A

SE A PIECE.

WH

I.

HAT folemn awe pervades my wond'ring foul,

While o'er the deep I caft my ftraining eye? Around me, waves on waves, ftupendous roll, And, mounting, seem to meet the bending sky.

II.

Whether the rofy-fringed dawn I view,
Purpling the golden eaft with infant light,
While the red fun yet drinks the falling dew,
And diffipates the lazy fhades of night;

III.

Or whether, mounted in his glitt'ring car,

He darts meridian fplendor o'er the main;

Or finking fofter down the western air,

He clothes with crimson clouds th' etherial plain;

IV. The

IV.

The heavens and ocean ftill my vifion bound,
Nor other object fave what they dispense;
Within the vaft circumference is found,

To charm the heart, or roufe the eager fense.

V..

Yet ftill the man, by Nature's grandeur fir'd, Whom Heav'n's inimitable works can please; Will feel his foul with gen'rous thoughts infpir'd, Struck with the pow'r that form'd those awful feas.

VI.

How fweet the morn, when zephyrs round us fweep,

And in the east, with blushing beauty gay, Bright Sol emerging from the pearly deep, Leads on, in dazzling majefty the day?

VII.

The orient billows feem one living blaze;

The grey mifts rife, with amber fkirted o'er, And float afar before the folar rays,

Collecting, in their march the fhowery store.

VIII. Along

VIII.

Along the boundless æther, light, they fail,
Remoteft regions feel their kindly aid;
Or, on the hills they break, or lowly vale
Refresh, and fructify the thirfty glade.

IX.

Then, in meand'ring ftreams, they prattling glide, Wat❜ring the green favannahs in their course ; And fwell the river's oft revolving tide,

And mingle, foaming, with their native fource.

X.

Oft when, in filent calm, the noon-day beam Reflects its glory down heav'n's azure steep, Through the clear waves, refplendent dolphins gleam,

And whales, enormous, gambol round the deep.

XI.

Oft in this wat❜ry region fifh are found,

Refembling animals of earthly form;

*

Here, in black droves, the nimble fea-hogs bound, Omen to mariners of coming ftorm.

* Porpoife.

TO

то

MELANCHOLY.

O ME, thou Queen of penfive air,

In thy fable, footed car,

By two mournful turtles drawn-
Let me meet thee on yon lawn,
With decent vestments wrapt around,
And thy brows with cypress bound!
Quickly come, thou fober dame,
And thy mufing Poet claim.

Bear me, where thou lov'ft to rove,
In the deep, dark, folemn grove;
Where, on banks of velvet green,
Peace, with Silence, ftill is feen;
And Leifure, at the fultry noon,
On flowry 'carpet flings him down-
There, sweet Queen! I'll fing thy pleasures

In euthufiaftic measures,

And found thy praise thro' the lone vale,
Refponfive to the hollow gale;

The murm'ring rills fhall spread it round,
And grottoes the wild notes rebound.

BEGINNING

BEGINNING

OF FA POEM,

ΟΝ ΤΗΕ

PASSION and RESURRECTION of CHRIST.

OW came the hour, th' important hour,

When Heav'n's eternal Son,

(Who deign'd the fleshly form to wear,

And all our fins and troubles bear)
His facred blood for man must pour,
By Satan's wiles undone.

O Thou! all-hallow'd Spirit, hear!
Inspirer of the prophets old,
Who tun'd the royal David's ear,

When thro' his breaft sweet transports roll❜d; Thou PARACLETE divine, o'er-rule my humble lyre, And touch a mortal breaft with thy celeftial fire; For all in vain

We wake the ftrain,

Our gratitude to prove

And fing MESSIAH's love,

Unless thy holy flame our frozen hearts inspire.-

Α ́ Ν