founded his awful trumpet, till the victory be com plete over the Beast and his image, when the natives of heaven fhall join in concert with prophets and faints, and fing to their golden harps “ Salvation, "honour, and glory, to him that fits upon the throne, "and to the Lamb, for ever!"
ADDRESSED TO MR. WATTS.
On reading Dr. Watts' poems facred to piety and devotion.
REGARD the man who in feraphick lays
And flowing numbers fings his Maker's praise:
He needs invoke no fabled Mufe's art,
The heav'nly fong comes genuine from his heart,
From that pure heart which God has deign'd t' inspire
With holy raptures and a facred fire.
Thrice happy man! whofe foul and guiltless breast
Are well prepar'd to lodge th' almighty Guest!
'Tis he that lends thy tow'ring thoughts their wing,
And tunes thy lyre when thou attempt'ft to fing;
He to thy foul lets in celeftial day
Ev'n whilst imprison'd in this mortal clay.
By Death's grim afpect thou art not alarm'd;
He for thy fake has Death itself difarm'd:
Nor fhall the grave o'er thee a vict❜ry boast;
Her triumph in thy rifing fhall be lost,
When thou shalt join th' angelick choirs above
In never-ending fongs of praife and love.
To Dr. Watts on his poems facred to devotion.
To murm'ring ftreams in tender strains
My penfive Muse no more
Of Love's enchanting force complains
Along the flow'ry shore.
No more Mirtillo's fatal face
My quiet breaft alarms,
His eyes, his air, and youthful grace,
Have loft their ufual charms.
Seraphick heights I seem to gain
And facred transports feel
While Watts! to thy celeftial ftrain
Surpris'd I listen still.
The gliding streams their course forbear
The bending forest lends an ear,
The birds their notes forget.
Unto the newfound realms which fee
The latter fun arife,
When with an easy progress he
Rolls down the nether skies.
To Dr. Watts on reading his Hora Lyrica.
HAIL, heav`n-born Muse! that with celestial flame
And high seraphick numbers durft attempt
To gain thy native skies. No common theme
Merits thy thought, felf conscious of a foul
Superiour, tho' on earth detain'd a while.
Like fome propitious angel that's defign'd
A refident in this inferiour orb
To guide the wand'ring fouls to heav'nly bliss
Thou feem'ft; while thou their everlasting songs
Haft fung to mortal ears, and down to earth
Transferr'd the work of Heav'n; with thought fu-
And high fonorous words thou fweetly fing'ft [blime
To thy immortal lyre. Amaz'd we view
The tow'ring height ftupendous, while thou foar'st
Above the reach of vulgar eyes or thought,
Hymning th' Eternal Father; as of old,
When first th'Almighty from the dark abyss
Of everlasting night and filence call'd
The fhining worlds with one creating word,
And rais'd from nothing all the heav'nly hosts,
And with external glories fill'd the void,
Harmonious feraphs tun'd their golden harps,
And with their cheerful hallelujahs blefs'd
The bounteous Author of their happiness;
From orb to orb th' alternate mufick rang,
And from the cryftal arches of the sky
Reach'd our then glorious world, the native seat
Of the first happy pair, who join'd their songs
To the loud echoes of th' angelick choirs,
And fill'd with biifsful hymns terreftrial heav'n, 30
The Paradife of God, where all delights
Abounded, and the pure ambrofial air
Fann'd by mild Zephirs breath'd eternal sweets,
Forbidding death and forrow, and bestow'd
Fresh heav'nly bloom and gay immortal youth. 35
Not fo, alas! the vile apoftate race,
Who in mad joys their brutal hours employ'd,
Affaulting with their impious blafphemies
The Pow'r fupreme that gave them life and breath;
Incarnate fiends! outrageous, they defy'd
Th' Eternal's thunder, and Almighty wrath
Fearless provok'd, which all the other devils
Would dread to meet; rememb’ring well the day
When, driv'n from pure immortal seats above,
A fiery tempeft hurl'd 'em down the skies,
And hung upon the rear, urging their fall
To the dark, deep, unfathomable, gulf,
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