ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT. How short the date, how fleet the days, Since young Alonzo first drew breath! E'er yet a dawn of sense displays, Thine eyes, sweet babe, are clos'd in death. O! favour'd high, or e'er a stain Of actual guilt pollutes thy mind, Thus early freed from grief and pain, To leave a world of woe behind. Now at thy Saviour's feet in bliss, While flows the fond maternal tear With open arms, for infants spread, "With such my courts are fill'd above." Hence, grief and fond regret away, From Delia's breast, far, far be driven, To acquiescence yield the sway, And strive to greet thy babe in heaven: CREED. My Lord's own blood was shed, to wash each stain From my polluted soul-"death, where's thy sting?" And incorrupt, this flesh shall rise again; "Grave, where's thy victory?" for he is king. Then let the fool deride, the sceptic laugh, And scorn the word that would each vice control; While they with every wind are blown like chaff, These truths shall be the anchor of my soul. THE WIDOW'S SON RESTORED. O THOU who sitt'st enthron'd on high, Whom erst on earth in humble guise, Oft breath'd the agonizing sigh, Whence peace and joy to mortals rise; Permit a creature vile to raise Her trembling voice to sing thy praise. From death, our ingrate race to save, New trophies of his sovereign power. The winds and waves obey his voice, In ev'ry act of power and grace, He speaks, and blindness opes her eyes, Thus when at Nain's gates he met, But soon the sympathetic tear Attempt not thou, my feeble muse, If one, releas'd from death's dread power, Could with terrific fear confound, Ah! who shall stand the awful hour, When Gabriel's trump shall rend the ground While flames of livid light'ning raves O'er rocking hills and gaping graves? When in the clouds, with glory crown'd, He bids th' affrighted world draw near; While guilt is doom'd, with piercing cries, Nor will the quenchless flames expire;: Ah! who would stake the joys of heaven, Enjoy the false delights of sin? THE BEATITUDES. "BLESSED" are they of spirit mild, Resistless, gentle, undefil'd By dire revenge, or fury wild Nor whom resentment e'er beguil❜d, With peace benign their souls accord, "Blessed" are they who sigh and weep If care for Zion banish sleep, By foes oppress'd: Soon shall their tears be turn'd to joy, Blessed" are they who, all content With every dispensation sent, Nor pride their humbler joys prevent, If God a richer store hath lent, Asham'd to vaunt. They shall enjoy, while here below, "Blessed" are they who ardent crave That food which hungry sinners save |