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When thus to Reason (so let Fancy rove) Her great companion spoke immortal Love.

"Say, mighty pow'r, how long shall strife prevail, "And with its murmurs load the whisp'ring gale?

"Refer the cause to Recollection's shrine, "Who loud proclaims my origin divine, "The cause whence heav'n and earth began to be, "And is not man immortaliz'd by me?

"Reason let this most causeless strife subside."

Thus Love p.r.o.nounc'd, and Reason thus reply'd.



"Thy birth, coelestial queen! 'tis mine to own, "In thee resplendent is the G.o.dhead shown; "Thy words persuade, my soul enraptur'd feels "Resistless beauty which thy smile reveals."

Ardent she spoke, and, kindling at her charms, She clasp'd the blooming G.o.ddess in her arms.

Infinite Love where'er we turn our eyes Appears: this ev'ry creature's wants supplies; This most is heard in Nature's constant voice, This makes the morn, and this the eve rejoice; This bids the fost'ring rains and dews descend To nourish all, to serve one gen'ral end, The good of man: yet man ungrateful pays But little homage, and but little praise.

To him, whose works arry'd with mercy s.h.i.+ne, What songs should rise, how constant, how divine!

To a Lady on the Death of three Relations.

WE trace the pow'r of Death from tomb to tomb, And his are all the ages yet to come.

'Tis his to call the planets from on high, To blacken Phoebus, and dissolve the sky; His too, when all in his dark realms are hurl'd, From its firm base to shake the solid world; His fatal sceptre rules the s.p.a.cious whole, And trembling nature rocks from pole to pole.

Awful he moves, and wide his wings are spread: Behold thy brother number'd with the dead!

From bondage freed, the exulting spirit flies Beyond Olympus, and these starry skies.

Lost in our woe for thee, blest shade, we mourn In vain; to earth thou never must return.

Thy sisters too, fair mourner, feel the dart Of Death, and with fresh torture rend thine heart.

Weep not for them, and leave the world behind.

As a young plant by hurricanes up torn, So near its parent lies the newly born-- But 'midst the bright ehtereal train behold It s.h.i.+nes superior on a throne of gold: Then, mourner, cease; let hope thy tears restrain, Smile on the tomb, and sooth the raging pain.

On yon blest regions fix thy longing view, Mindless of sublunary scenes below; Ascend the sacred mount, in thought arise, And seek substantial and immortal joys; Where hope receives, where faith to vision springs, And raptur'd seraphs tune th' immortal strings To strains extatic. Thou the chorus join, And to thy father tune the praise divine.

To a Clergyman on the Death of his Lady.

WHERE contemplation finds her sacred spring, Where heav'nly music makes the arches ring, Where virtue reigns unsully'd and divine, Where wisdom thron'd, and all the graces s.h.i.+ne, There sits thy spouse amidst the radiant throng, While praise eternal warbles from her tongue; There choirs angelic shout her welcome round, With perfect bliss, and peerless glory crown'd.

While thy dear mate, to flesh no more confin'd, Exults a blest, an heav'n-ascended mind, Say in thy breast shall floods of sorrow rise?

Say shall its torrents overwhelm thine eyes?

Amid the seats of heav'n a place is free, And angels open their bright ranks for thee; For thee they wait, and with expectant eye Thy spouse leans downward from th' empyreal sky: "O come away," her longing spirit cries, "And share with me the raptures of the skies.

"Our bliss divine to mortals is unknown; "Immortal life and glory are our own.

"There too may the dear pledges of our love "Arrive, and taste with us the joys above; "Attune the harp to more than mortal lays, "And join with us the tribute of their praise "To him, who dy'd stern justice to stone, "And make eternal glory all our own.

"He in his death slew ours, and, as he rose, "He crush'd the dire dominion of our foes; "Vain were their hopes to put the G.o.d to flight, "Chain us to h.e.l.l, and bar the gates of light."

She spoke, and turn'd from mortal scenes her eyes, Which beam'd celestial radiance o'er the skies.

Then thou dear man, no more with grief retire, Let grief no longer damp devotion's fire, But rise sublime, to equal bliss aspire, Thy sighs no more be wafted by the wind, No more complain, but be to heav'n resign'd 'Twas thine t' unfold the oracles divine, To sooth our woes the task was also thine; Now sorrow is inc.u.mbent on thy heart, Permit the muse a cordial to impart; Who can to thee their tend'rest aid refuse?

To dry thy tears how longs the heav'nly muse!

An HYMN to the MORNING

ATTEND my lays, ye ever honour'd nine, a.s.sist my labours, and my strains refine; In smoothest numbers pour the notes along, For bright Aurora now demands my song.

Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies, Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies: The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays, On ev'ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays; Harmonious lays the feather'd race resume, Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.

Ye shady groves, your verdant gloom display To s.h.i.+eld your poet from the burning day: Calliope awake the sacred lyre, While thy fair sisters fan the pleasing fire: The bow'rs, the gales, the variegated skies In all their pleasures in my bosom rise.

See in the east th' ill.u.s.trious king of day!

His rising radiance drives the shades away-- But Oh! I feel his fervid beams too strong, And scarce begun, concludes th' abortive song.

An HYMN to the EVENING.

SOON as the sun forsook the eastern main The pealing thunder shook the heav'nly plain; Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr's wing, Exhales the incense of the blooming spring.

Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes, And through the air their mingled music floats.

Through all the heav'ns what beauteous dies are spread!

But the west glories in the deepest red: So may our b.r.e.a.s.t.s with ev'ry virtue glow, The living temples of our G.o.d below!

Fill'd with the praise of him who gives the light, And draws the sable curtains of the night, Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind, At morn to wake more heav'nly, more refin'd; So shall the labours of the day begin More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin.

Night's leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes, Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise.

ISAIAH lxiii. 1-8.

SAY, heav'nly muse, what king or mighty G.o.d, That moves sublime from Idumea's road?

In Bosrah's dies, with martial glories join'd, His purple vesture waves upon the wind.

Why thus enrob'd delights he to appear In the dread image of the Pow'r of war?

Compres'd in wrath the swelling wine-press groan'd, It bled, and pour'd the gus.h.i.+ng purple round.

"Mine was the act," th' Almighty Saviour said, And shook the dazzling glories of his head, "When all forsook I trod the press alone, "And conquer'd by omnipotence my own; "For man's release sustain'd the pond'rous load, "For man the wrath of an immortal G.o.d: "To execute th' Eternal's dread command "My soul I sacrific'd with willing hand; "Sinless I stood before the avenging frown, "Atoning thus for vices not my own."

His eye the ample field of battle round Survey'd, but no created succours found; His own omnipotence sustain'd the right, His vengeance sunk the haughty foes in night; Beneath his feet the prostrate troops were spread, And round him lay the dying, and the dead.

Great G.o.d, what light'ning flashes from thine eyes?

What pow'r withstands if thou indignant rise?

Against thy Zion though her foes may rage, And all their cunning, all their strength engage, Yet she serenely on thy bosom lies, Smiles at their arts, and all their force defies.

On RECOLLECTION.

MNEME begin. Inspire, ye sacred nine, Your vent'rous Afric in her great design.

Mneme, immortal pow'r, I trace thy spring: a.s.sist my strains, while I thy glories sing: The acts of long departed years, by thee Recover'd, in due order rang'd we see: Thy pow'r the long-forgotten calls from night, That sweetly plays before the fancy's sight.

Mneme in our nocturnal visions pours The ample treasure of her secret stores; Swift from above the wings her silent flight Through Phoebe's realms, fair regent of the night; And, in her pomp of images display'd, To the high-raptur'd poet gives her aid, Through the unbounded regions of the mind, Diffusing light celestial and refin'd.

The heav'nly phantom paints the actions done By ev'ry tribe beneath the rolling sun.

Mneme, enthron'd within the human breast, Has vice condemn'd, and ev'ry virtue blest.

How sweet the sound when we her plaudit hear?

Sweeter than music to the ravish'd ear, Sweeter than Maro's entertaining strains Resounding through the groves, and hills, and plains.

But how is Mneme dreaded by the race, Who scorn her warnings and despise her grace?

By her unveil'd each horrid crime appears, Her awful hand a cup of wormwood bears.

Days, years mispent, O what a h.e.l.l of woe!

Hers the worst tortures that our souls can know.

Now eighteen years their destin'd course have run, In fast succession round the central sun.

How did the follies of that period pa.s.s Unnotic'd, but behold them writ in bra.s.s!

In Recollection see them fresh return, And sure 'tis mine to be asham'd, and mourn.

O Virtue, smiling in immortal green, Do thou exert thy pow'r, and change the scene; Be thine employ to guide my future days, And mine to pay the tribute of my praise.

Of Recollection such the pow'r enthron'd In ev'ry breast, and thus her pow'r is own'd.

The wretch, who dar'd the vengeance of the skies, At last awakes in horror and surprise, By her alarm'd, he sees impending fate, He howls in anguish, and repents too late.

But O! what peace, what joys are hers t' impart To ev'ry holy, ev'ry upright heart!

Thrice blest the man, who, in her sacred shrine, Feels himself shelter'd from the wrath divine!

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