons, and in every place
(Rul'd by establish'd laws and current nature)
Arreft th'attention; who! O who fhall tell
His acts miraculous when his own decrees
Repeals he, or fufpends, when by the hand
Of Mofes or of Joshua, or the mouths
Of his prophetic feers, fuch deeds he wrought,
Before th'aftonifh'd fuu's all-feeing eye,
That faith was fcarce a virtue. Need I fing
The fate of Pharaoh and his numerous band
Loft in the reflux of the wat'ry walls,
That melted to their fluid ftate again?
Need I recount how Samfon's warlike arm
With more than mortal nerves was ftrung t'o'er-
Idolatrous Philiftia? Shall I tell [throw
How David triumph'd, and what Job fuftain'd?
-But, O fupreme unutterable mercy!
O love unequall'd, myftery immense,
Which angels long t'unfold! 'tis man's re-
demption

That crowns thy glory, and thy power confirms,
Confirms the great, th'uncontroverted claim.
When from the Virgin's unpolluted womb
Shone forth the Sun of Righteousness reveal'd,
And on benighted reason pour'd the day;
"Let there be peace!" (he faid) and all was calm
Amongst the warring world-calm as the fea
When, "O be ftill, ye boisterous winds!" he
cry'd,

And not a breath was blown, nor murmur heard.
His was a life of miracles and might,
And charity and love, ere yet he taste
The bitter draught of death, ere yet he rife
Victorious o'er the univerfal foc,
And death, and fin, and hell in triumph lead.
His by the right of conqueft is mankind,
And in fweet fervitude and golden bonds
We're ty'd to him for ever.-O how eafy
Is his ungalling voke, and all his burdens
'Tis extacy to bear! Him, bleffed Shepherd,
His flocks fhall follow thro' the maze of life,
And fhades that tend to day-fpring from on high;
And as the radiant rofes, after fading,
In fuller foliage and more fragrant breath
Revive in fmiling fpring, fo fhall it fare
With thofe that love him-for fweet is their fa-
And all eternity fhall be their fpring.
Then fhall the gates and everlafting doors,
At which the King of Glory enters in,
Be to the faints unbarr'd: and there, where plea-
Boafts an undying bloom, where dubious hope
Is certainty, and grief-attended love
Is freed from paffion-there we'll celebrate,
With worthier numbers, Him who is, and was,
And in immortal prowefs King of Kings,
Shall be the Monarch of all worlds for ever.

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$61. On the Goodness of the Supreme Being. SMART.

ORPHEUS, for fo the Gentiles* call'd thy

light,

name,
Ifrael's fweet Pfalmift, who alone couldst wake
Th'inanimate to motion; who alone
The joyful hillocks, the applauding rocks,
And floods, with mufical perfuafion drew;
Thou who to hail and fnow giv'ft voice and found,
And mad'ft the mute melodious !-greater yet
Was thy divineft skill, and rul'd o'er more
Than art or nature; for thy tuneful touch
Drove trembling Satan from the heart of Saul,
And quell'd the evil Angel :-in this breast
Some portion of thy genuine fpirit breathe,
And lift me from myfelf; each thought impure
Banish; each low idea raife, refine,
Enlarge, and fan&tify;-so shall the Mufe
Above the stars afpire, and aim to praise
Her God on earth as he is prais'd in heav'n.
Immenfe Creator! whofe all-powerful hand
Fram'd univerfal Being, and whofe eye
Saw like thyfelf, that all things form'd were good;
Where fhall the timorous hard thy praise begin,
Where end the pureft facrifice of fong,
And just thanksgiving?-The thought-kindling
Thy prine production, darts upon my mind
Its vivifying beams, my heart illumines,
And fills my foul with gratitude and Thee.
Hail to the cheerful rays of ruddy morn,
That paint the ftreaky Eaft, and blithfome rouse
The birds, the cattle, and mankind from reft!
Hail to the freshness of the early breeze,
And Iris dancing on the new-fall'n dew!
Without the aid of yonder golden globe,
Loft were the garnet's luftre, loft the lily,
The tulip and auricula's fpotted pride;
Loft were the peacock's plumage, to the fight
So pleafing in its pomp and gloffy glow.
O thrice illuftrious! were it not for Thee,
Thofe panfics, that reclining from the bank,
View thro' th'immaculate pellucid stream
Their portraiture in the inverted heaven,
Might as well change their triple boaft, the white,
The purple, and the gold, that far outvie
The Eastern monarch's garb, ev'n with the dock,
Ev'n with the baleful hemlock's irkfome green.
Without thy aid, without thy gladfome beams,
The tribes of woodland warblers would remain
Mute on the bending branches, nor recite
The praife of Him, who, ere he form'd their lord,
Their vices tun'd to tranfport, wing'd their flight,
And bade them call for nurture, and receive:
And lo! they call; the blackbird and the thrush,
The woodlark, and the redbreaft jointly call;
He hears, and feeds their feather'd families;
He feeds his fweet musicians, nor neglects
Th'invoking ravens in the greenwood wide;
And tho' their throats coarse rattling hurt the ear,
They mean it all for mufic, thanks and praise
They mean, and leave ingratitude to man,-
But not to all,-for hark, the organs blow

* See this conjecture frongly fupported by Delany, in his Life of David.

Their fwelling notes round the cathedral's dome,
And grace th'harmonious choir, celestial feast
To pious ears, and medicine of the mind;
The thrilling trebles and the mafily base
Join in accordance meet, and with one voice
All to the facred fubject suit their fong.
While in each breast sweet melancholy reigns
Angelically penfive, till the joy

[man;

Improves and purifies; the folemn scene
The Sun thro' ftoried panes furveys with awe,
And bashfully with-holds each bolder beam.
Here, as her home, from morn to eve frequents
The cherub Gratitude; behold her eyes!
With love and gladnefs weepingly they fhed
Ecftatic fimiles; the incenfe that her hands
Uprear is fweeter than the breath of May
Caught from the nectarin's bloffom, and her voice
Is more than voice can tell; to him the fings,
To Him who feeds, who clothes, and who adorns,
Who made, and who preferves, whatever dwells
In air, in ftedfaft earth, or fickle fea.
O He is good, He is immenfely good!
Who all things form'd, and form'd them all for
Who mark'd the climates, varied every zone,
Difpenfing all his bleffings for the best,
In order and in beauty:rife, attend,
Atteft, and praife, ye quarters of the world!
Bow down, ye elephants, fubmiffive bow
To Him who made the mite! Tho' Afia's pride!
Ye carry arinies on your tower-crown'd backs,
And grace the turban'd tyrants, bow to Him
Who is as great, as perfect, and as good
In his lefs ftriking wonders, till at length
The eye's at fault, and fecks th'affifting glafs.
Approach, and bring from Araby the Bleft
The fragrant caffia, frankincenfe, and myrrh,
And meekly kneeling at the altar's foot,
Lay all the tributary incenfe down.
Stoop, feeble Africa, with reverence ftoop,
And from thy brow take off the painted plume;
With golden ingots all thy camels load
T'adorn his temples; haften with thy fpear
Reverted, and thy trufty bow unftrung,
While unpurfu'd thy lions roam and roar,
And ruin'd towers, rude rocks, and caverns wide
Remurmur to the glorious, furly found.
And thou, fair Indian, whofe immenfe domain
To counterpoife the Hemisphere extends, [ers,
Hafte from the Weft, and with thy fruits and flow-
Thy mines and med'cines, wealthy maid, attend.
More than the plenteoufnefs fo fam'd to flow
By fabling bards from Amalthea's horn

Is thine; thine therefore be a portion due [crown
Of thanks and praife: come with thy brilliant
And veft of fur; and from thy fragrant lap
Pomegranates, and the rich ananas pour.
But chiefly thou, Europa, feat of Grace
And Chriftian excellence, his Goodness own,
Forth from ten thousand temples pour his praife.
Clad in the armour of the living God,
Approach, untheath the Spirit's flaming fword;
Faith's fhield, falvation's glory-compafs'd helm
With fortitude affume, and o'er your heart
Fair Truthy's invulnerable breastplate spread;
Then join the general chorus of zil worlds,

prayer.

And let the fong of Charity begin In ftrains feraphic, and melodious "Of all-fufficient, all-beneficent, "Thou God of Goodness and of Glory, hear! "Thou, who to lowest minds dost condescend, "Affuming paffions to enforce thy laws, "Adopting jealousy to prove thy love: "Thou who refign'd humility uphold'ft, "Ev'n as the florift props the drooping rofe, “But quell'st tyrannic pride with peerless power, "Ev'n as the tempeft rives the ftubborn oak: "O all-fufficient, all beneficent,

"Thou God of Goodnefs and of Glory, hear! "Blefs all mankind, and bring them in the end "To heaven, to immortality, and Thee!"

§ 62. The Day of Judgment: a Cambridge Prize-Poem. By Dr. GLYNN.

THY Juftice, Heav'nly King! and that great day

When Virtue, long abandon'd and forlorn,
Shall raise her penfive head; and Vice, that erft
Rang'd unreprov'd and free, fhall fink appall'd;
I fing advent'rous-But what eye can pierce
The vaft immeafurable realms of space
O'er which Meffiah drives his flaming car
To that bright region, where enthron'd he fits,
First-born of heav'n, to judge affembled worlds,
Cloath'd in celeftial radiance! Can the Mufe,
Her feeble wing all damp with earthly dew,
Soar to that bright empyreal, where around,
Myriads of angels, God's perpetual choir,
Hymn hallelujahs, and in concert loud
Chaunt fongs of triumph to their Maker's praife!--
Yet will I ftrive to fing, albeit unus'd
To tread poetic foil. What though the wiles
Of Fancy me enchanted, ne'er could lure
To rove o'er Fairy lands; to fwim the ftreams
That through her vallies wave their mazy way;
Or climb her mountain tops; yet will I raise
My feeble voice to tell what harmony
(Sweet as the mufic of the rolling spheres)
Attunes the moral world: that Virtue ftill
May hope her promis'd crown; that vice maydread
Vengeance, though late; that reas'ning Pride
may own

Juft, though unfearchable, the ways of Heav'n.
Sceptic! whoe'er thou art, who fay'ft the foul,
That divine particle which God's own breath
Infpir'd into the mortal mass, shall rest
Annihilate, till Duration has unroll'd
Her never-ending line; tell, if thou know'st,
Why every nation, every clime, though all
In laws, and rites, in manners difagree,
With one confent expect another world,
Where wickednefs fhall weep? WhyPaynim bards
Fabled Elyfian plains, Tartarean lakes,
Styx and Cocytus? Tell, why Hali's fons
Have feign'd a paradife of mirth and love,
Banquets, and blooming nymphs? Or rather tell,
Why, on the brink of Orellana's stream,
Where never fcience rear'd her facred torch,
Th'untutor'd Indian dreams of happier worlds
Behind the cloud-topt hill? Why in each breast
Is plac'd a friendly monitor, that prompts,
Informs,

H

A thousand tapers fhed their gloomy light,
While folemn organs to his parting foul
Chaunted flow orifons? Say, by what mark
Doft thou difcern him from that lowly fwain
Whofe mouldering bones beneath the thorn bound
Long lay neglected? All at once fhall rise; [turf
But not to equal glory; for, alas!

With howlings dire and execrations loud,
Some wail their fatal birth-First among these
Behold the mighty murd'rers of mankind:
They who in fport whole kingdoms flew; or they
Who to the tott'ring pinnacle of power,
Waded thro' feas of blood! How will they curfe
The madness of ambition! how lament
Their dear bought laurels, when the widow'd wife
And childless mother at the judgment feat [they
Plead trumpet-tongued against them!-Here are
Who funk an aged father to the grave;
Or with unkindness hard, and cold difdain,
Slighted a brother's fuff'rings.-Here are they
Whom fraud and skilful treachery long fecur'd;
Who from the infant virgin tore her dow'r,
And ate the orphan's bread:--who spent theirftores
In felfish luxury; or o'er their gold
Proftrate and pale ador'd the useless heap.
Here too who ftain'd the chaste connubial bed!-
Who mix'd the pois'nous bowl;--or broke the tics
Of hofpitable friendship; and the wretch
Whofe liftlefs foul, fick with the cares of life,
Unfummon'd, to the prefence of his God
Rush'd in with infult rude. How would they joy
Once more to vifit earth; and tho' opprefs'd
With all that pain and famine can inflict,
Pant up the hill of life! Vain with! the Judge
Pronounces doom eternal on their heads,
Perpetual punishment. Seek not to know
What punishment! for that th'Almighty will
Has hid from mortal eyes: and fhall vain man
With curious search refin❜d presume to pry
Into thy fecrets, Father? No! let him
With humble patience all thy works adore,
And walk in all thy paths; fo fhall his meed
Be great in heav'n, fo haply fhall he 'scape
Th'immortal worm and never-ceafing fire.

Informs, directs, encourages, forbids?
Tell, why on unknown evil grief attends,
Or joy on fecret good? Why confcience acts
With tenfold force when fickness, age, or pain
Stands tott'ring on the precipice of death?
Or why fuch horror gnaws the guilty foul
Of dying finners, while the good man fleeps
Peaceful and calm, and with a smile expires?
Look round the world! with what a partial hand
The scale of blifs and mis'ry is fuftain'd!
Beneath the shade of cold obfcurity
Pale Virtue lies; no arm fupports her head,
No friendly voice fpeaks comfort to her foul,
Nor foft-ey'd Pity drops a melting tear;
But, in their ftead, Contempt and rude Difdain
Infult the banish'd wanderer: on the goes,
Neglected and forlorn: Disease and Cold,
And Famine, worst of ills, her steps attend:
Yet patient, and to Heav'n's juft will refign'd,
She ne'er is feen to weep, or heard to figh.
Now turn your eyes to yon fweet-fmelling bow'r,
Where, flufh'd with all the infolence of wealth,
Sits pamper'd Vice! For him th'Arabian gale
Breathes forth delicious odours; Gallia's hills
For him pour nectar from the purple vine.
Nor think for thefe he pays the tribute due
To Heav'n: of Heav'n he never names the name,
Save when with imprecations dark and dire
He points his jeft obfcene. Yet buxom Health
Sits on his rofy cheek; yet Honour gilds
His high exploits; and downy-pinion'd fleep
Sheds a foft opiate o'er his peaceful couch.
Seeft thou this, righteous Father! Seeft thou this,
And wilt thou ne'er repay? Shall good and ill
Be carried undistinguish'd to the land
Where all things are forgot?-Ah! no; the day
Will come, when Virtue from the cloud fhall burft,
That long obfcur'd her beams; when fin fhall fly
Back to her native Hell; there fink eclips'd
In penal darkness; where nor star shall rife,
Nor ever fünfhine pierce th'impervious gloom.
On that great day the folemn trump fhall found
(That trumpwhich once in heav'n, on man's revolt
Convok'd the aftonifh'd feraphs) at whofe voice
Th'un peopl'd graves fhall pour forth all theirdead.
Then fhall th'affembled nations of the earth
From ev'ry quarter at the judgment-feat
Unite; Egyptians, Babylonians, Greeks,
Parthians; and they who dwelt on Tyber's banks,
Names fam'd of old or who of later age,
Chinese and Ruffian, Mexican and Turk,
Tenant the wild terrene; and they who pitch
Their tents on Niger's banks; or, where the fun
Pours on Golconda's spires his early light,
Drink Ganges' facred ftream. At once thall rife,
Whom diftant ages to each other fight
Had long denied: before the throne shall kneel
Some great Progenitor, while at his fide
Stand his defcendants through a thousand lines.
Whate'er their nation, and whate'er their rank,
Heroes and patriarchs, flaves and fcepter'd kings,
With equal eye the God of all fhall fee,
And judge with equal love. What tho' the great
With coftly pomp and aromatic sweets
Embalm'd his poor remains; or thro' the dome

But who are they, who, bound in tenfold chains
Stand horribly aghaft? This is that crew
Who ftrove to pull Jehovah from his throne,
And in the place of heav'n's eternal King,
Set up the phantom chance. For them in vain
Alternate feafons cheer'd the rolling year;
In vain the fun o'er herb, tree, fruit, and flow'r,
Shed genial influence mild; and the pale moon
Repair'd her waning orb.-Next thefe is plac'd
The vile blafphemer; he whofe impious wit
Profan'd the facred mysteries of faith,
And 'gainst th'impenetrable walls of Heav'n
Planted his feeble battery. By thefe ftands
The Arch-Apoftate: he with many a wile
Exhorts them still to foul revolt. Alas!
No hope have they from black defpair, no ray
Shines thro' the gloom to cheer their finking fouls:
In agonies of grief they curfe the hour
When firft they left Religion's onward way.

Thefe on the left are rang'd: but on the right
A chofen band appears, who fought beneath

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The banner of Jehovah, and defy'd
Satan's united legions. Some, unmov'd
At the grim tyrant's frown, o'er barb'rous climes
Diffus'd the Goipel's light: fome, long immur'd
(Sad servitude!) in chains and dungeons pin'd;
Or rack'd with all the agonies of pain, [they
Breath'd out their faithful lives. Thrice happy
Whom Heav'n elected to that glorious ftrife
Here are they plac'd, whofe kind munificence
Made heav'n-born Science raife her drooping
And on the labours of a future race [head;
Entail'd their just reward. Thou amongst thefe,
Good Seaton! whofe well-judg'd benevolence
Foft'ring fair Genius, bade the poet's hand
Bring annual off'rings to his Maker's fhrine,
Shalt find the generous care was not in vain.—
Here is that fav'rite band, whom mercy mild,
God's best-lov'd attribute, adorn'd; whofe gate
Stood ever open to the ftranger's call;
Who fed the hungry; to the thirsty lip
Reach'd out the friendly cup; whofe care benign
From the rude blaft fecur'd the pilgrim's fide;
Who heard the widow's tender tale, and fhook
The galling fhackle from the pris'ner's feet;
Who each endearing tie, each office knew
Of meek-ey'd heav'n-defcended Charity.-
O Charity, thou nymph divinely fair!
Sweeter than thofe whom ancient poets bound
In amity's indiffoluble chain,

The Graces! how fhall I effay to paint
Thy charms, celeftial maid! and in rude verfe
Blazon thofe deeds thyfelf didit ne'er reveal?
For thee nor rankling Envy can infect,
Nor rage tranfport, nor high o'erweening pride
Puff up with vain conceit: ne'er didft thou fmile
To fee the finner as a verdant tree

Spread his luxuriant branches o'er the stream;
While, like fome blafted trunk, the righteous fall
Proftrate, forlorn. When prophecies fhall fail,
When tongues fhall ceafe, when knowledge is no

more,

And this great day is come, thou by the throne
Shalt fit triumphant. Thither, lovely maid!
Bear me, O bear me on thy foaring wing,
And through the adamantine gates of heav'n
Conduct my fteps, fafe from the fiery gulph
And dark abyfs, where Sin and Satan reign!
But can the Mufe, her numbers ali too weak,
Tell how that reftlefs element of fire
Shall wage with feas and earth inteftine war,
And deluge all creation? Whether (fo
Some think) the comet, as through fields of air
Lawless he wanders, shall rush headlong on,
Thwarting th ecliptic, whereth'unconscious earth
Rolls in her wonted courfe; whether the fun
With force centripetal into his orb

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Open'd her hundred portals?-Tell me where
Stood fea-girt Albion? where imperial Rome,
Propt by feven hills, fat like a fcepter'd queen,
And aw'd the tributary world to peace?—
Shew me the rampart which o'er many a hill,
Thro' many a valley, stretch'd its wide extent,
Rais'd by that mighty monarch to repel
The roving Tartar, when with infult rude
'Gainft Pekin's tow'rs he bent th'unerring bow
But what is mimic art? E'en Nature's works,
Seas, meadows, paftures, the meand'ring streams,
And everlafting hills, fhall be no more.
No more fhall Teneriff, cloud-piercing height'
O'erhang th’Atlantic surge; nor that fam'd cliff,
Thro' which the Perfian steer'd with many a fail,
Throw to the Lemnian ifle its evening thade
O'er half the wide gaan.-Where are now
The Alps that confin'd with unnumber'd realms,
And from the Black Sea to the ocean ftream
Stretch'd their extended arms?—Where's Ararat,
That hill on which the faithful patriarch's ark,
Which feven long months had voyag'd o'er its top,
First rested, when the earth with all her fons,
As now by ftreaming cataracts of fire,
Was whelm'd by mighty waters?-All at once
Are vanish'd and diffolv'd; no trace remains,
No mark of vain diftinction: Heav'n itself,
That azure vault, with all those radiant orbs,
Sinks in the universal ruin loft.-
No more fhall planets round their central fun
Move in harmonious dance; no more the moon
Hang out her filver lamp; and those fix'd stars,
Spangling the golden canopy of night,
Which oft the Tufcan with his optic glass
Call'd from their wondrous height, to read their
And magnitude, fome winged minifter [names
Shall quench; and (fureft fign that all on earth
Is loft) fhall rend from heav'n the myftic bow.

Such is that awful, that tremendous day,
Whofe coming who fhall tell? For as a thief
Unheard, unfeen, it fteals with filent pace
Thro'night's dark gloom.-Perhaps as here I fit,
And rudely carol thefe incondite lays, [mouth
Soon fhall the hand be check'd, and dumb the
That lifps the falt'ring strain.—O! may it ne'er
Intrude unwelcome on an ill-fpent hour!
But find me wrapt in meditations high,
Hymning my great Creator -

"Pow'r Supreme! "O everlafting King to thee I kneel, "To thee I lift my voice. With fervent heat "Melt, all ye elements' And thou, high heav'n, "Shrink like a fhrivel'd feroll! Butthink, O Lord, "Think on the best, the nobleft of thy works; "Think on thine own bright image! Think on

"him

Attract her, long reluctant; or the caves,
Thofe dread volcanos, where engend'ring lie
Sulphureous minerals, from their dark abyfs
Pour ftreams of liquid fire; while from above,
As erft on Sodom, Heav'n's avenging hand
Rains fierce combuftion-Where are now the "Who died to fave us from thy righteous wrath;
Of art, the toil of ages?-Where are now [works" And 'midit thewreck of worlds remember man!"
Th'imperial cities, fepulchres and domes,
Trophies and llars Where is Egypt's boaft,

Deity.

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