Fierce raging whirlwinds boundless nature blend ;-
The streams rush back, the tottering mountains bend
Down the tall steep their bursting summits roll,
And cliffs on cliffs, hoarse crashing, rend the pole.
Far round the earth, a wild, drear horror reigns;
The high heavens heave, and roar the gloomy plains;
One sea of lightening all the region fills,

And waves of fire ride surging o'er the hills ::
The nodding forests plunge in flame around,
And with huge caverns gapes the shuddering ground;
Swifter than rapid winds Canaan driven,
Refuse the conflict of embattled Heaven.
But the dire hail in vain the victims fly,
And death unbounded shook from all the sky.
The thunder's dark career the seraph's arm,

Fierce vengeance blazing down the immense of storm,
From falling groves to burning flames they flew;
Hail roars around and angry hosts pursue;
From shaking skies, Almighty arms are hurl'd,
And all the gloomy concave bursts upon the world.

Address to the DEITY.

of of good.

Supreme, eternal, self-existent GOD!

Before the beamy sun dispens'd a ray,
Flam'd in the azure vault, and gave the day,
Before the glimmering moon, with borrow'd light,.
Shone queen amid the silver host of night,
High in the Heavens, thou reign'st superior Lord,
By suppliant angels worship'd and ador'd.
With the celestial choir then let me join,
In cheerful praises to the Power Divine.
To sing thy praise, do thou, O God! inspire
A mortal breast with more than mortal fire.
In dreadful majesty thou sit'st enthron'd,
With light encircled and with glory crown'd:
Through all infinitude extends thy reign,

For thee nor Heaven, nor Heaven of Heavens contain ;
But though thy throne is fix'd above the sky,

Thy omnipresence fills immensity.

Saints rob'd in white, to thee their anthems bring

And radient martyrs hallelujahs sing:

Heav'ns universal host their voices raise

In one eternal concert to thy praise;
And round thy awful throne, with one accord,
Sing holy, holy, holy is the Lord.

At thy creative voice from ancient night,
Sprang smiling beauty, and yon worlds of light;
Thou spak'st-the planetary chorus roll'd,
Stupenduous worlds! unmeasur'd and untold!
Let there be light, said God-light instant shone,
And from the orient burst the golden sun;
Heaven's gazing hierarchs, with glad surprise,
Saw first the morn invest the recent skies,
And strait th' exulting troops thy throne surround
With thousand, thousand harps of rapt'rous sound;
Thrones, powers, dominions (ever shining trains!)
Shouted thy praises in triumphant strains;
Great are thy works, they sing, and all around,
Great are thy works, the echoing heav'ns resound.
Th' effulgent sun unsufferably bright,

Is but a ray of thy o'erflowing light;

The tempest is thy breath; the thunder hurl'd
Tremenduous roars thy vengeance o'er the world;
Thou bow'st the heav'ns the smoking mountains nod,
Rocks fall to dust, and nature owns her God!
Pale tyrants shrink, the Atheist stands aghast,
And impious kings in horror breathe their last.
To this great God, alternately, I'd pay,
The evening athem and the morning lay.

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A Morning Hymn.

ROM night, from silence and from death,
Or death's own form mysterious sleep,

I wake to life, to light and health;

Thus me doth Israel's Watchmen keep
Sacred to him in grateful praise,
Be this devoted tranquil hour,
While Him, supremely good and great,
With rapt'rous homage I adore.
What music breaks from yonder copse?
The plumy songsters, artless lay;
Melodious songsters, nature taught!
That warbling hail the dawning day,
Shail man be mute while instinct sings?
Nor human breast with transports rise 2

O! for an universal hymn,
To join the chorus of the skies
See yon refulgent lamp of day,
With unabating glory crown'd,
Rejoicing in his giant strength,
To run his daily destin'd round
So may I still perform thy will,
Great Son of Nature and of Grace!
Nor wander de vious from thy law;
Nor faint in my appointed race,

What charms display the unfolding flowers?
How beauteous glows the enamell'd mead?
More beauteous still the heaven wrought robe,
Of purest white and fac'd with red.
The sun exhales the pearly dews,
Those brilliant sky-shed tears that mourn
His nightly loss: till from earth's cheek
They're kiss'd away by pitying morn,"
For laps'd mankind what friendly tears,
Bent on our weal did angels shed?
Bound, bound our hearts, to think those tears
Made frustrate all when Jesus bled?
Arabia wafts from yonder grove

Delicious odors in the gale;

And with her breeze borne fragrance greets,
Each circumjacent hill and dale.

As incense may my morning song,

A sweetly smelling savor rise,

Perfum'd with Gilead's precious balm,

To make it grateful to the skies.

And when from death's long sleep I wake,

To natures renovating day,

Clothe me with thy own righteousnesss

And in thy likeness, Lord array.

Hymn to Peace.

AIL, sacred Peace, who claim'st thy bright abode, Mid circling saints that grace the throne of God. Before his arm, around this shapeless earth, Stretch'd the wide heavens and gave to nature birth; Ere morning stars his glowing chambers hung, Or songs of gladness woke on angel's tongue; Veil'd in the brightness of th' Almighty's mind,

In blest repose thy placid form reclin'd;
Borne thro the heaven with his creating yoice,
Thy presence bade the unfolding worlds rejoice,
Gave to seraphic harps their sounding lays,
Their joy to angels, and to men their praise.

From scenes of blood these beauteous shores that stain,
From gasping friends that press the sanguin'd plain,
From fields, long taught in vain thy flight to mourn,
I rise, delightful power, and greet thy glad return.
Too long the groans of death and battle's bray
Have rung, discordant thro' th' unpleasing lay;
Let pity's tear its balmy fragrance shed,
'O'er heroes' wounds, and patriot warriors dead.
Accept, departed shades, these grateful sighs,
Your fond attendants to th' approving skies.
But now the untuneful trump shall grate no more,
Ye silver streams, no longer swell with gore;
Bear from your beauteous banks the crimson stain,
With yon retiring navies to the main :

While other views unfolding on my eyes,
And happier themes bid bolder numbers rise.
Bring, bounteous peace, in thy celestial throng,
Life to my soul, and rapture to my songs
Give me to trace, with pure unclouded ray,
The arts and virtues that attend thy sway;
To see thy blissful charms that here descend,
Thro' distant realms and endlesss years extend.

Cecilia.

MY

Scene between Cecilia Beverly & Henrietta Belfield. Y dear Henrietta, you seem to be overjoyed, May I know the cause?. Henrietta. My dear, dear Miss Beverly, I have such a thing to tell you--you would never guess it-I don't know how to believe it myself-Mr. Delvill has written to me! he has indeed! here is the note! [holding out a letter.] Cec. Indeed! I long to know the contents. Pray read it Hen. [reads it.]

"To MISS BELFIELD.

Mr. Delvill presents his compliments to Miss Belfield, and begs to be permitted to wait on her for a few minutes, at any time in the afternoon she will please to appoint.

Only think it is me, poor simple me, of all people; that he wants to speak with. But what can he want! My dear

est Cecilia tell me what you think he can have to say to me? Cec. Indeed it is impossible for me to conjecture.

Hen. If you can't, I am sure there is no wonder I can't. I have thought of a million things in a minute. It can't be about business-It can't be about my brother-It can't be about my dear Miss Beverly-I suspect-[A servant enters with a message.]

Ser. A gentleman in the parlor desires to speak with Miss Belfield. [Servant goes out.] Hen. My dear Miss Beverly, what shall I say to him? Pray advise me. I am so confused I can't say a single word. Cec. I can't advise you, Miss Belfield, for I don't know what he will say to you.

Hen. But I can guess, I can guess! And I shan't know what in the world to answer. I shall behave like a sim

pleton and disgrace myself.

[Cecilia leuves her, and Mr. Delvill enters the room.] Delvill. Good-morrow, Miss Belfield. I hope I have the pleasure to see you well to-day. Is Miss Beverly at home? I have a message for her from my mother. Hen. [With a look of disappointment.]

at home. I will call her.

[Cecilia enters.]

Yes, Sir, she is [goes out.]

Delv. Good-morrow, Madam. I have presumed to wait. on you this morning, by permission of my mother. But I am afraid that permission is so late, that the influence I hoped from it is past.

Cec. I had no means, Sir, of knowing you came from her, otherwise I should have received her commands without hesitation.

Delu. I would thank you for the honor you do her, was it less pointedly exclusive. Yet I have no right to reproach you. Let me ask, Madam, could you, after my solemn promise at our last parting, to renounce all future claim upon you, in obedience to my mother's will, could you think me so dishonorable as to obtrude myself into your presence, while that promise was in force?

Cec. I find I have been too hasty. I did indeed believe Mrs. Delville would never authorise such a visit: but S I was much surprised, I hope I may be pardoned for a little doubt.

Delv. There spoke Miss Beverly! the same, the unaltered Miss Beverly I hoped to find. Yet is she altered?

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