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God;

“ Without a vain, without a grudging heart, Yet, taught by these, confess th' Almighty just, To him who gives us all, I yield a part;

And where you can't unriddle, learn to trust! From him you come, for him accept it here, “ The great, vain man, who far'd on costly food, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.” Whose life was too luxurious to be good; He spoke, and bid the welcome table spread, Who made his ivory stands with goblets shine, Then talk of virtue till the time of bed,

And forc'd his guests to morning draughts of wine, When the grave houshold round his hall repair, Has, with the cup, the graceless custom lost, Warn'd by a bell, and close the hours with prayer. And still he welcomes, but with less of cost.

At length the world, renew'd by calm repose, “ The mean, suspicious wretch, whose bolted
Was strong for toil, the dappled Morn arose; Ne'er mov'd in duty to the wandering poor; (door
Before the pilgrims part, the younger crept, With him I left the cup, to teach bis mind
Near the clos'd cradle where an infant slept, That Heaven can bless, if mortals will be kind.
And writh'd his neck: the landlord's little pride, Conscious of wanting worth, he views the bowl,
O strange return! grew black, and gasp'd, and And feels compassion touch his grateful soul.
dy'd.

Thus artists melt the sullen ore of lead, Horrour of horrours! what! his only son! With heaping coals of fire upon its head; How look'd our hermit when the fact was done; In the kind warıth the metal learns to glow, Not Hell, though Hell's black jaws in sunder And loose from dross the silver runs below. part,

Long had our pious friend in virtue trod, And breathe blue fire, could more assault his heart. But now the child half-wean'd his heart from

Confus'd, and struck with silence at the deed, He flies, but, trembling, fails to fly with speed. (Child of his age) for him he liv'd in pain, His steps the youth pursues; the country lay And measurd' back his steps to Earth again. Perplex'd with roads, a servant show'd the way: To what excesses had his dotage run? A river cross'd the path; the passage o'er

But God, to save the father, took the son. Was nice to find; the servant trud before; To all but thee, in fits he seem'd to go, Long arms of oaks an open bridge supply'd, (And 't was my ministry to deal the blow) And deep the waves beneath the bending glide. The

poor fond parent, humbled in the dust, The youth, who seem'd to watch a time to sin, Now owns in tears the punishment was just. Approached the careless guide, and thrust him in; “But now had all his fortune felt a wrack, Plunging he falls, and rising lifts his head, Had that false servant sped in safety back; Then fashing turns, and sinks among the dead. This night his treasur'd heaps he meant to steal,

Wild, sparkliug rage inflames the father's eyes, And what a fund of charity would fail ! He bursts the bands of fear, and madly cries, Thus Heaven instructs thy mind : this trial o'er, “ Detested wretch!”- Bat scarce his speech be- Depart in peace, resign, and sin no more." gan,

On sounding pinions here the youth withdrew, When the strange partner seem'd no longer man: The saye stood wondering as the seraph flews His youthful face grew more serenely sweet ; Thus look'd Elisha when, to mount on high, His robe tarn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet; His master took the chariot of the sky; Fair rounds of radiant points invest his bair; The fiery pomp ascending left to view; Celestial odours breathe through purpled air; The prophet gaz'd, and wish'd to follow too. And wings, whose colours glitter'd on the day, The bending hermit here a prayer begun, Wide at his back their gradual plumes display. Lord! as in Heaven, on Earth thy roill be done:* The form etherial burst upon his sight,

Then gladly turning sought his ancient place, And moves in all the majesty of light.

And pass'd a life of piety and peace.
Though loud at first the pilgrim's passion grew,
Sudden he gaz'd, and wist not what to do;
Surprise in secret chains his words suspends,
And in a calm his settling temper ends.
But silence here the beauteous angel broke

PIETY, OR THE VISION' (The voice of music ravish'd as he spoke).

" Thy prayer, thy praise, thy life to vice un- | Twas when the night in silent sable filed, In sweet memorial rise before the throne: [known, When cheerful morning sprung with rising red, These charms, success in our bright region find, When dreams and vapours leave to crowd the brain, And force an angel down, to calm thy mind;

And best the vision draws its heavenly scene; For this, commission'd, I forsook the sky, 'Twas then, as slumbering on my couch I lay, Nay, cease to kneelthy feltow-servant I. A suddeo splendour seem'd to kindle day,

“ Then know the truth of government divine, A breeze came breathing in a sweet perfume, And let these scruples be no longer thine. Blown from eternal gardens, fill'd the room ;

"The Maker justly claims that world ise made, and in a void of blue, that clouds invest, In this the right of Providence is laid;

Appear'd a daughter of the realms of rest;
Its sacred majesty through all depends
On usinsecond means to work bis ends:

" This and the following poem are not in the 'Tis thus, withdrawn in state from human eye, octavo editions of Dr. Parnell's poems published The power exerts bis attributes on high,

by Mr. Pope. They were first communicated to Your actions uses, nor controls your will,

the public by the late ingenious Mr. James ArAnd bids the doubting sons of men be still. buckle, and published in his Hibernicus's Letters, “What strange events can strike with more No. 62, GOLDSMITH.-They are now in some de surprise,

gree corrected, from the volume of Posthumous Than those which lately struck thy wondering eyes? Poems. N.

Her head a ring of golden glory wore,

Make him resign'd, his loads of sorrow meet, Her honour'd hand the sacred volume bore, And me, like Mary, weep beneath his feet; Her raiment glittering secm'd a silver white, I'll bathe my tresses there, my prayers rehearse, And all her sweet companions sons of light. And glide in flames of love along my verse.

Straight as I gaz'd, my fear and wonder grew, “ Ah! while I speak, I feel my bosom swell, Fear barr'd my voice, and wonder fix'd my view; My raptures smother what I long to tell. When lo! a cherub of the shining crowd

'Tis God! a present God! through cleaving air That sail'd as guardian in her azure cloud, I see the throne, and see the Jesus there Fann'd the soft air, and downwards seem'd to glide, Plac'd on the right. He shows the wounds he bore And to my lips a living coal apply'd.

(My fervours oft have won him thus before); Then while the warmth o'er all my pulses ran How pleas'd be looks! my words have reach'd bis Diffusing comfort, thus the maid began:

ear; “ Where giorious mansions are prepar'd above, He bids the gates unbar; and calls me pear." The seats of music, and the seats of love,

She ceas'd. The cloud on which she seem'd to Thence I descend, and Piety my name,

tread To warm thy bosom with celestial flame,

Its curls unfolded, and around her spread; To teach thee praises mix'd with humble prayers, Bright angels waft their wings to raise the cloud, And tune thy soul to sing seraphic airs.

And sweep their ivory lutes, and sing aloud; Be thou my bard.” A vial here she caught, The scene moves off, while all its ambient sky (An angel's hand the crystal vial brought) Is turn'd to wondrous music as they fly; And as with awful sound the word was said, And soft tbe swelling sounds of music grow, She pour'd a sacred unction on my head;

Aud faint their softness, till they fail below. Then thus proceeded : “ Be thy Muse thy zeal, My downy strep the warmth of Phæbus broke, Dare to be good, and all my joys reveal.

And while my thoughts were settling, thus I spoke. While other pencils flattering forms create, “ Thou beauteous vision! on the soul impressid, And paint the gaudy plumes that deck the great; When most my reason would appear to rest, While other pens exalt the vain delight,

'Twas sure with pencils dipt in various lights Whose wasteful revel wakes the depth of night; Some curious angel limn'd thy sacred sights; Or others softly sing in idle lines

From blazing suns his radiant gold he drew, How Damon courts, or Amaryllis shines;

While moons the silver gave, and air the blue. More wisely thou select a theme divine,

I'll mount the roving winds expanded wing, Fame is their recompense, 'tis Heaven is thine. And seek the sacred hill, and light to sing; De ise the raptures of discorded fire,

('Tis known in Jewry well) I'll make my lays, Where wine, or passion, or applause inspire Obedient to thy summons, sound with praise." Low restless life, and ravings born of Earth,

But still I fear, unwarm’d with holy flame, Whose meaner subjects speak their humble birth, I take for truth the flatteries of a dream; Iijke working seas, that, when loud winters blow, And barely wish the wondrous gift I boast, Not made for rising, only rage below.

And faintly practise what deserves it most. Mine is a warm and yet a lambent heat,

Indulgent Lord! whose gracious love displays More lasting still, as more intensely great, Joy in the light, and fills the dark with ease! Produc'd where prayer, and praise, and pleasure Be this, to bless my days, no dream of bliss; breathe,

Or be, to bless the nights, my dreams like this.
And ever mounting whence it shot beneath.
Unpaint the love, that, hovering over beds,
From glittering pinions guilty pleasure sheds ;
Restore the colour to the golden mines
Witb which behind the feather'd idol shines;

BACCHUS;
To flowering greens give back their native care,
The rose and lily, never his to wear;

OR, THE DRUNKEN METAMORPHOSIS. To sweet Arabia send the balmy breath; Strip the fair flesh, and call the phantom Death: As Bacchus, ranging at his leisure, His bow be sabled o'er, his shafts the same, (Jolly Bacchus, king of pleasure!) And fork and point them with eternal flame. Chari'd the wide world with drink and dances, But urge thy powers, thine utmost voice ad And all his thousand airy fancies, vance,

Alas! he quite forgot the while Make the loud strings against thy fingers dance, His favourite vines in Lesbos isle. "Tis love that angels praise and men adore,

The god, returning ere they dy'd, Tis love divine that asks it all and more.

“ Ah! see my jolly fauns," he cry'd, Fling back the gates of ever-blazing day,

The leaves but hardly born are red, Pour foods of liquid light to gild the way;

And the bare arms for pity spread:
And all in glory wrapt, through paths untrod, The beasts afford a rich manure;
Pursue the great unseen descent of God.

Fly, my boys, to bring the cure ;
Hail the meek virgin, bid the child appear, Up the mountains, o'er the vales,
The child is God, and call him Jesus here. Through the woods, and down the dales;
He comes, but where to rest? A manger's nigh, For this, if full the cluster grow,
Make the great Being in a manger lie;

Your bowls shall doubly overflow.”
Fill the wide sky with angels on the wing,

So cheer'd with more officious haste
Make thousands gaze, and make ten thousand sing; They bring the dung of every beast;
Let men afflict him, men he came to save, The loads they wheel, the roots they bare,
Aud still afflict him till he reach the grave; They lay the rich manure with care;

While oft be calls to labour hard,

THE HORSE AND THE OLIVE.
And names as oft the red reward.
The plants refresh’d, new leaves appear,

With moral tale let ancient Wisdom move, The thickening clusters load the year;

Whilst thus / sing to make the moderns wise: The season swiftly purple grew,

Strong Neptune once with sage Minerva strove, The grapes hung dangling deep with blue.

And rising Athens was the victor's prize.
A vineyard ripe, a day serene
Now calls them all to work again.

By Neptune, Plutus (guardian power of gain), The fauns through every furrow shoot

By great Minerva, bright Apollo stood: To load their flaskets with the fruit;

But Jove superior bade the side obtain, And now the vintage early trod,

Which best contrivd to do the nation good. The wines invite the jovial god. Strow the roses, raise the song,

Then Neptune striking, from the parted ground See the master comes along ;

The warlike Horse came pawing on the plain, Lusty revel join'd with laughter,

And as it tost its mane, and pranc'd around, Whim and frolic follow after :

“By this,” he cries, “ I'll make the people reign." The fauns aside the vats remain,

The goddess, smiling, gently bow'd her spear, To show the work, and reap the gain.

And“ Rather thus they shall bebless'd," she said; All around, and all around,

Then upwards shooting in the vernal air, They sit to riot on the ground;

With loaded boughs the fruitful Olive spread. A vessel stands amidst the ring, And here they laugh, and here they sing:

Jove saw what gift the rural powers design'd; Or rise a jolly jolly band,

And took th' impartial scales, resolv'd to show, And dance about it hand in hand;

If greater bliss in warlike pomp we find, Dance about, and shout amain,

Or in the calin which peaceful times bestow. Then sit to laugh and sing again. Thus they drink, and thus they play

On Neptune's part he plac'd victorious days, The sun and all their wits away.

Gay trophies won, and fame extending wide; But, as an ancient author sung,

But plenty, safety, science, arts, and ease, The vine manur'd with every dung,

Minerva's scale with greater weight supply'd. From every creature strangely drew

Fierce War devours whom gentle Peace would save: A twang of brutal nature too;

Sweet Peace restores what angry War destroys; 'Twas hence in drinking on the lawns

War made for Peace, with that rewards the brave, New turns of humour seiz'd the fauns.

While Peace its pleasures from itself enjoys. Here one was crying out, “ By Jove !" Another, “ Fight me in the grove;"

Hence vanquish'd Neptune to the sea withdrew, This wounds a friend, and that the trees;

Hence wise Minerva rul'd Atheniap lands; The lion's temper reign'd in these.

Her Athens hence in arts and honours grew, Another grins, and leaps about,

And still her olives deck pacific hands.
And keeps a merry world of rout,
And talks impertinently free,

From fables, thus disclos'd, a monarch's mind And twenty talk the same as he:

May form just rules to choose the truly great, Chattering, idle, airy, kind:

And subjects weary'd with distresses find, These take the monkeys turn of mind.

Whose kind endeavours most befriend the state. Here onc, that saw the nymphs which stood

Ev'n Britain here may learn to place her love, To peep upon them from the wood,

If cities won, her kingdom's wealth have cost; Skulks off to try if any maid

If Anna's thoughts the patriot souls approve, Be lagging late beneath the shade ;

Whose cares restore that wealth the wars had lost. While loose discourse another raises In naked Nature's plainest phrases,

But if we ask, the moral to disclose, And every glass he drinks enjoys,

Whom her best patroness Europa calls,
With change of nonsense, lust, and noise; Great Anna's title no exception knows,
Mad and careless, hot and vain:

And unapply'd in this the table falls.
Such as these the goat retain.
Another drinks and casts it up,

With her nor Neptune or Minerva vies:
And drinks, and wants another cup;

Whene'er she pleas'd, hertroops to conquest few; Solemn, silent, and sedate,

Whene'er she pleases, peaceful times arise: Ever long, and ever late,

She gave the Horse, and gives the Olive too.
Full of meats, and full of wine:
This takes his temper from the swine.

Here some who hardly seem to breathe,
Drink, and hang the jaw beneath.
Gaping, tender, apt to weep:

DR. DONNE'S THIRD SATIRE VERSIFIED. Their nature's alter'd by the sheep. 'Twas thus one autumn all the crew

COMPASSION checks my spleen, yet scorn denies (If what the poets say be true)

The tears a passage through my swelling eyes; While Bacchus made the merry fcast,

To laugh or weep at sins, might idly show Inclin'd to one or other beast:

Unheedful passion, or unfruitful woe. And since, 'tis said, for many a mile

Satire! arise, and try thy sharper ways. He spread the vines of Lesbos isle,

If ever satire cur'd an old disease.

Bb VOL. IX.

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I not Religion (Heaven-descended dame) From youth to age he grasps the proffer'd dame, As worthy all our soul's devoutest flame,

And they confer his faith, who give his name; As moral Virtue in her early sway,

So from the guardian's hands the wards, who live When the best Heathens saw by doubtful day? Enthrall'd to guardians, take the wives they give Are not the joys, the promis'd joys above,

From all professions careless Airy fies, As great and strong to vanquish earthly love, “ For all professions can't be good,” he cries; As earthly glory, fame, respect, and show, And here a fault, and there another views, As all rewards their virtue found below?

And lives unfix'd for want of heart to choose; Alas! Religion proper means prepares,

So men, who know what some loose girls lare These means are ours, and must its end be theirs ? For fear of marrying such, will marry none. (done, And shall thy father's spirit meet the sight The charms of all obsequious Courtly strike; Of heathen sages cloth'd in heavenly light, On each he dotes, on each attends alike; Whose merit of strict life, severely suited And thinks, as different countries deck the dame, To Reason's dictates, may be faith imputed, The dresses altering, and the sex the same: Whilst thon, to whom he taught the nearer road, So fares Religion, chang'd in outward show, Art ever banish'd from the blest abode?

But 'tis Religion still where'er we go: Oh! if thy temper such a fear can find,

This blindness springs from an excess of light, This fear were valour of the noblest kind.

And men embrace the wrong to choose the right Dar'st thou proroke, when rebel souls aspire, But thou of force must one Religion own, Thy Maker's vengeance, and thy monarch’s ire. And only one, and that the right alone; Or live entomb'd in ships, thy leader's prey, To find that right one, ask thy reverend sire, Spoil of the war, the famine, or the sca;

Let bis of him, and him of his inquire; In search of pea:1, in depth of ocean breathe, Though Truth and Falsehood seem as twins alOr live, exil'd the Sun, in mines beneath,

There's eldership on Truth's delightful side; Or, where in tempests icy mountains roll,

Her seek with heedwho seeks the soundest first, Attempt a passage by the northern pole?

Is not of no Religion, nor the worst. Or dar'st thou parch within the fires of Spain, T'adore, or scorn an image, or protest, Or burn beneath the line, for Indian gain?

May all be bad; doubt wisely for the best, Or for some idol of thy fancy draw (straw! 'T were wrong to sleep, or headlong run astray; Some loose-gown'd dame; O courage made of It is not wandering, to inquire the way. Thus, desperate coward, would'st thou bold appear, On a large mountain, at the basis wide, Yet when thy God has plac'd thee centry here, Steep.to the top, and craggy at the side, To thy own foes, to his, ignoble yield;

Sits sacred Truth enthron’d; and he who means And leave, for wars forbid, th' appointed field? To reach the summit, mounts with weary pains,

Know thy own foes; th' apostate angel; he Winds round and round, and every turn essays, You strive to please, the foremost of the three; Where sudden breaks resist the shorter Fays. He makes the pleasures of bis realm the bait, Yet labour so, that ere faint age arrire, But can he give for love that acts in hate?

Thy searching soul possess her rest alive: The world's thy second love, thy second foe, To work by twilight were to work too late, The world, whose beauties perish as they blow, And age is twilight to the night of fate. They fly, she fades herself, and at the best, To will alone, is but to mean delay, You grasp a wither'd strumpet to your breast; To work at present is the use of day. The flesh is next, which in fruition wastes,

For man's employ much thought and deed remain, High flush'd with all the sensual joys it tastes. High thoughts the soul, hard deeds the body strain, While men the fair, the goodly soul destroy, And mysteries ask believing, which to view, From whence the flesh bas power to taste a joy, Like the fair Sun, are plain, but dazzling too. Seek thou Religion primitively sound

Be Truth, so found, with sacred heed possest, Well, gentle friend, but where may she be found? Not kings have power to tear it from thy breast. By faith implicit blind Ignaro led,

By no blank charters harm they where they bate, Thinks the bright seraph from his country fled, Nor are they vicars, but the hands of fate. And seeks her seat at Rome, because we know, Ah! fool and wretch, who lett'st thy soul be tyd She there was seen a thousand years ago;

'to human laws! or must it so be try'd? And loves her relic rags, as men obey

Or will it boot thee, at the latest day, The foot-cloth where the prince sat yesterday. When Judgment sits, and Justice asks thy plea, These pageant forms are whining Obed's scorn, That Philip that, or Gregory taught thee this, Who seeks Religion at Geneva born,

Or John or Martin? All may teachy amiss: A sullen thing, whose coarseness suits the crowd: for every contrary in each extreme Though young, unhandsome; though unhandsome, This holds alike, and each may plead the same. proud;

Wouldst thou to power a proper duty show! Thus, with the wanton, some perversely judge 'Tis thy first task the bounds of power to know; All girls unhealthy but the country drudge. The bounds once pass'd, it holds the same no mors,

No foreign schemes make easy Cæpio roam, Its nature alters, which it own'd before,
The man contented takes his church at home, Nor were submission humbleness exprest,
Nay, should some preachers, servile bawds of gain, But all a low idolatry at best.
Should some new laws, which like new fashions Power from above, subordinately spread,
reign,

Streams like a fountain from th’ eternal head; Command his faith to count salvation tyd, There, calm and pure, the living waters flow, To visit his, and visit none beside ;

But roars a torrent or a flood below, He grants salvation centres in his own,

Each tower ordain'd the margins to adorn, And grants it centres but in his alone;

Each native beauty, from its roots is tern,

Have rank'd in order for the voice of Fame.
Unwinds his years, the present sees the past;
I view their circles as he turns them o'er,

wil left on deserts, rocks and sands, are tost, The page unfolding would a top disclose,
I the long travel, and in ocean lost.

Where sounds melodious in their birth arose. fares the soul, which more that power reveres,

Wbere first the Morning-stars together sung, an claims from God, than what in Gud inheres. Where first their barps the sons of Glory strung,

With shouts of joy while Hallelujahs rise
To prove the chorus of eternal skies.
Rich sparkling strokes the letters doubly gild,

And all's with love and admiration fill'd.
THE GIFT OF POETRY.
ROM realms of never-interrupted peace,

MOSES. om thy fair station near the throne of Grace, To grace those lines, which next appearto sight, com choirs of angels, joys in endless round, The pencil shone, with more abated light; nd endless harmony's enchanting sound, Yet still the pencil shone, the lines were fair, harm’d with a zeal the Maker's praise to show, And awful Moses stands recorded there; right Gift of Verse descend, and here below Let his, replete with flames and praise divine,

y ravish'd heart with rais'd affection fill, Let his, the first-remember'd song be mine, nd warbling o'er the soul incline my will. Then rise my thought, and in thy prophet tind mong thy pomp, let rich expression wait, What joy should warm thee, for the work design'd. et ranging numbers form thy train complete, To that great act, which rais'd his heart, repair, hile at thy motions over all the sky

And find a portion of his spirit there. weet sounds, and echoes sweet, resounding fly; A nation helpless and unarm'd 1 view, nd where thy feet with gliding beauty tread, Whom strong revengeful troops of war pursue, et Fancy's flowery spring erect its head. Seas stop their flight, their camp must prove their It comes, it comes, with unaccustomed light,

grave, 'he tracts of airy thought grow wondrous bright, Ah! what can save them? God alone can save. Ets notions ancient Memory reviews,

God's wondrous voice proclaims his high command, and young Invention new designs pursues. He bids their leader wave the sacred wand, To some attempt my will and wishes press, And where the billows flow'd, they flow no more, url pleasure, rajs'd in hope, forebodes success. A road lies naked, and they march it o'er. My God, from whom proceed the gifts divine, Safe may the sons of Jacob travel through, My God! I think I feel the gift is thine.

But why will hard'ned Egypt venture too? Se this no vain illusion which I find,

Vain iu thy rage, to think those waters flee Nor Nature's impulse on the passive mind, And rise like walls, on either hand, for thee. But reason's act, produc'd by good desire, The night comes on, the season for surprise, By grace enlivened with celestial fire;

Yet fear not, Israel, God directs thine eyes.
While base conceits, like misty sons of night, A fiery cloud I see thine angel ride,
Before such beams of glory take their flight, His chariot is thy light, and he thy guide.
And frail affections, born of earth, decay, The day comes on, and half thy succours fail;
Like weeds that wither in the warmer ray. Yet fear not, Israel, God will still prevail.

I thank thee, Father! with a grateful mind: I see thine angel from before thee go,
Man's undeserving, and thy mercy kind.

To make the wheels of venturous Egypt slow,
I now perceive, 1 long to sing thy praise, His rolling cloud enwraps its beams of light,
I now perceive, I long to find my lays

And what supply'd thy day, prolongs their night. The sweet incentives of another's love,

At length the dangers of the deep are run, And sure such longings have their rise above. The further brink is past, the bank is won; My resolution stands coufirm'd within,

The leader turns to view the foes behind, My lines aspiring eagerly begin;

Then waves his solemn wand within the wind, Berin, my lines, to such a subject due,

Oh nation freed by wonders, cease thy fear, That aids our labours, and rewards them too! And stand, and see the Lord's Salvation here. Begin, while Canaan opens to mine eyes,

Ye tempests, now, from every corner fly, Where souls and songs, divinely form’d, arise. And wildly rage in all my fancied sky,

As one whom o'er the sweetly-vary'd meads Roll on, ye waters, as tiiey roll'd before, fatire recess and lonely pleasure leads,

Ye billows of my fancied ocean, roar; To verdur’a banks, to paths adorn'd with flowers, Dash high, ride foaming, mingle, all the main, To shady trees, to closely-waving bowers, "Tis done, and Pharaoh can't afflict again. De babbling

fountains, and aside the stream The work, the wondrous work of freedom's dono, Thut softly gliding soothes a waking dream, The winds abate, the clouds restore the Sun, Or bears the thought inspir'd with beat along, The wreck appears, the threatening army drown'd And with fair images improves a song;

Floats o'er the waves, to strew the sandy ground, Through sacred anthems, so may fancy range, Then place thy Muses near the calming food, So still from beauty, still to beanty change, Majestically mild, serenely good; To feel delights in all the radiant way,

Let meekness, lovely virtue, gently stream And

, with sweet numbers, what it feels repay. Around bis visage, like a lanbent flame; For this I call that ancient Time appear,

Let grateful sentiments, let sense of love, And bring his rolls to serve in method here; Let holy zeal, within his bosom move; is rolls which acts, that endless honour claim, And while his people gaze the watery plain,

And fear's last touches like to doubts remain; My call is favour'd: Time from first to last While bright astonishment, that seems to raise

A questioning belief, is fond to praise;
Be thus the rapture in the prophet's breast,
Be thus the thanks for freedom gain'd express'd;

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