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 PO E 
 
 UPON 
 
 Divine and Moral 
 
 SUBJECTS. 
 
 Originals & Tranflations. 
 
 By Dr. Patrick, late Lord Biihop 
 of ELT, and other Eminent Hands. 
 
 LONDON, Printed for W. Mears at the 
 Lamb, and F. Clay at the Bible and Star, both 
 without Temph-Bar, 1719, 
 
To the Right Reverend Father in God 
 
 W I L L I A % 
 
 Lord Bifhop of S J RUM, 
 
 AND 
 
 Chancellor of the Moil Noble 
 Order of the GARTER. 
 
 My Lord, 
 
 'HE beft Pretence J have to your 
 Lordfiip's Patronage of this Collecti- 
 on, is the Care I have taken, that 
 fome pojlhumous Pieces in it, belong- 
 ing to Perfons once Dear to your Lordjb/f, 
 Jhould not perifh ^ as they mitfl have done, had 
 they only taynfcatterd up and down in Manu- 
 script: Bejides, that in fuch a Circnmflance 
 they could neither be of fo extenfwe life, nor 
 A 2 tbofe 
 
The Dedication. ' 
 
 ihofe who defird them, fo eafily gratify \l, as 
 by this Publication : In which, I hope, I 
 have paid fome Obedience to that Command of 
 car Bleffed Lord, Gather up the Fragments 
 that remain, that nothing be loft: Not in- 
 deed in the Senfe he gave it to his Difciples, 
 but yet in a much better than that it iv as ap- 
 ply d to, upon the Recovery of fome afelefs in- 
 fignificant Reliques. For here, my Lord, is 
 Chrtftianhy in its native Beauty, and the Mu- 
 fes are re florid to the Service of Religion, in 
 which as they were firft, fo they were bejl em- 
 ploy d. 
 
 I know not whether it is from. Ignorance, or 
 Malevolence, or a DefeB in Nature, that Roe- 
 try is tax'd by fome as a Sort of Senfuality : 
 There are certainly fome Raffions and Ajfeai- 
 ons of the Mind, which are befi exprefs'd by 
 Roetry, as others are mo ft effeUually and forci- 
 bly moved by Mitfick , whence it was, that the 
 Prophet c air d for an Inftrument to tune his 
 Soul for the Divine Infpiration. And if Mu* 
 fick be a Pie a fur e properly Intellectual', as the 
 ingenious Mr. Norris afferts, arifing from the 
 Agreement and Proportion of Sounds, (a Plea- 
 sure which by a peculiar felicity of Nature 
 fome few only are fenfible of) why may not Po- 
 etry be fo too, which confifts in the artful Sym- 
 metry of fuperiour Senfe, proper Images, fur- 
 yrifing Turns, and flowing Numbers ? Indeed, 
 the moftcompleat proceeds from the fkilful Union 
 
 °f 
 
The Dedication, 
 
 of the Sifter- Arts, when Poetry makes Mnfick 
 eloquent, and Mnfick Poetry harmonious. This, 
 my Lord, if our Divines are not miflaken, is 
 ivh at the Soul will be chiefly delighted with after 
 this Life, as one of the fublime Entertainments 
 in the Happinefs of the next. For who knows 
 but the Poetry of Heaven may be as refind and 
 ravifhing as its Mnfick is reprefented to be ? 
 And whether the Saints may not be employ d 
 in compojing Hymns, to celebrate the Triumphs 
 of their Redemption, and ether wonderful 
 Works of God, as Things pafs'd, which they 
 fo divinely fun g, in a joyful Expectation of\ 
 when they were to come? 'Tis certain fome 
 of the mo ft excellent Paftages in the Infpird 
 Writings are of the Poetical Kind, and fet to 
 Mnfick, no Doubt, as much fuperior to ours, 
 as the Holy Scriptures are to merely human 
 Compofition : The divine Breathings fiWd the 
 Poet's Soul ^ the Lute and Harp were touch' d 
 by holy Hands, and made fweet Melody in the 
 Voice of Prayer and Thanks giving. 
 
 But if my Lord, this foould be fund at I aft 
 no better than an agreeable Hypothefs, yet it 
 can do no Harm, in the mean time, by being 
 entertain d, Jince it may ferve to co?nfort the 
 Minds of good Perfons, under the Infirmities 
 and Sorrows of this Life, and raife their Ex- 
 pectation of being made Partakers of a better* 
 In Preparation to which, as many of the 
 Hymns in this ColU&'wn may be tfffiftivg-, fo 1 
 
 ajfure 
 
The Dedication. 
 
 affure my felf, from that fingular Humanity, 
 which, among/} other Virtues, hath raised 
 your Lordfoip to the highejl EJleem, it will not 
 fail of a candid Acceptances as here offer* d 
 with the greatefl Humility and Revere?ice y by 
 your Lordfiip's 
 
 Moft obedient Servant, 
 
 TJye Editor. 
 
 THE 
 

 
 
 THE 
 
 PREFACE, 
 
 B Y 
 
 Bifliop PATRICK. 
 
 NO W my grey Hairs begin to ihow 
 What I in vain conceal^ how old I grow > 
 
 Thro* many a Summers Heat, and many a Winters 
 
 (Snow. 
 II. 
 
 What Profit's the whole World ? fay I : 
 To me its good, or ill, muft quickly die j 
 All I once had, or was, as dead, already lie* 
 
 III. 
 
 Tell mc } fond Man, whoe'er thou art. 
 
 What's now that World on which thou fett'ft thy Hearty 
 
 When there's a better State which daims thy better Part. 
 
 Since 
 
The PREFACE. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Since thy Life's Race is almcft run, 
 
 Thy Race tov/rds Heav n fhouLl be at leaft begun ; 
 
 Thy Soul, thy Lips, thy Life, fhould praife the Blefs^d 
 
 (Three One. 
 V. 
 
 Shorten with pious Hymns the Day, 
 
 Without a Hymn let no Night pafs away. 
 
 Proud Herefy pull down, Faith s lure Foundation lay. 
 
 VI. 
 
 The Pagan World's falfe Gods defy, 
 
 Banifh the modern Rome's Idolatry, 
 
 Tell how Apoftles liv'd, how Martyrs us'd to dye. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Tranfported with my lofty Rhime, 
 
 O! that, unbody'd, I to Heav'n might climb, 
 
 And write, and fing my laft, in Numbers all fublime. 
 
 POEMS 
 
THE 
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 
 HE Preface, by Bifiop Patrick. 
 
 An Hymn at the Cock-Crowing, trans- 
 lated from Prudentius, by the 
 fame Hand. Page i 
 
 An Hymn for the Morning, from Prudentius, 
 by the fame. j 
 
 An Hymn at the Lighting up of Candles, from 
 Prudentius, by the fame. n 
 
 An Hymn before Sleep, from Prudentius, by 
 the fame, ' / 
 
 Upon Reading our Blejfed Saviour's Miracles, 
 from Prudentius, by the fame* 27 
 
 f Upon 
 
The CONTENTS. 
 
 Upon the Morning we are to receive the Holy 
 Communion, from Aquinas, by the fame. 44 
 
 On very tempefuous Weather, from St. Am- 
 brofe, by the fame. 47 
 
 An Hymn for a Fafling-Day, at the Ninth Hour, 
 from Prudentius, by the fame. 50 
 
 On the Re fur region of the fame Body, from 
 Prudentius\r Conclufwn of his Apotheofis, 
 by the fame. 54 
 
 An Hymn at the Cock-Crowing, by the fame. 6% 
 
 An Eafter Hymn, from Prudentius, by the 
 fame. 6 J 
 
 An Hymn for the Eves of the Martyrs, by the 
 fame. 70 
 
 On a TrofpeB of the JJniverfity, from the 
 Top of a Hill :> a Prayer for its Profperity, 
 by the fame. 72 
 
 A Prayer, tranfated from the Latin by the 
 fame. 88 
 
 An Hymn for the Third Hour, by the fame. 89 
 
 An Hymn before Lent, by the fame. 90 
 
 An Hymn for the Sixth Hour, by the fame. 92 
 
 On the Pajfton of St. Agnes, from Prudentius, 
 by the fame, 127 
 
 The 
 
The CONTENTS. 
 
 The fourth Ode of the fecond Book of Ho- 
 race. 37 
 
 To Mr. Young, written on a Leaf of his Poem 
 on the la ft Day y by T. Warton, M. A* of 
 Magdalen-College, Oxon. 40 
 
 Upon the Death ofBiJhop Patrick, 42 
 
 Upon the RefurreUion 0/ Lazarus. 56 
 
 A Tranjlation out of St. Gregory Nazienzen, 
 bemoaning the Burning of his Church, by 
 Theophijus. 58 
 
 An Epiftle to Theophilus, from Philomu- 
 fus. 60 
 
 On the Creation of the World. 6$ 
 
 On the Egyptian Darknefs, from .the lyth 
 Chapter of Witdom. rii *i '75 
 
 The Third Chapter 0/Habakkuk tranfiated. 81 
 
 Upon Juftification by Faith without good 
 Works. 85 
 
 An Hymn on Chriftmas-D^. 86 
 
 An Hymn for the Ninth Hour. 93 
 
 To Mr. R , upon a Tragedy on a Divine 
 
 SubjeS. 94 
 
 On Mans Pronenefs to Sin* 96 
 
 Upon 
 
The CONTENTS. 
 
 Upon a deceafed Friend, by Mrs. O&avia 
 Walfh. 99 
 
 Contempt of the World, by the fame. 102 
 
 On Solitude, by the fame. 1C5 
 
 Divine Love, by the fame. 108 
 
 Upon Death, by the fame. no 
 
 The Goodnefs of Providence, by the fame. 112 
 
 The Forty fecond Pfahn, by the fame. 116 
 
 David\r Lamentation for Saul and Jonathan, 
 alter d from Mr. Sandys. 119 
 
 Hitman Life, correUed from an old Copy of 
 the Lord Bacon. 122 
 
 The Banquet of the Sacrament, altered from 
 Mr. Herbert. 124 
 
 The Hijlory of the Prophet Jonah, from the 
 Learned Grotius. 129 
 
 POEMS 
 
(O 
 
 POEMS 
 
 UPON 
 
 Divine and Moral StihjeBs. 
 A Hymn at the Cock-crowing. 
 
 Tranflated from Pk udentius by Eifhoo 
 PatricKo 
 
 I. 
 
 EARK! the Cock's early Mattins warn 
 Dull Mortals of approaching Light- 
 
 Christ every Soul calls every Morn 
 His Words to endlefs Life invite; 
 
 II. 
 
 Sluggards, nlethinks He cries, away 
 With your foft, lazy Beds, make Room; 
 
 Eechafte, clean, temp'rate, all the Day, 
 Be watchful, for BmUold I CofiE! * 
 
 b wiy 
 
( o 
 
 III. 
 
 Who not his drov/fy Couch forfakes 
 Before the Sun, too late will rife, 
 
 Unlcfs fome Hour from Night he takes, 
 And then the Mind's belt Labour plies. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The feather'd Poets, whilft they ling 
 
 Beneath our Eaves, with grateful Mirth, 
 
 When Day s fir ft Beams begin to fpring, 
 Mind us of who fliail judge the Earth. 
 
 For with the deadly Night opprefs'd, 
 As in our Winding-Sheets we lie, 
 
 He bids lis leave our carelefs Reft, 
 Since the great flaming Hour is nigh, 
 
 VI. 
 
 As From its rofy Bed the Morn 
 
 Scatters the penlive Shades of Night, 
 
 We, after virtuous Toils well borne, 
 May raife our Hopes of endlefs Light. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Our Sleep., which for fhort Eafe was lent, 
 May lading Deaths faint Image be ; 
 
 Our Crimes Night's Horrours reprefent^ 
 Or make our Life a Lethargy. 
 
 But 
 
(3) 
 
 VIII. 
 
 But Christ dire&s his high Command 
 
 To all who his true Light implore, 
 The Night is spent, the Day at Hand ; 
 
 The Prince of Darknefs ferve no more. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Wake, Sleeper, and to Live begin, 
 
 E'er thy Life ends in fickly Dreams, 
 Whilft thy Soul, bury'd in thy Sin, 
 
 Reflects not oji her native Beams. 
 
 X. 
 
 The Devils, wand 'ring to and fro, 
 
 Keep their dark Revels all the Night ; 
 But when the Cock begins to crow, 
 
 They tremble, ftart, and take their Flight. 
 
 XI. 
 
 The Morning Rays tlr Arch-fiend appall ; 
 
 When the bright Prefence of the Day 
 Breaks thro' Night's dark Partition-Wall, 
 
 Hells Out-guards fee, and fcout away. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Too well they know, too well divine, 
 
 We lhall be rally 'd from our Shrowds j 
 And of our Hope this is the Sign, 
 
 And of Gob's coming in the Clouds, 
 
 B 2 Our 
 
(4) 
 
 XIIL 
 
 pur Saviour's Words to Peter ftiow 
 How well this Bird can give Advice ; 
 
 for before Twice the Cock shall crow, 
 Thou, PETER, shall't deny me Thrice, 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Benighted, he to Sin gave Place, 
 
 Till the fhrill Herald of the Day 
 froclairnd new Light to human Race, 
 
 And then his Sin he put away, 
 
 XV. 
 
 Then, then the falln Apoftle wept, 
 That from his Lips fuch Treafon flew j 
 
 Tho' in his Heart the Faith he kept, 
 Tho' in his Thought was ever true. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 His Tongue, that Hipp ry Member ftay'd, 
 
 And never dar'd offend agen ; 
 At the Bird's Call the Saint obey'd^ 
 
 And at his Summons ceas'd to fin. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 At this fall Hour let none forget, 
 (Since pious Faith maintains it well) 
 
 What Time the Cocks their Larums fet^ 
 Christ came, irtTriumph> back from Hell. 
 
 D^ath 
 
(5) 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 Death was then fore d to quit the Field ; 
 
 The Fiend's grand Charter cancelFd lay i 
 The thickeft Shades of Darknefs yield. 
 
 When ftruck with Christ's refiftlefs Ray* 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Let evil Things Ceffation keep ; 
 
 Clofe as the Grave black Deeds fiiould lie ; 
 Let mortal Sin, the Soul's Dead-Sleep, 
 
 In its own Apoplexy die. 
 
 XX. 
 
 But let the wakeful, aftive Mind, 
 
 While gloomy Clouds the Morn retard, 
 
 Whatever Space there is behind, 
 Keep, in her Station, Watch and Ward. 
 
 XXL 
 
 To thee, Dear Jesus, let us cry, 
 
 Direft our Thoughts, and pray, and weep 3 
 
 Intenfe Devotion will deny 
 
 The Pure in Heart Excefs of Sleep. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 i-onghave our Folded Arms atEafe^ 
 
 OurScnfes in Oblivion layn, 
 Struck, hurt, o'ercome, with our Difeafe, 
 
 And wild Impreflions on our Brain. 
 
 Such 
 
CO" 
 
 xxm. 
 
 Such airy Shades we us'd to chace, 
 
 Whilft with the World we were in Fee * 
 
 We ran the Dreamer's frantick Race $ 
 But watch, and Truth fhall fet us free* 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 Fine Gold, fof t Fleafure, earthly Joy, 
 Vaft Wealth, bright Honour, great Succefs, 
 
 Are fmiling Evils, yet they cloy, 
 And, viewed by Day, grow lefs and lefs. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 Jesus, drive Slumber from our Eyes, 
 Knock off the heavy Chains of Night ; 
 
 On our lick Souls with Healing rife, 
 And chear us with thy Beams oFLight, 
 
 An 
 
(7) 
 
 An Hymn for the Morning. 
 
 Tranflated from Prud entius* by the 
 
 fame Hand. 
 
 1. 
 
 Eh old ! the Darknefs flies away, 
 
 Why fiiould the World like Chaos lie ? 
 
 Now comes the Light, now comes the Day, 
 
 And Christ, the Day-fpring, from on 
 
 (High. 
 
 Damp'd by the Glories of the Sun, 
 
 Vapours, which rofe from Earthy decline ; 
 
 Nature her gaudy Robes puts oii, 
 Where that kind Star begins to fhine. 
 
 III. 
 
 So the black Soul fhall then look pale, 
 (The double Mind, which Envy ihrouds) 
 
 When God plucks off his mifty Veil, 
 And comes, with Glory, in the Clouds. 
 
 Vain 
 
(8) 
 
 IV. 
 
 Vain Man! who horrid Things conceals, 
 Only in his own Thoughts enclosed $ 
 
 for that red, low ling Morn reveals 
 The Depths of Hearts, to all expos'd. 
 
 The Thief by Twi-light may begin, 
 And Ileal fecurely till 'tis Day ; 
 
 But Day-light will contend with Sin, 
 And Sin, from Sun to Sun, betray. 
 
 VI. 
 
 The Cheat may in his Malk delight, 
 A Vizor, for Difguife, he needs : 
 
 The foul Adult'rer loves the Night, 
 
 The Night, a Friend to fliamelefs Deeds; 
 
 vn. 
 
 But fee'! the Sun comes flaming in, 
 Now Sinners blufh, regret, repent j 
 
 Before the Sun none dare to fin, 
 Men cannot dare, and not relent. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Laft Ev nings Riot, in the Cool 
 
 Of the next Morning, caufes Shame ; 
 
 Some Wit appears in th' Idle Fool, 
 And Vice grows tradable and tame. 
 
 They 
 
(9) 
 
 IT T 
 A, 
 
 They who fo often live in Jcfr, 
 
 Would fain be then accounted wife ; 
 
 And their ilight Errors then, at leaft. 
 Beneath a ferious Look difguife ! 
 
 A golden Hour ! to all that wear 
 
 The Sword, or Gown, or hold the PlougH ; 
 Afk, when each plies his own Affair, 
 
 The Sailor, or the Shopman, now ? 
 
 XL 
 
 To Bars fmooth Pleaders have Recourfe, 
 
 The Brave to Arms, when Trumpets found \ 
 
 Tl)e bold Advent Yer Wealth would force 
 from Sea, the Farmer from the Ground, 
 
 XII. 
 
 But not fuch Myfteries of Trade, 
 Nor talkirig Arts to lis are known ; 
 
 Nor to be Warriours are we made, 
 But, Christ, we follow thee alone, 
 
 XIII. 
 
 With unpolluted Hearts, to thee 
 We learn to call, we learn to ling, 
 
 Adoring, on our humble Knee, 
 
 Weeping, yet joying, in our King. 
 
 Th;; 
 
- ( io ) 
 
 XIV. 
 
 This is the Craft by which we thrive, 
 
 This Art of Living we purfuc-$ 
 The daily Talk at which we ftrive, 
 
 And with each dawning Sun renew, 
 
 XV. 
 
 Oh ! fet a Watch before our Eyes, 
 
 Great Watcher, fearch out all our Ways ; 
 
 Many dark Folds we have, Oh ! rife 
 On fully'd Hearts with cleaning Rays- 
 
 XVI. 
 
 O Saviour! bid, that we may ftand, 
 As fair and fpotlefs as they flood, 
 
 Who were, of Old, at thy Command, 
 Baptiz'd in Jordan's Silver Flood. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Tho' Night, or evil Thoughts of Night, 
 With dark Deeds fhould our Minds infefl, 
 
 Difpcl them with that Myftick Light, 
 Which by enlight'niijg can correct. 
 
 XVIII- 
 
 Thou can'ft the fouleft .€thiop take, 
 And make his Skin as w f hite as Snow, 
 
 Of Ebony can'ft Cryftal make • 
 We are thus ftain'd, then change us fo. 
 
 Old 
 
( II) 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Old Jacob, all this wakeful Night, 
 The Captain of God's Hofts refifts ; 
 
 Bravely they ftrive 'till Morning-Light, 
 Unequal Wreftlers in the Lifts. 
 
 XX. 
 
 But at Day-break the Champion's Knee 
 
 Sunk in the Combat, and grew lame ; 
 His feeble Sinew shrunk, and he, 
 Contending with his God, grew tame, 
 
 XXI. 
 
 He halted on his Thigh, the Part 
 Uncomely^ which a Veil requires, 
 
 Beneath the Seat of Life, the Heart, 
 WhLh is the Source of loofe Qeflres. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 This was for our Instruction writ, 
 
 A Type of a benighted Soul, 
 Till all its Powers to God fubmit^ 
 
 \yho can all Rebel-Force control. 
 
 XXIIL 
 
 But ftill the Juft are truly blefs'd, 
 If at Day-break it ihall be found, 
 
 That the Old Man they have opprefs'd, 
 And giv'n the Man of Sin a Wound, 
 
 C 2 Afftfted 
 
( 12 ) 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 Affected Blindnefs, new give Place • 
 
 Hurry'd along, 'till almoft loft 5 
 We made falfc Steps in all our Race, 
 
 Thro Errors winding Mazes tofL 
 
 XXV. 
 
 Heav'n, (mile upon us ; and the Day, 
 Be that fo 'peaceful, we fo pure, 
 
 And nothing may, or do, or fay, 
 Nothing but what will Light endure* 
 
 XXVL 
 
 May the good Day fo kindly end, 
 
 No Hand, no Tongue may praflife Guile * 
 
 No Eye thro' Wantonnefs offend, 
 Our Bodies may no Spot defile. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 The great Obferver ftands on high, 
 And all our A£tions fees from far, 
 
 From th' Hour that we begin to die, 
 
 To th' Evening from the Morning-Scar. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 He Witnefs is, and Seiitence gives : 
 Nothing efcapes his fearchin^ Eye, 
 
 Nothing which human Thought conceives • 
 None can him bribe, or fright, or fly. 
 
 Hymn 
 
 : • i 
 
(13 
 
 
 ®®@®®©©©s©s 
 
 H y m n at the Lighting up of 
 Candles* 
 
 From Rrude^tws, by the Same. 
 
 ■^ Uthor of Light^our Leader, and our Guide, 
 
 Who into Day and Night doft Time divide. 
 
 The Sun nowyields the Day to difmal Night, 
 
 Christ, fend thy Servants frefli Supplies 
 
 (of Light. 
 On Heavn s bright Face Stars make a Milky Way, 
 
 The Moon to rule the Night, the Sun the Day. 
 But thou haft taught us Mortals, in the Dark, 
 From Nerves of Flint to foice a gentle Spark! 
 By this Experiment to teach Mankind 
 Eternal Light from thee, to feek and find • 
 From thee, win ftylft thy felfour liable Rock, 
 Op'ning the Fire of Love to all that knock. 
 Our common Fire, ftruck from that ftony Seed, 
 With catching Matter, drench'd in Oil, we feed : 
 Or draw fine Twifts thro' Wax we take from Bees, 
 But firft we take the Honey for our Fees. 
 Flame in a Shell will live, with Oil for Drink, 
 And 'till it licks up all will never fink ; 
 
 Our 
 
( 14) 
 
 Our pitchy Links the bleeding Pine fuftains, 
 
 And the dry Firs the yellow Fiambeau drains. 
 
 Warm, gummy Drops, which trickle down the Hil^ 
 
 Our Oratories with their Odours fill ; 
 
 Down from the burning Top they melting creep, 
 
 And as the Taper waftes, it feems to weep, 
 
 O bounteous Father ! all the Thanks be thine, 
 
 That all our Courts with Lamps fo glorious fhine. 
 
 Thus a Mock N ; ?.. v :th abfent Day-light vies, 
 
 And thus, with her torn Veil, Night vanquifh'd flies. 
 
 But who difcems not Light's i:: 1 Spring, 
 
 WhofeRays from God himfelf their Luftrc bring ? 
 
 Eexthe Great God was of a virgin born, 
 
 Moses beheld him in aflamii.; Thorn. 
 
 Happy, to fee the Prince, whofe Throne, fo hi^h 
 
 Irradiates the low Buih : But draw not NIQH 
 
 Put off thyShooes: This was the dread C .arid; 
 
 Profane ::ot holy Ground, on wil h you 
 
 (stand* 
 Old Jacob's noble Race, (which much relies 
 
 On their long Lineage, and their Foe defies) 
 
 Free from the barbarous Lords they ferv'd before, 
 
 Follow his facred Flame, and then adore. 
 
 Thro' a wide Defart, where their Camp mull go, 
 
 When all was Night, (to them it was not fo) 
 
 The Pyramid of Fire, more bright than Day, 
 
 Condu&s the watchful Army on their Way. 
 
 Th s Egyptian Tyrant boils with envious Rage, 
 
 And rafhly bids his braveft Troops engage : 
 
 Bids found the Charge, and force them back agen 
 
 With thundVing Squadrons of his Iron Men. 
 
 The 
 
( 15 ) 
 
 The Men take Arms > and breath out Death and vVoui 
 Wounds ev'iy Sword, Death evry Trumpet founds 
 Some truft in Darts, fomc trim the fatal Cane, 
 And barbed Steel flies hizzing o er the Plain. 
 The Foot move in a Wedge, v ■ ith angry Speed, 
 Some mount the Chariot with a fiery Steed. 
 Tidings of War the dreadful Enfigns tell, 
 The golden Lions rage, the Dragons fwell. 
 
 But now, no longer Slaves, BlefsYl Israel's Band, 
 With lab'ring in the Sun all fcorch'd and tann'd, 
 To the Red Sea, with Moses, take their Way, 
 And on the Sand their weary Bodies lay. 
 When, lo! their Foes with their falfe Chief arrive, 
 In full Career the fierce Battalions drive ; 
 On, thro 1 the Sea, faid Moses, there's our Way, 
 So He Commands, whom Wind and Sea obey. 
 The Waves depart, the Waves ftand up in Ranks, 
 The wand ring Waves ftand folid as their Banks, 
 On either Side, flank'd with a watry Arch, 
 Whilft the glad People thro 5 the Middle march. 
 The tawny Foes, urg'd by a furious Hate, 
 Or by their impious King's prodigious Fate, 
 Or by a horrid Thirft of Hebrew Blood, 
 Plung'd fearlefs in the Gulph, and dar'd the Flood* 
 With headlong Courage^ in the Deep they fpread j 
 Each briny Mountain fhakes its threat'ning Head ; 
 Down with impetuous Noife the liquid Wall 
 Drops on each Side, and down the Billows fall 
 Chariots and Horfes, Arms and armed Peers, 
 Float mingled in the Wreck ; bfeck Cuirafliers, 
 
 Such 
 
( ii ) 
 
 Such as in Royal Tow'rs Night-Watches keep, 
 Sunk fadly down into their longeft Sleep. 
 
 Jesus ! What Tongde's fo eloquent to raife 
 A Trophy worthy thy immortal Praife ? 
 By many Strokes meek Moses, with his Wand, 
 Strikes Pharoah dead, but ftrikes with thy right Hand* 
 Thou the broad Sea for fettled Bounds haft made, 
 Thro' which adventurous Mortals lhould not wade $ 
 Yet Thee it flies, thro' it thy Armies go ; 
 The greedy Flood overwhelms the Godlefs Foe. 
 The barren Rock frefh purling Brooks fupplies, 
 The dry Flint gapes, the living Waters rife, 
 To quench their raging Thirft with cooling Streams, 
 Whom the Sun wounded with his pointed Beams; 
 The Lake or Gall prov'd Honey to the Tafte, 
 On the dull Pool when healing Wood was cart : 
 Tis Wood, thfe Crofs, tvhich fweetens bitter Things I 
 There fix our Hopes, for thiere all Virtue fprings. 
 Food for the Camp defcends, like Morning-Snows, 
 Thick on the Ground, like Winter-Hail it Ihows ; 
 With Angels Food their Tables they fupply, 
 But Christ provides, and pours it from the Sky; 
 As fruitful Show'rs defend with gentle Gales, 
 So, Wing a upon the Wind, came pteafant Quails ; 
 Wafted from Heav n, in Troops, on Earth they lie. 
 An cafy Prize, tint never more ihall fly. 
 
 Thefe mighty Wonders, by the great Three OrfE, 
 Of Old were for the Godlike Patriarchs done. 
 
 The 
 
C 17) 
 
 The fame kinJGivci bids us, Take a\*d Eat^ 
 
 And feeds our Souls with Myftick-real Meat. 
 
 He calls us thro' the World? impetuous Waves, 
 
 Rebukes the Sea, and Us poor Sailors faves. 
 
 Calls our tir d Souls, free'd from a thoufand Woes, 
 
 Up to the Land where Milk with Honey flows. 
 
 There wond rous Rofes fpread their fragrant Beds, 
 
 There Stranger Sun-SowYs rear their golden Heads $ 
 
 There glows the Violet, the rich Crocus there,, 
 
 And living Fountains keep them frefh and fair. 
 
 There fov reign Balfom drops from all the Boughs, 
 
 And ch earful Spices every Bark allows : 
 
 A River 5 from a Source unfeeij, recruits 
 
 The beauteous Trees, which bring immortal Fruits. 
 
 O Souls in Blifs ! what glorious Hymns they fiag 3 
 
 In verdant Meadows, \vhere 'tis ahvays Spring ': 
 
 Harmonious Souls, that in one Confort meet, 
 
 Whilfl Lilies bow to kifs their facred Feet. 
 
 So, ev'ry Night, our Hands with Joy we rear, 
 
 (True joy's a ferious Thing, and a fevere) 
 
 All Fellows of the Guard, we witch and pray, 
 
 And holy Vows in holy Places pay, 
 
 Our moving Lights, fix'd to the gditt'rine Roof, 
 
 Some near the Pavement hang, and fomc aloof, 
 
 And thro 1 Glafs-Lamps, which fomc wife Virgin fcrims, 
 
 The well-fed Fiame darts Luftrc as it fv/ims. 
 
 Stars feem to blaze along, and this their Sphere, 
 
 With fweeping Trains, the Lefs and Greater Bear : 
 
 The ruddy Phosphor, and bright Chakjles's Waiji, 
 
 Thatoer the Thracian Bosphcr. drives amain. 
 
 D When 
 
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 When the frefli 'Dew defcends, and brings the Night, 
 What fitter Offrino; can we brine: than Light ? 
 Light, the beft Gift which bounteous Heavn beftows^ 
 Light all God's other Gifts and Bounties mows. 
 Light to our Eyes and Minds thy Grace imparts, 
 Seen in thy Works, felt working in out Hearts. 
 This- Light to thee, with humble, pure Intent, 
 Dipt, as in holy Oil, T now prefent. 
 Thy Son, mofi mighty Father, intercedes, 
 Thy Equal Son for kind Acceptance pleads, 
 Our glorious Lord, thy proper Image, He ! 
 The Spirit of Love is breathed from Him and Thee. 
 In him thy Brightnefs and thy Wifdom fhine, 
 TbyPcwY, thy Goodnefs, and thy Love divine ; 
 Great One and Threh ! Eternal Ages, they 
 So live and reign, as one perpetual Day. 
 
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 A 
 
C 19 ) 
 
 JHymn before SLEEP. 
 
 From Prudentius, by the Same, 
 
 \Q£*£5&5>J O m e, mighty Father, mighty Lord, 
 /fe-^AS Whom none can fee. but all defire ; 
 j^^Sf^- Come, Jj'sus, Lord, the Father's Word; 
 "*' Come, Holy Ghoft, our Souls infpire! 
 
 II. 
 
 Come, AU-fufficient Three in Onf, 
 Come, One in Three, in Glory move ; 
 
 Come, Son of God, eternal Son 3 . 
 
 Come, God, the Spirit of mutual Love. 
 
 III. 
 
 Now our Day Labour's at an End, 
 
 Now 'tis our Time to take fome E ife ; 
 Now Sleep, our Nature's gentle Friend, 
 
 Waits on our weary Limbs to feize. 
 
 D 
 
 OiA 
 
2C N 
 
 :V. 
 
 Our Minds, in Tempers all the Day, 
 
 Wrack'd with dire Cares, and overprefs'd, 
 
 Now drench'd in deep Oblivion, may 
 All the long Night lie charm'd to Reft. 
 
 Widely difTusM, the Opiate-Balm 
 So kindly fpreads thro' all the Veins, 
 
 The ftormy Soul grows fmooth and calm, 
 And no harfh Senfe of Grief remains. 
 
 VI. 
 
 This is the God of Nature's Will, 
 To give his Creatures fweet Repofe 3 
 
 This healing Med cine to diftil, 
 For all our Pains, for all our Woes. 
 
 VII. 
 
 But whilft the plcafing Languor creeps 
 O er ail the little World of Man, 
 [ itfoes him in frcih cooling Sleeps, 
 And makes his Life but half a Span. 
 
 VIIL 
 
 For. quick as Lightning, free as Air, 
 
 Around the Globe, in Thought, he flies; 
 
 To Thought all hidden Things appear, 
 Thought all zheir various Forrris defcries. 
 
 Firft 
 
(fcl) 
 
 IX. 
 
 Firftj loofe from Cares 5 and unconfin'd, 
 
 Thought from the Throne of God was brought, 
 
 And thence ftill ftreams the sethereal Mind, 
 Where Thought fo nimbly flows on Thought. 
 
 X. 
 
 A Thoufand Phantoms^ here and there. 
 
 Bright Thought a Thoufand Landfcapes feigns; 
 
 Thought runs thro' all with fwift Career, 
 O er all its airy Conquers reigns. 
 
 XI. 
 
 The working Brain frames divers Dreams, 
 
 Amidft the Terrors of the Night * 
 And fometimes Heav n darts, with its Beams, 
 
 The Sacred^ the Prophetick Light. 
 
 XIL 
 
 Sometimes the Fiend 5 from Shades below, 
 Effaces Truth, falfe Lights intrudes ; 
 
 With Scenes of Horrour, and of Woe, 
 With Riddles dark 3 the Soul deludes. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 But he> whofe Heart is ever clean, 
 
 Whofe Hands with Sin are never foul, 
 Shall oft receive^ with Light ferene, 
 
 Deep Myfteries into his Soul. 
 
 Whilfi 
 
C 12 ) 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Whilft he, whofe Bieaft is Vice's Cell, 
 
 \yhere nightly Haggs their Revels keep^ 
 In ev'ryConfult meets a Hell, 
 
 And all its Furies, in his Sleep, 
 
 XV. 
 
 The f Patriarch thus was found to Ihov; 
 
 FJirnfelf in Jail the Jailor's Friend, 
 And made two Courtly Pris ners know 
 
 What their myfterious Dreams portend. 
 
 XVL 
 
 One, to his former Truft reftor'd, 
 Docs for his Mafter Wine prepare ; 
 
 But th 5 other, fentene'd by his Lord > 
 Feeds Vultures, and infects the Air. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 When Vifions fo perplex'd the King > 
 This youthful Sage foretold the Dearth, 
 
 And bade them into Gran Vies bring 
 The plenteous Product of the Earth. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 Then as Chief Minifler of State, 
 
 Rais'd to command the fpacious Realm, 
 
 Great as a Demi-God he fate, 
 Dividing Empire at the Helm, 
 
 t 3W- 
 
C*0 
 
 xix. 
 
 O ! tvhat myfterious, wondrous Things, 
 The Kays Divine in Sleep reveal ?♦ 
 
 What bright Ideas Jesus brings 
 
 To glorious Saints ? but they conccaL 
 
 XX. 
 
 Saint John, our Saviour's happy Friend, 
 (Whom his dear Lord, a Friend as true^ 
 
 Bade, in the Spirit, to Heavn afcend) 
 Out-reach'd the tow'ring Eagle's View. 
 
 XXL 
 
 He faw God's Lamb, new flain and crown 'd 3 
 Clad in the Crimfon Robes of State : 
 
 He, only He, was worthy found 
 Firft to unfeal the Book of Fate. 
 
 XXIL 
 
 cc Lo! in his thundering Arm he fways 
 <c Such a bright-flaming Steel, as like 
 
 * c The Lightning, flafhing feveral Ways, 
 cc Threatens a double Stroke to ftrike. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 * c He, the Great Searcher, has in Sight 
 <c Each Soul's, each Body's leaft Offence. ; 
 
 <c He bids the two-edg'd Sword of Light 
 * The firfi and fecond Death ^tfpenfe. 
 
 Yet 
 
In) 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 <c Yet with his Juftice Mercy vies, 
 
 ** And his fierce Anger fo repells, 
 <c That they alone, who Heaven defpife, 
 
 * c Shall be condemn'd to endlefs Hells. 
 
 XXV. 
 
 cc God, careful of his Son's juft Fame, 
 <c A grand Tribunal him allows, 
 
 CC GlVBS HIM ABOVE ALL NaMES A NAME ; 
 
 <c For at his Name no Knee but bows. 
 XXVI. 
 
 <c Curs M Antichrist, that cruel King, 
 <c God, by his Strength of Hand, fubdues ; 
 
 cc His Servants back the Trophies bring 
 cc From the vile Monfter God perfues. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 The mighty Beaft, that for its Food 
 
 Would the wide Univerfe devour, 
 That deep unfathomM Gulph of Blood, 
 
 Saint John foretells its fatal Hour. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 Now, let the bold Ufurper fwell, 
 
 Whilft he himfelf the Saviour calls, 
 Lo ! down he finks as low as Hell, 
 
 Thefalfe before thq true one falls. 
 
 Such 
 
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 Such bleffeJ Vilions him ifrfpire, 
 Till th' Apoftolick Hero wakes, 
 
 Then his high Genius mounting high r, 
 Thro' the whole Heavn a Progrefs takes, 
 
 XXX. 
 
 Poor We pretend to no fuch Flight, 
 Whom Nature's Errors lead aftray • 
 
 Whofe Souls fuch various Lufts benight. 
 Poor We mull take a lower Way. 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 Well-pleas'd, if our low Nature fpent, 
 With kindly Slumbers we renew $ 
 
 Well-pleas'd then, if the Night prefent 
 No ghaftly Speftres to our View*, 
 
 XXXIL 
 
 Mortal, who do'ft thy God revere, 
 
 O think upon the Laver now, 
 Once cleans d, and once anointed there, 
 
 O think on thy Baptifmal Vow 1 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 Then, when foft Slumber bows thy Head,' 
 Think but who bow'd his Head for thee, 
 
 And fpread thy Arms as his were fpread 3 
 And fix on him, fix'd on the Tree- 
 
 From 
 
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 XXXIV. 
 
 From all foul Deeds, and all foul Fiends, 
 But Thinking of the Crofs will keep ; 
 
 The Crofs, imprefs'd on holy Minds, 
 
 Will keep them fteddy whilft they ileep. 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 When wand'ring Fancy takes her Flight, 
 Far be all monftrous Dreams we pray ; 
 
 With thy Devices, dark as Night, 
 O Charmer vile,- be far away. 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
 How will the twining Serpent wind 
 A thoufand Ways, by his black Arts, 
 
 A thoufand Stratagems will find, 
 
 How he may florm our peaceful Hearts? 
 
 XXXVII. 
 
 But Christ is here; Satan be gone; 
 
 The Lord is here; Fiend, take thy Flight j 
 That heav nly Sign to thee's well known ,♦ 
 
 Tis Hell to fee his glorious Light. 
 
 XXXVIII. 
 
 Tir'd with the Burden of the Day, 
 Tho' Sleep our Bodies now controlls, 
 
 We wake in Mind, to Christ we pray, 
 Christ, the great Center of our Souls. 
 
 Upon 
 
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 Upon Reading our Bleffed Sa- 
 viour's Miracles. 
 
 Tranflated from Prudentiu^s Hymn for 
 any Hour. By the fame Hand. 
 
 I 
 
 O Y> reach my Lute, and I'll begin my Song >, 
 
 May all the Strings be good and firing • 
 
 May ev'ry Stroke be juft and true : 
 
 For Christ's ilhiftrious A£ts are in my 
 
 (View, 
 Him fhall my Lute refoundj him fhall my Song purfue. 
 
 II. 
 
 Christ's Advent was King David's glorious Theme, 
 
 The Seer who wore the Diadem^ 
 
 The Prince of Sacred Poets joind 
 Voices, and Strings, and Inftruments of Wind, 
 While Extalies Divine fill'd his capacious Mind. 
 
 III. 
 
 Of Wonders wrought, and firmly proved, Ifing, 
 
 And all the World for Witnefs bring i 
 E 2 
 
 For 
 
( 2 8) 
 
 For fure no Man of Senfe denies 
 What Heaven and Earth beheld with joyful Eyes, 
 HowGod came down to Men,that Men to God might rife. 
 
 IV. 
 
 From his dear Father's Sacred Bofom He, 
 
 Before the World began to be, 
 
 By Divine Emanation came ; 
 
 Alpha and Omega, Firft and Laft, his Name ; 
 
 All Things which are, which were, which fhall be, are 
 
 (his Frame. 
 V. 
 
 Hefpake, and it w f as done; His high Command 
 Produced the Spheres, the Sea, the Land, 
 That triple Machine, which we call 
 
 The mighty Univerfe, containing all 
 
 Beneath the Sun s bright Orb, and the Moon s changing 
 
 (Ball. 
 VI, 
 
 Behold fa ftrange new Thing under the Sun, 
 A Man s frail Body God puts on, 
 Fitted to fuffer, and to dye, 
 I For the firft Guilty Man's Pofterity, 
 Or elfe, to dye the Death, was feafd their Dcfliny. 
 
 VII. 
 
 O Bleffed Son, who from the Happy Dame, 
 That Ever-Virgin Mother came ! 
 She brought forth Life to raife the Dead, 
 On her the Holy Ghoft was over-fpread, 
 The World's Deliv Ver fhev/d his facrcd Infant-Head. 
 
 There- 
 
VIII. 
 
 Therefore let Angels and Archangels fmg, 
 Let Heav'n with joyful Ecchoes ring * 
 Jesus, thePow'rs of Heav'n infpire, 
 And ev'ry human Tongue with ftrong Defire 
 Of joining with one Voice, in one Seraphick Quire, 
 
 IX. 
 
 Behold the King, whom tuneful Men foretold 
 (For Poets Prophets were of Old) 
 When mould his Advent be, and how, 
 Their true Oraculous Verfe foretold ; and now 
 The Glorious King arrives, to whom all Knees fliouM 
 
 X. 
 
 He at a Marriage-Feaft vouchfafes to dine, 
 
 He turns their Water into Wine ; 
 
 111 News was told, the Wine was fpent , 
 To th'amaz'd Matter of the Feaft he fent, 
 And feeble Water changed to nobler Element. 
 
 XL 
 
 Poor Men, with Bodies full of Sores and Blains, 
 Their very Souls opprefsM with Pains, 
 Let them be whole, faid He, Poor Men ; 
 
 Their Flelh grows young, and firm, and fmoothagaii; 
 
 He fpoke the fow'rful Word, and, lo! they i foun.t 
 
 (and clean. 
 
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 XII. 
 
 The woful Eyes condemn'd to kfting Night, 
 He N who is Man's immortal Li^ht^ 
 He. who no Darknefs can endure^ 
 
 With Spittle of his own, like Neflar pure, 
 
 Half opens thofe blind Eyes, and then compleats the 
 
 (Cure. 
 XIII. 
 
 The raging Winds break Ioofe , the roaring Waves 
 For Ships and Sailors gape like Graves : 
 Save our torn Bark, fave, Lord, they cry'd : 
 
 Peace, furious Winds, faid he; the Winds comply 'd, 
 
 Trembling ftand all the Waves, then like calm Rivers 
 
 (glide. 
 XIV. 
 
 One Touch but of his Garment's Hem transfused 
 A fov'reign Balm, and Health produced ; 
 On the pale Cheeks frefh Rofes blow, 
 
 Dry'd is the Fountain of the Patient's Woe, 
 
 The conftant Purple Streams no more their Banks- o'er- 
 
 (flow. 
 
 XV. 
 
 He faw the lovely Youth, Death's early Prey, 
 Alas ! too early fnatch'd away \ 
 He heard his Mother's Funeral-Cries j 
 
 Rife, Youth, he faid ; the Youth begins to rife, 
 J-owIy the Matron bow'd, and bore away the Prize. 
 
 Dead 
 
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 XVI. 
 
 jDead Lazarus was laid in his dark Cave, 
 Four Suns had fet upon his Grave • 
 A brighter Sun, which ne'er will fet, 
 Brought Healing in his Wings, and Life with Heat ; 
 The putrid breathlefs Lungs their vig'rous Talk repeat* 
 
 XVII. 
 
 The watry Pavement felt his Sacred Feet, 
 He treads the Billows, they fubmit, 
 And, as he walks, low Reverence pay • 
 The rolling Mountains fmooth his fteepy Way, 
 Firm as a Marble Floor to him whom Seas obey. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 Fierce in the Tombs the ftrong Daemoniack reigns'^ 
 He bites his Fetters, breaks his Chains, 
 Tho' mad to an extreme Degree, 
 
 When he fees Christ approach, he cries, Tis He, 
 And leaps with fober Joy, and bends his humble Knee, 
 
 XIX. 
 
 A Legion of foul Fiends, an odious Peff, 
 In various Shapes he difpoflefs'd ; 
 Strait they the filthy Swine invade, 
 Who run into the Floods ; the Devil's glad 
 In any Place but Hell to drive but any Trade. 
 
 Five 
 
c* ) 
 
 XX. 
 
 Five Loaves, two Fifties, let the Saviour blefs, 
 His Word fo multiplies the Mefs, 
 The wond rous Reliques of their Store > 
 
 The very Fragments, fill twelve Bafkets more, 
 
 And yet Five Thoufand Guefts were ftrangely filTd be- 
 
 (fore, 
 XXL 
 
 Thou, Chris t, our living Bread, our lifting Feaft, 
 Who feeds on Thee, feeds on the beft ; 
 The moft delicious Royal Fare, 
 
 Swells hot the Paunch, but will the Soul repair, 
 That Hunger cannot find, nor force an Entrance there. 
 
 XXII. 
 
 Ears that were deaf, thro 5 which the loudeft Sound, 
 Thunder itfelf, no PafTage found, 
 Hear the ftill Voice of Christ's Command ; 
 
 He bids the grofs obftrufting Ills dilband, 
 The fofteft Accents ftrait they hear and underftand. 
 
 XXIIL 
 
 To Christ whole Troops of fierce Difeafes yield, 
 And every Sicknefs quits the Field - 
 The dumb Lethargick finds his Tongue, 
 
 The old Paralitick rifes brifkand young. 
 Takes up his Bed, and walks thro* all the gazing Throng, 
 
 Christ; j 
 
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 XXIV. 
 
 Christ from his Heav n defcends to Hell below, 
 T' attend his Triumphs Angels go, 
 To the dark Seats of fep'rate Souls ; 
 
 He fcales their Walls, their Garrifons controlls, 
 
 Their firon^ Portcullis breaks, their Gate wide open 
 
 (rolls. 
 XXV. 
 
 Open to all that knock'd it flew before, 
 But who went in, returned no more, 
 Till the fevere D xree of Fate, 
 
 And Death it felf on this Great Conqueror wait ; 
 The God removes the Bar, the Men repafs the Gate. 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 For when the God, from whom all Glory ftrcams, 
 Gilds thofe dark Regions with his Beams, 
 Then their dim fmoaky Torches fail ; 
 
 Thus did the Day-fpring from on high prevail * 
 In that low, difmal World, the fetting Stars grew pale. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 Then was the ftrange Eclipfe, the Sun was fled, 
 Then in foul Shame he hid his Head, 
 His fiery Axis left in Spite, 
 
 In Mourning Weeds fo deeply veifd his Light, 
 The World flood all in Dread of everlafiing Night. 
 
 JVly 
 
X 34) 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 My Soul, now raife, now reinforce thy Song : 
 Ah ! would thcu hadft an Angel's Tongue ! 
 Tell of the Trophies all Divine, 
 
 The Triumphs of the Crofs, that Heav'nly Sign, 
 
 That facred Badge, which makes the Chriftian's Fore- 
 head fhine. 
 XXIX. 
 
 New Miracle in Death ! A double Tide, 
 
 Water and Blood ftrearu d from his Side ; 
 The Water for a Laver flood, 
 
 For Euchariftick Wine the Crimfon Flood, 
 
 T' adorn the Martyr's Crown, when he s baptized in 
 
 (Blood. 
 XXX. 
 
 The curfed Serpent faw, with envious Eyes, 
 
 The blefTed Man a Sacrifice • 
 
 He faw, and vented at the Sight 
 
 Choleraduft, and Venom black as Night, 
 
 To fee his Empire broke, which broke his Heart with 
 
 (Spite. 
 XXXI. 
 
 What haft thou gain d, Deceiver, bythyPlot^ 
 What by thy changing Shapes haft got ? 
 Tho' Eve became thy eafy Prey, 
 
 Tho' Adam felt a mortal Wound that Day, 
 Yet God, in mortal Shape, takes mortal Sin away. 
 
 Our 
 
( 35 ) 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 Our valiant Chief refign'd his facred Breathj 
 
 He lent himfclf a while to Death ; 
 
 A Royal Loan ! but foon repaid : 
 
 Old Piis ners of the Grave he Freemen made, 
 
 And, loosed from Bonds of Sin, rofe many a bleffed 
 
 (Shade, 
 XXXIII. 
 
 Fathers, who rife, and Saints, who liveagain^ 
 
 Make up their new Creator^ Train ; 
 
 Early, the third, bright happy Day, 
 
 He the triumphant Viilor calls, and they 
 Leap from their Shrowds well-fleih'd, and his loud 
 
 (Call obey, 
 XXXIV. 
 
 Here 'twas to fee how Duft and Allies clofe, 
 
 ^Vhen ftrong and well-knit Members rofe, 
 How the cold Particles would fain 
 Get vital gen'rous Warmth, thro 5 ev'ry Vein, 
 How Nerves, Bones, Marrow greet, and all fkinifd o ex 
 
 (again. 
 XXXV. & 
 
 Thus Death, the King of Terrors, he fubdu'd, 
 And fall'n Mans ihort Life renew'd ; 
 Then did the Godlike Hero fly 
 
 Up to his Father s Judgment-Seat on high, 
 And his own glorious Peath proclaim'd thro* all the Sky. 
 
 F 2 Hail ! 
 
xxxvi. 
 
 Hail ! Mighty Judge of Sleepers ifi the Grave. 
 
 Hail ! King of Saints, mighty to fave. 
 
 In Heavn poffefs the higheft Room ; 
 Thou from thy Fathers own Right-Hand ftialt come, 
 A jufl avenging God, to fpeak the fata] Doom. 
 
 XXXVII. 
 
 Thee Sages old, and vig'rous Youths, fhall praife, 
 Babes ihall their tender Voices raife, 
 Chafte Matrons, and the Virgin Quire, 
 Such as "who burn with pure and hallow'd Fire, 
 Earth fhall repeat their Notes, Heav'n fhall their Songs 
 
 (infpire. 
 XXXVIII. 
 
 Thee filent Streams fhall praife, and Seas that roar, 
 Thee every Rock and every Shore : 
 Rain, Snow, and Froft, and burning Rays, 
 
 Fair Woods, frefh Air, cool Nights, and fultry Days, 
 
 Loudly, from Aee to Age, fhall found thine endlefs 
 
 (Praife. 
 
 
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 THE 
 
 Fourteenth ODE 
 
 O F T H E 
 
 Second Book of HORACE, 
 
 Friend, how fleeting are the Years of Man 
 How are they fhrunk, how dwindled to a 
 
 (Span ! 
 Vertue it felf adds not one Minute's Space 
 Nor keeps an aged Furrow from the Face. 
 Death is a Tyrant neither loves nor fears, 
 Not fcar'd with Threatnings, nor ev'n mov'd by Tears. 
 If the grim Shade once beckens you away, 
 Tho J Hecatombs yoy-ev'ry Morning pay, 
 Ten Hecatombs will fail to bribe a Moment s Stay. 
 For Death with equal Boldnefs flrikes the Door 
 Of rich Mens Courts, and Cottages of Poor* 
 That Foe to all our Race, comes on fo faff, 
 Not one that lives but mud fubmit at laft, 
 
 And 
 
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 And hurry 'd blindly be to that one Place, 
 
 Where Kings and Slaves, and Wife and Fools embrace 
 
 The mighty Cj£s ar s now compelld to lie 
 
 In the dark Dungeon of Mortality : 
 
 His Thoughts no more with Thirft of Empire burn, 
 
 Bounded within the Compafs of an Urn. 
 
 In vain we fliun the Cruelties of Arm?, 
 In vain the roaring Ocean's rude Alarms : 
 In vain we Plagues and Southern Vapours fly, 
 Ills, that fwarm thick in Autumn's fickly Sky: 
 For all mu ft o'er the gloomy Waters ride, 
 Where black Coc ytu s rolls his lazy Tide. 
 With the leaft Shock til immortal Subftance flies, 
 Nature's undrefs'd, and the Clay Creature dies. 
 Happy the Man, who treads fo juft a Way, 
 That gladly he Death's Summons can obey. 
 But curs'd are they, who in their Stains retire, 
 Condemn'd to fcorch in Streams of liquid Fire, 
 Where Murderers, and all the wicked Race, 
 Bear everlafiing Marks of their Difgrace. 
 
 Nor fhall your Houfe, Eftate, and charming Wife, 
 Be any longer yours, than for your 'Life : 
 The prattling Children, you fo dearly prize, 
 Will yield no Joy to your benighted Eyes. 
 A Velvet Coffin, and a finer Shrowd, 
 Can only ferve to mark you from the Crowd. 
 Of all the Trees you nurfe with Coft and Care, 
 None will defcend to the poor Mafter's Share, 
 
 But 
 
C 39) 
 
 But a few Cyprefs Boughs to drefs your Herfe : 
 Your very Name ihalldye, except it lives in Verfe. 
 
 Then will your Heir releafe th* imprifon'd Wine, 
 
 A Treafure you with hundred Locks confine, 
 
 That the proud Floor ihall with his drunken Triumphs^ 
 
 (fhine :. 
 Such fplendid Meals he'll double on his Guefts, 
 
 As pamper'd Pontiffs when they tieat their Priefts. 
 
 To 
 
(40) 
 
 To Mr. YOUNG. 
 
 Written on a Leaf of his P O E M 
 On the Lafi Day. 
 
 By T. Wa PvTon, M. A. 0/Magd. Col. Oxon. 
 
 Ere let the Atheift tremble • thou alone 
 
 CaiVft bid his confcious Heart the Godhead 
 
 (own. 
 Whom wilt thou not reform ? O ! thou haft 
 
 (feeil 
 
 How God defcends to judge the Souls of Men. 
 
 Thou heardft the Sentence ! how the Guilty mourn, 
 
 Driv n from their God, and never to return. 
 
 Yet more : ( For oh ! not impious Man alone, 
 
 But Earth next brings Almighty Vengeance down.) 
 
 Sudden, alas ! ttn thoufand Thunders fall, 
 
 And lo ! Caeleftial Fire confumes the Ball. 
 
 But as All links when ev'ry Bolt is hurl'd, 
 
 Thouview'ft theboundlefs Ruins of the World. 
 
 So fell the Sulphur on the deftin'd Plain, 
 
 When guilty Sodom felt the burning Rain : 
 
 So the Great Patriarch, when the Storm was pafs'd, 
 
 With pious Horrour view'd the mighty Waftc : 
 
 The 
 
C4* ) 
 
 The Smoke ftill rolfd its reftlefs Clouds around^ 
 
 For ever rifing from the glowing Ground. 
 
 But tell me (O ! what heav'nly Pleafure !) tell, 
 
 To think fo greatly^ and defcribe fo well? 
 
 How waft thou pleas'd the wondrous Theme to try^ 
 
 And find a humane Mind could foar io high ! 
 
 Beyond this World the Labour to perfue, 
 
 And open all Eternity to View] 
 
 Yet art thou beft delighted to rehearfe 
 Heav'n's holy Dictates in exalted Verfe : 
 O thou haft Power the hardened Heart to warm. 
 To grieve, to raife, to terrify, td charm : 
 To make Mankind on God alone be fix'd 3 
 And in this Life anticipate the i^xt I 
 
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 UPON THE 
 
 D E A T H. 
 
 O F 
 
 ifhop PATRICK. 
 
 |Eak Limbs 3 falln Checks., grey Hairs, too 
 
 (true Prefage 
 Of Nature's yielding to decrepit Age ! 
 
 The Oil of Life confum'd, the facred Lamps 
 
 (expire : 
 
 The Fuel busnr, extinguihYd is the Fire : 
 
 The Roots decay'd, no more the Trees can grow ; 
 The Springs dry'd up, the Fountains ccafe to flow. 
 
 With lifted Hands, fee, the good Pajtor lies! 
 Like wafted Tapers wink his dying' Eyes, 
 With all its Force Death ruffes on the Prey^ 
 And bears in Pomp the facred Spoils away. 
 Physick would gladly all its Aid impart- 
 But Nature fcorns to be repair'd by Art. 
 1 he Period of his Toils is now decreed, 
 And the Soul longs from Bondage to be freed. 
 
 With 
 
( 43 ) 
 
 With eager Joy he wings his airy Flighty 
 PaiTes the Stars, and Urines an Orb of Light. 
 Yet ftill his Gain we as our Lofs deplore, 
 Now but the Half of what we were before: 
 He was the better Half, that niov'd the Whole j 
 We re but the Carcafs, left by him the Soul. 
 But why of Death ihould we begin Complaint ? 
 ItfpoiFd the Man, but could not hurt the Saint. 
 When a good Shepherd's to his Lord retired, 
 Belov'd by Angels, as by Men admir'd, 
 His Happine r s we envy, whilft we grieve , 
 None ihould tne Laborer of his Hire bereave. 
 Long a triumphant Patience had he fhown, 
 And how's rewarded with a radiant Crown, 
 Worn out with Study, and with Years, he goes 
 To gain immortal Vigour and Repofe. 
 His Mind now thinks, intuitive of Truth ; 
 His Face now blooms with evcrlafting Youth. 
 But yet, O happy Soul ! if thou canft know 
 The Sorrows of thy mournful Flock below, 
 Vouchfafe, from thy blefs'd Ma.niion of the Skies, 
 To fhed one Ray from thy propitious Eyes, 
 That quickly will difpel our Clouds of Grief; 
 (Our Cares had ftill thy Pity and Relief! ) 
 Then, by thy Influence chear'd, thy Sons fhall find 
 The Prophet gone, his Mantle left behind. 
 
 llpon 
 
(44) 
 
 Upon the Morning we are to 
 receive the Holy Communion. 
 
 An HYMN, tranflated from Aqitikas, 
 by Eifhop Patrick. 
 
 ! Uch Joys as Angels felt when Christ drew 
 
 When Christ afcended up on High, 
 
 Such Joys this holy Sacrament attend ; 
 
 May Christ into our proftrate Hearts defcend. 
 
 Souls in the Duft 3 advance ! Put on new Rays > 
 
 Sing this new Song in our great Matter's Praife. 
 
 Tis a plain Song 5 youll ling it at firft View ; 
 
 New Hearts^ new Hymns^ new Lives fhould prove it 
 
 ' . (true; 
 
 Old Things are pa r s'd away 3 and all Things become 
 
 (new. 
 
 Owond'rous Night! Strange Supper of the Lord! 
 I come, faid he, my Gor, to do thy Will: 
 I muft all Rites 3 all Promifes fulfill* 
 
 Fqi 
 
(4>) 
 
 For his feleited Twelve the facreJ Board 
 
 With his own Type, the Paschal Lamb, was fpread 
 
 All he their dark Forefathers would afford, 
 
 With a plain Sallad, and no pleafant Bread. 
 
 When on the duiky Type the Twelve had fed, 
 
 With his own Hands he deals his Body for a Dole, 
 
 So deals it to them all, that each receives the Whole,. 
 
 IIL 
 
 Their Flelh was weak, therefore he nobly gave 
 His Flelh to ftrengthen what in them was frail : 
 Sorrow had filled their Hearts, Sorrow would have 
 Refreshing Wine ; under Wine's myftick Veil 
 He into them his own Hearth Blood conveyed, 
 Gave it for him, who that rich Blood betray'd, 
 Toev'ry one he faid, This Blood is Mine; 
 But take, and drink, and make it thine, 
 And fo be like the mighty Man refrehVd with Wine. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Be this the Sacrifice of Praife, faid He, 
 And Do this in Memorial {till o; me, 
 None but the fep'rate Holy Prieft come near, 
 
 To b'lefs and part it to the Laity ; 
 His Mother (worthy Deaconefs) came notthere^ 
 Although her Womb his Temple -vyere. 
 We have an Altar; he that ihall afpire 
 To offer there with ftrange unhallowed Fire, 
 May feel a ftranger Fire from Heaven, or dwell 
 \Vith endlefs Burnings in the deepeft Hell, 
 
 To 
 
uo 
 
 To Day is that fulfill'd and underftood, 
 
 How Man fhould eat the Angels Food ; 
 
 All its old airy Shadows chac'd away, 
 
 Subftantial Food comes down from Heav n to Day. 
 
 Miraculous Feaft ! where the poor humble Slave, 
 To whom the wealthy Glutton bars his Doors, 
 While every Dog belicks the Lazar's Sores, 
 
 Who Alms, which would not court a Dog, may crave, 
 Now, like a royal, welcome Gueft, 
 
 Feeds on his Lord himfelf, at his mirac'lous Feaft. 
 
 
 0« 
 
(47 ) 
 
 On very Tempefluom Weather. 
 
 From St. Ambrose, by the Same. 
 
 
 I. 
 
 H E Clouds have veiFd our heav nly Sphere j 
 The Day's fhut up ; the Sun is fled ! 
 
 All the long Night no Stars appear, 
 
 Nor dares the Moon once ihew her Head, 
 
 II. 
 
 What dreadful Lightning fires the Air ! 
 
 In Thunder Pole to Pole replies • 
 All Nature quakes, and cries^ Prepare, 
 
 For the World's Axis drops, the Skies. 
 
 III. 
 
 . 
 
 The Seas are fwell'd with Winds and Rain, 
 The Seas forget their ancient Bounds, 
 
 Oer inland Countries flows the Main, 
 And the Ships plough the fallow Grounds* 
 
 In 
 
(48) 
 
 \ 
 
 IV. 
 
 In Vain the Seaman feeks the Shore 3 
 
 Amak'dj now ev'ry Sea-mark fails ; 
 Where Vines and Fig-trees grew before, 
 
 And where the Mowers reapt, he fails. 
 
 v. 
 
 The Wretched Farmer drown'd in Tears, 
 
 Sees a Year's Labour of his Hands^ 
 Which floating lies in full-charg'd Ears, 
 
 With Children, Cattle, Houfes, Lands, 
 
 VI. 
 
 Roofs from their Buildings torn away, 
 
 Turn'd upfide down, one Ruin make ; 
 With the poor Birds proud Fifhes play, 
 
 In Cottages which rock and lhake* 
 
 vn. 
 
 The lofty Trees are overthrown^ 
 
 Trees, Nefts, and Young-ones, fwitn along j 
 Still the old Raven makes her Moan, 
 
 And ftill fhe calls upon her Young. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Men at their Windows ftand and gaze, 
 
 Gaze on the Flood with woful Eyes^ 
 While the devout Sex always prays, 
 
 And them the Flood with Boats fupplie*. 
 
 Christ, 
 
(49) 
 
 IX. 
 
 cc Christ, fpare us, iince thy Blood is fpilt: 
 <c The World once periirfd by a Flood, 
 
 cc To cleanfe the finful Earth from Guilt ; 
 cc But now 'tis cleansed by thine own Blood, 
 
 X. 
 
 cc O ! fend thy Dove, in Sign of Peace, 
 <c When he the Branch of Olive brings, 
 
 cc Then from their Rage the Waters ceafe, 
 " O ! fend thy Dove with Silver Wings, 
 
 H 
 
 An 
 
( 50} 
 
 -//# Hym N^r ^ Fafting-Day, 
 at the Ninth Hour. 
 
 From Prudentius, by the Same. 
 I. 
 
 ^^^^5 Mighty Jesu ! who with gentle Hand 
 
 Doft ftrongly guide, kindly command^ 
 With Silken Curb, and no ftiff Rein, 
 And with no rugged Law thy Servants doft reftrain ; 
 Tho' thou didft bear, as an incarnate God, 
 Thy facred Body's precious Load, 
 Inimitable Toils didft bear. 
 Yet laidft thou on our Necks a Yoke far lefs fevere. 
 
 IL 
 
 Now's the Ninth Hour, an Hour of Pray'r ; the Sun 
 
 Thus far his whirling Courfe has run, 
 
 Almoft three Parts of his old Race ; (Place. 
 
 One fourth of Light remains, then Darknefs takes his 
 
 We in Devotion milling our Repaft, 
 
 Already break fo fhort a Fait ; 
 
 Already fuchfull Boards enjoy, 
 
 Enough to ferve, to plcafe, if not enough to cloy. 
 
 Our 
 
( 5i 
 
 III. 
 
 Our everiafting Father is fo free, 
 Such an indulgent Tutor he, 
 He with fliDrt Toil our Eafe commends ) 
 Small Abfiinence accepts, then great Refrcfhment fends. 
 Nor does he love whom fordid Cloaths difgrace, 
 Nor the disfigur'd Lenten Face, 
 To boafl: the Fafl: which we ffyould hide. 
 With Looks and Hair adorn'd with no indecent Pride. 
 
 IV. 
 
 He bids thee, who doft Fafl, have nothing foul, 
 No more thy Body than thy Soul • 
 Put not thy native Red away, (Clay. 
 
 Affect not, whilft thou liv'ft, dead-colour'd Cheeks of 
 Ou* Free-will Offerings, meant to GoD|a!one, 
 Are nobler when conceafd than fhown .* 
 Our Clofet-Incenfe he regards, 
 He who in fecret fees, but openly rewards, 
 
 V. 
 
 He, the good Shepherd, feeks one drooping Sheep 5 
 Not able with the Flock to keep, 
 Where all are fafe and found but'this, (Fleece, 
 
 While ev'ry creeping Bufh tears the poor WandVer's 
 He on his Shoulders does it fafely lay, 
 And drives the envious Wolves away 3 
 Till it gets Health he gets no Sleepy 
 And to the Sunny Fold brings it, no drooping Sheep. 
 
 H 2 He 
 
( 52 ) 
 
 VI. 
 
 He leads it to the Plains, and flow ry Meads, 
 Where Spring her verdant Carpet fpreads, 
 Where not a choaking Burr can ihoot, 
 Nor prickly Thiftle grow, nor barbed Thorn take Root. 
 But a delicious Grove of lofty Palms, 
 And wholfom Plants drop natural Balms 
 Down their curfd Heads, and Laurel-Shales, 
 A living Criftal Stream, Laurel which never fades. 
 
 vn. 
 
 O faithful Shepherd! for thy bounteous Cares 
 How many Lives, how many Pray'rs, 
 Shall we repay ? Yet all too few. (too. 
 
 For him who fav'd our Lives, and flill preferves them 
 Tho' the frefh Failures gladly we forfake, 
 And willing Penance undertake, 
 And mortify, 'till truly dead. 
 And praying Night and Day, forget our daily Bread. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 All thefe officious Pains to him run low, 
 Nor rife to his, which overflow* 
 Both his full Hands large Bleffings hold, 
 When our frail Veiled breaks, if once we make too bold. 
 Leaft our frail Veffel, formed of fandy Clay, 
 Its Atoms lcos Yung, ihould decay, 
 For Fear the Blood chill in our Veins, (reigns. 
 Till weak ning the whole Frame, the watry Humour 
 
 The 
 
( 53 ) 
 
 IX. 
 
 The broad Highway of Abftinence is fo, 
 As God makes Room enough to go, 
 Where he drives norie 3 but leads at Eafe. 
 Travel we may, as far, as faft too, aswepieafe; 
 A6t as we pleafe, We fhall be free from Blame, 
 Commencing all in his ^reat Name • 
 Whether our Food we ftill delay, 
 Or whether here we clofe our fblemn Fart to Day. 
 
 X. 
 
 He, who with Eyes of Mercy fees the Heart, 
 Takes the good Meaning in good Part : 
 Blefs we our fober Meal with Pray r, 
 Twill foon our Soul's as well as Body's Health repair. 
 If Soul and Body Jive, I juftly fay, 
 
 Our Meals did us much Good to Day ; 
 Gifts which a double Life reftore, 
 For which, great Giver, ft ill we humbly Thee adore. 
 
 Off 
 
( 54 ) 
 
 Vjjjpx&sk 
 
 ie {sf9s3S*9 
 
 On the Refurrcclion of the 
 fame Body. 
 
 Tranflated from Pr&DENTIUs*s Conclu- 
 fion of his Apotheofls. By the Same. 
 
 |OW Christ is rifen, what are you who 
 
 (dare 
 - Deride my Hopes, or tempt me to defpair? 
 
 ^§^S^^ Sure I ihall one Day come the Way he came, 
 
 Trampling on Death, no more a dreadful Name. 
 
 Me the fame Man I was ihall he reftore ; 
 
 I am not I, if other than before : 
 
 Such Features, but more Luflre in my Eyes, 
 
 Like Looks, like Mien, but nobler when I rife. 
 
 Earth ihall difgorge me whole, Heav n will not fpare 
 
 A Tooth, a Nail, a Fibre, or a Hair. 
 
 He who recalls me will no: bring me lame : 
 
 Whatllefurreclion, if there's dill a Maim? 
 
 Where Chance, Difeafe, or Grief, has ought decayed, ' 
 
 Where old, lethargick ? eating Age has prey V., 
 
 When all in ill be reviv d, that nil ihall be repaid. 
 
 For vanquiih d Death (hall then by Force be juft, 
 
 Apd give Ac F every Grain of" Duftj 
 
 Whc:c 
 
C 55) 
 
 Where Death his Agents, wafting Pains, employed, 
 Death lhall reftore what he or they deftroy'd. 
 Departed Mortals, fefcu'd from their Graves, 
 Ought to come back entire, and not by halves* 
 My finking Limbs, be fearlefs, fince 'tis true, 
 The Prince of Life return 'd to quicken you. 
 Who carry 'd our own FJcih, muft needs be kind, 
 And raife up our vile Bodies more refin'd. 
 Think then on Sicknefs with a gcn'rous Scorn, 
 Think Wounds and Scars may eafily be born : 
 Defy the yawning Grave, and march away, 
 Led by your mighty Chief on his high Easter-Day. 
 
 Upon 
 
( 56 ) 
 
 Upon the Resurrection 
 
 (?/ Lazarus. 
 
 St. John, Cap. II. 
 
 $££££SJf OW dares my flattering Muse, ray humble 
 
 y P^I^^Hri Upon thefe noble Wonders dwell fo long > > 
 3 
 
 ^M^^' Of him who rais'd thee to proclaim the 
 
 (Worth, 
 Once more from Darknefs, Lazarus, Come forth. 
 
 Whence rofe that Voice,* with fuch a pow'rful Sound 3 
 
 As reach'd thee, thro* Death's Chambers, under 
 
 (Ground? 
 Whofe Summons made thee ftart, and ftand upright, 
 
 When laid fo low, wrapt up in lading Night ? 
 
 Where lies the Gulph, which all Mankind devours ? 
 
 Are thofe dark Regions bordering upon ours ? 
 
 Thofe melancholy Hills which Poets feign? 
 
 Thofe dreadful Vales where they make Chaos reign ? 
 
 The River, from a Source unfeen, which laves 
 
 The thirfly Banks with ever-burning Waves ? 
 
 The 
 
57 
 
 ] he Saviour wept,, as he approach' d the Grave « 
 Huge ma fly Stones fecur'd the hollow Cave : 
 But when the Prince of Life to th' Entrance came 3 
 And cited his cold lifdefs Friend by Name : 
 Strait flew afide the ponderous rocky Bar, 
 Strait iflued out Death's Prisoner (lain in War. 
 
 You 3 his glad Sillers, ldofe, and let him gC ; 
 Sweety Aromatic Exhalations flow 
 
 From his pure Shrowd ; no Steams which foul the^ 
 His Eyes refparkle, and his Looks are fair, (Air ; > 
 And his pale Checks grow ruddy as they were. J 
 
 To his fafln Houfe who could the Gueft reftore > 
 But he who built the curious Frame before ? 
 Again the Lamp of Life, rekindling, glowd, 
 And the dull Clay with Purple Currents flow'd. 
 
 O Death! how quick of Hearing art thou grown, 
 Once deaf to all, and tradable to none? 
 How art thou tarrTd, wild Bcail, how fliould this be } 
 What mighty Ntmrod has thus hunted thee ? 
 Who fnatcffd me from thy Paws, thou muft confefs^ 
 Than Jesus, the great God, could be no lefs. 
 To thofe a Saviour who deny to have, 
 May'fl: thou be ftil] the Jaylor of the Grave : 
 Keep at thy Pleafure all the Damn'd in Pain • 
 But free the Juft > nor go beyond thy Chain. 
 
C 58 ) 
 
 A Translation out of St. Grc- 
 gory Natjanzen, bemoaning the Burn- 
 
 ing of his Church. 
 
 By Theophttus. 
 
 3^Y Sea, by Land, fttahge Evils have I borne, 
 
 By Foes, calfd Friends, by Wolves, calVd 
 
 (Shepherds, torn. 
 
 But this, the ftrangeiT, melts to Streams my 
 
 To fee our Temple a Burnt-Sacrifice. (Eyes, 
 
 None, when Mount Sion the proud Syrians took, 
 
 None on their Temple Gift a ladder Look : 
 
 For th' Ark of God no.ne fo their Garments rent, 
 
 Not Jacob could iais Joseph fo lament. 
 
 No Lionefs fo moand her Yotuig Ones fl tin - 
 
 Nor he, whofe Lambs they ikw, could fo complain. 
 
 Nft Bird fo v/ail d, whole Ncft was torn away, 
 
 To fee her unflcdg d Offspring made a Prey • 
 
 As f thofc (acred Ruins muft deplore, 
 
 I hat (Inking Pile, butjuft repair'd before ; 
 
 StiJl as my Heart and Toneue remember Thee* 
 
 5c let my Saviour (till remember me. 
 
 Oft: 
 
( 59 ) 
 
 Oft on my Ey£-lids when foft Slumber fall?, 
 My Dream is of a Crowd in Great St. Paul's. 
 An airy Temple in my Mind I rear. 
 And o'er the pleafing Vifion drop a Tear : 
 Fancy the Singers, and the Virgin-Quire, 
 People that pray, and Strangers that admire • 
 Widows and Orphans, Pilgrims, Sick, and Poor, 
 Watching God's Alm'ners at his Church's Door. 
 
 I 2 
 
 An 
 
(6a) 
 
 
 An Epiftle to Th e o p hi lu s. 
 
 From Philomusus. 
 
 i Hilft angry Waves the raging Deep deform, 
 And my torn Veffel fcarce fuftains a Storm : 
 ^^yrjfe Whilft my afflifted Life no Changes knows, 
 
 But fad Viciffitudes of various Woes : 
 Your Friendly Care frill guides me to the Shore, 
 Where fate I fit, and hear the Tempefr. roar. 
 Thus when an Angel views Mankind diftrefs'd, 
 He feels Compaffion pleading in his Brcaft : 
 With Speed the Heavenly Guardian downward flies, 
 And, to prcferve the Wretched, leaves the Skies. 
 
 Whilft you defpifc, with a becoming Hate, 
 The pompom Mifery of being Great ; 
 And from the World illuftrioufly retire^ 
 With all the Virtues which the World admire: 
 Still by your Favour let the lyiufc be cvowifd, 
 And plant her Laurels in more fruitful Ground: 
 
 The 
 
(61 ) 
 
 The grateful Mufe will, in Return, beftoiv, 
 Her growing Laurels to adorn your Brow. 
 So when Winds whittle, and defending Rain 
 Pours from above, and deluges the Plain, 
 The fragrant FlowV enjoys the friendly Aid 
 Of fome vaft Oak, and fmiles beneath the Shade ; 
 Its balmy Odours with the ShowVs renews, 
 Which from the Leaves diftil in kindly Dews ; 
 And when the Fury of the Storm is laid, 
 Repays with Sweets the hofpitable Shade. 
 Hard is their Fate, who when they long endure 
 Trains of Afflictions, late receive a Cure : 
 . Who like tall Ships, on liquid Mountains tofsM^ 
 Before theyr fav\i, muftalmoft firftbe loft. 
 You, e'er the Danger comes, a Refuge iliow, 
 And, as it threatens, intercept the Blow, 
 Thus to Great Hector, proftrate on the Ground, 
 
 The God approach'd, and fnatch'd him from the 
 
 (Wound, 
 
 Some the vain Promifes of Courts betray, 
 And Hope of Grandeur makes them pleased to ftray ; 
 The flattering Nothing {till deludes their Eye9 a 
 Seems ever coming, yet it ever flies • 
 As Perfpe<5tives prefent the Objeil nigh, 
 Tho' far remov'd from the miftaking Eye. 
 Thus Time rolls on, and as fucceeding Years 
 Encreafe, they fadly too encreafe in Cares : 
 And then, when Age invidioully deftroys 
 The Pow'r to tafte the ]ong-expe£ted Joys ; 
 
 Fortune 
 
(62 ) 
 
 Fortnne falls on them in a Golden Shower, 
 Malignly fmiles, and curfes them with Store. 
 Thus o en the Urns of Friends departed, weep 
 The mournful Kindred, and fond Vigils keep ; 
 Their fragrant Ointments on the Afhes filed, 
 And fcatter ufelefs Rofes on the Dead : 
 And when no more avail the Solemn Rites, 
 The fpicy Incenfe, and the World's Delights, 
 With fruitlefs Zeal they watch the filent Tombs, 
 Profufely wafting Clouds of vain Perfumes. 
 
( 63 ) 
 
 A Hymn at the Cock-crowing. 
 
 ByEifhop Patrick. 
 
 At her of Lights, without Eclipfe orChange, 
 
 Who made'ft the World with that great 
 (Word, Let be . 
 
 Who Days, and Nights, and Times^ doft 
 
 (wifely range 3 
 Life would be loath'd, without Variety* 
 
 II. 
 
 Now Chantecleer proclaims the corriingDay, 
 Now the Night's Watcher crows with early Pride • 
 
 His lofty Song guides Travellers that ftray, 
 And Darkncfs from the Darknefs does divi-lc. 
 
 III. 
 
 The Day-Star at his Call begins to rife, 
 
 And foggy Damps retreat at his Alarm 5 
 The hateful Crew of wand ang Spirits flies, 
 
 Following the Nigry: ; and frees the Day from Harm* 
 
 Hi 
 
(<54) 
 
 IV. 
 
 His Mattins funs the lab'riny Seaman cheers; 
 
 When after Midnight-Storms the Sea grows calm; 
 When the Cock crew Christs Filherman Hied Tears, 
 
 Tears to his wounded Mind a fov'reign Balm. 
 
 V. 
 
 High Time 'tis then for vigorous Souls to rife, 
 So Nature's winged Herald warns us all, 
 
 And feems to urge the Sinner, who denies 
 To rife like Peter, who like Peter fall 
 
 VI. 
 
 His fprightly Notes wake lively Hope betimes, 
 Men on lick Beds almoft forget their Pain ; 
 
 Night-Thieves put up their Swords,put oft their Crimes, 
 Apoftates pray, and turn to Saints again. 
 
 VII. 
 
 O Jesus, Mediator, deign to fee, 
 
 Where our Feet flip ; Us with thine Eye controll, 
 Tho' bruis'd with many Falls, one Look from Thee 
 
 Will make us weep, and Weeping make us whole. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Light of the World ! O caft on us thy Rays, 
 Difpel the Fumes which cloud our Minds too long ; 
 
 And when our Mouths are fill'd with thy due Praife, 
 Well come before thy Prefence with a Song. 
 
 On 
 
5 ) 
 
 On the Creation of the World. 
 
 Reat Parent, hear! Propitious Rays diffufe; 
 
 Shine on the Produft of a trembling Mufe ; 
 
 g Tribute brings, 
 
 A Mufe infpir'd no trifl 
 The Glories of thy noble Adts Ihe lings 
 To Heavn and Earth my Numbers firft belong, 
 They firft' were made, and firft fhall grace my Song, 
 When all was Chaos, Earth a mapelefs Mafs, 
 Before each Element had known its Place, , 
 Before the Sun had climbed its fteepy Height, 
 Or the Mob.n ffied her Beams of borrov/d Light ; 
 When Nature, rule, ihunn'd her approaching Pride, 
 As Brides in Night their glowing Bluihes hide : 
 Thou, Mighty- Father, bidft thy Rays divine 
 Serenely on the aftoniih'd Heap to Ihine. 
 Trf aftoniih'd Heap, ftruck with a facred Awe, 
 Obeyed the Pow'r of thy creating Law : 
 Thou fpeak ft again, the Watry Store fubiides, 
 And humbly to th' appointed Chanels glides: 
 Nor fhall the tow'ring Waves prefume to ftray, 
 But gently kifs their Shores, and roll away. 
 Earth ftandsfecure, on its firm Balis laid, 
 Not to be mov'd but by the Hand 'twas made : 
 
 K ftL 
 
C 66) 
 
 Its Weight confines it to a lower Seat, 
 
 Nor has it Pow'r t'advance or to retreat : 
 
 Whilft the thin Mzhei next to Empyreal Skies 
 
 Spreads and dilates their Regions as it flies. 
 
 The Sun-created Morn their Beams difplays, 
 
 And cheers all Nature with enlivening Rays : 
 
 The vanquiih'd Shades withdraw in wild Affright, 
 
 And own the gKtt'ring Triumphs of the Light. 
 
 But ceafe, my Mufe, — What in fix Days was done. 
 
 And that by God's Omnipotence alone, 
 
 Can ne er by human Means be told in One. 
 
 } 
 
 AN 
 
(*7) 
 
 A N 
 
 EASTER-HYMN, 
 
 ByBiQiop PATRICK. 
 
 Tranflated from Pru d entius* 
 
 [ILL not thy Heart yet ake ? will it not bleed,, 
 Woful Judea, for tljy bloody Deed ? 
 Now open thy dull Eyes, now fee and know~> 
 Whether our Jesus be a God, or no, 
 He, by whofe Will thy Sabbath was difus'd, 
 Us to an cndlefs Sabbath introduced. 
 He, like the Sun, with Healing in his Wings, 
 Rofe on the Nations, and the Gentile Kings : 
 The World he governs, and he grafps the Ball 5 
 Rome, the World's Emprefs, at his Feet does fall, 
 And every Pagan God in Rome's proud Capitol. 
 Let the Fool's Tutor, fad Experience, fhow 
 What ftrong avenging Hand now plagues thee fo ; 
 Scourging thy Superftition, moft unwife, 
 Which Laws divine fo carnally applies, 
 
 X 2 
 
 That 
 
( 6B ) 
 
 That (acred Pile, fo admirably built 
 By thy rare Architects, fo nobly gilt j 
 Has it now left a Stone upon a Stone^ > 
 Infeription of King Solomon ? 
 nice but mortal Gods are greateft Kings, 
 ;': y build can be but mortal Things ; 
 Since all Things :n ;.de with Hands to Ruin tend, 
 Art givesjhort Being, Time a fatal End. 
 
 Should you now ailc me where Our Temple ftands ? 
 Ill tell you : Ours was never made with Hands. 
 There's no tall Pine, no Cedar 5 felfd and plaiif d, 
 No polifli'd Marble delicately veiif d ; 
 No airious Arch, on which the mighty Weight, 
 By Glometry forgets its tow'ring Height : 
 'Tis built by Gob's own Wo&d 5 of ancient Date. 
 No Time of Silence, j fr that Word was fpoke, 
 Nor then, by any Sound Was Silence broke. 
 ThlWord made Flesh, that we oar Temple call, 
 Which, jtho'.the World fliall end, will never, fall. 
 The Temple of his Body, fpiteful Jew, 
 Thou by the Crofs and Torture wouldftfubdue, 
 And thou hast gaiifd thy Hellifh Point, 'tis true. 
 That feeble Part he to his Mother gave, 
 And. for a while was captiVd by the Grave : 
 But from his Father's Majefty deriv'd, 
 On the third Morn his better Part reviv'd. 
 Thine Eyes beheld this Temple mount on high, *\ 
 
 This San&uarVj whither 1 mufi fly, > 
 
 Guarded by Troops of Angels, piere'd the Sky. J 
 
 When 
 
(*9) 
 
 When its Approach the well-pleas'd Angels knew, 
 
 Their everlafling Doors wide open flew, 
 
 The Tow'r impregnable is fcal'd that Da,y 5 
 
 And left behind it a bright Milky Way. 
 
 But, oh ! thy Temple is become a Tomb ! 
 
 Pompey the Great carry'd thy Spoils to Rome ; 
 
 And then the valiant Titus feald thy Doom • 
 
 Plucked up thy Nation by the very Root, 
 
 Leh thee no Place on Earth to fix thy Foot. 
 
 Thus, wand ring Jew, thou art condemned to roam, 
 
 But juftly banifh'd from thy native Home. 
 
 Thou felt'ft his Terrors, whom thou haft deny'd, 
 
 And with the Blood of God thy Soul is dy'd. 
 
 How are thy pious Anceftors forgot? 
 
 Their Heirs are Slaves, their Scutcheons have a Blot j 
 
 Defcended from the Noble and the Good • 
 
 But bloody Minds embafe the nobleft Blood. 
 
 Th' Apoftles could the Gentile World fubdue, 
 
 So glorious was the Faith whilft it was new. 
 
 Thofe faithlefs Nations knew no God before, 
 
 Now fay the Creed, and triumph, and adore: 
 
 The Jews to Christ himfelf difdain'd to bow; 
 
 To Christian Lords they bend as Vassals now, 
 
 An 
 
(70) 
 
 An Hymn for the Eves of 
 
 ^Martyrs, 
 
 By the Sam e. 
 I. 
 
 
 [O M E, all ye Saints on Earth, and let us fiijg 
 
 The joyful Triumphs of the Saints on 
 
 (high: 
 
 My Mind is fix d, my Mufe is on the 
 
 (Wing, 
 And to thofe glorious Conq'rors longs to 6y. 
 
 
 II. 
 
 They itruck the World with awful Fear, to fee- 
 How they its flowVy Gayeties abhorred , 
 
 Marching thro' Defarts up to Heavn , and Thee, 
 Christ, their Great Leader, and all-gracious Lord. 
 
 II T. 
 
 They, for thy Sake, the D:vil and Man defy'd, 
 The cruel RoJsand torturing Scourges foifd; 
 
 Their Adamantine Hearts all Engines try\l, 
 
 But all from the bright Shield of Faith recoild. 
 
(71 ) 
 
 As Beafts for Sacrifice, fo were they flain, 
 
 Slain with the Sword, yet never once repin'd ; 
 
 Good Confcience, dumb, and fcorning to complain, 
 PofTefs'd their Souls in Patience fo refign'd. 
 
 IV. 
 
 What Tongue of Men or Angels can expreft 
 The Glories thou for Martyrs haft in Store, 
 
 Whom thou with thy moft radiant Crowns wilt blefs, 
 When they come reeking to thee in their Gore. 
 
 Almighty Thou, with Eyes of Pity fee, 
 And wafh our Spots • no fiery Trial fend ; 
 
 Give us, weak Men, Peace in our Time, and we 
 Shall give thee Praife when Time itfelf lhall end. 
 
 On 
 
(72 ) 
 
 On a ProfpeB of the Umverfi- 
 ty from the Top of an Hill. 
 
 A PRAYER for its Profperity. 
 
 
 Er the Same. 
 
 L 
 
 AIL! to thofe facred Manfions, great and 
 
 (high! 
 Methinks a Glory o'er each Chapel dwells, 
 
 Christ's Colours fireaming there of Crim- 
 
 (fon Die ; 
 Each OfFringlike the Balm of Gilead fmells, 
 
 Which, mixr'd with odrous Gums, all mean Perfumes 
 
 fexcells, 
 II. 
 
 Lord, on each holy Pile, each Houfe of PrayY, 
 
 Open, fUll open thy propitious Eyes ; 
 Bow down thine Ear, be they thy fpecial Care 3 
 
 Who after Sun-fet, and before Sun-rife, 
 Thofe Benedidtions afk thy Bounty ne'er denies. 
 
 i 
 
 Let 
 
( 73 ) 
 III. 
 
 htt thy good Angels ftill the Place frequent ; 
 
 Send from thy Treafures of Celcftial Grace 
 Thofe Gifts thy Holy Spirit oft has fent, 
 
 Send them, blefs'd Father, on that chofen Place ; 
 Lift up thy Light ferene on ail who feek thy Face. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Thou badeft the heavnly Meteor take its Stand 
 O'er thine Itinerant Temple in the Way, 
 
 When Israel traveled o'er the barren Sand : 
 As thou were't in that Meteor, fo, I pray, 
 
 Dart thro' yon facred Roof! a "kind infpiring Ray, 
 
 V. 
 
 O! tliou, who didit an Orient Cloud prepare, 
 
 To fill that Houfe which fill\l the Mouth of Fame, 
 
 That Day 'twas hallow'd by its Founder's Pray r • 
 Greater than Solomon, Thou art the fame, 
 
 To fhine on. them who now invoke thy glorious Name, 
 
 VI. 
 
 Whoever there, dread Lord, fliall Thee adore. 
 
 And beg thy Pardon with a broken Heart, 
 Proftrate upon the confecrated Floor, 
 
 The Pardon which they beg do thou impart .; 
 
 All Plague, Difeafes, Griefs, from them, O Lord, di- 
 
 (vert. 
 
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74) 
 
 VIL 
 
 All who are there with thy blefs'd Body fill'd, 
 
 And with thy precious Bloody Good Angel's Fare, 
 
 Under the Wings of thy Compaflion fhield ; 
 For they thy Servants, thy fworn Servants are. 
 
 Let them thine endlefs Joys, and endlefs Glory lhare. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Son of the Father, who the Worlds didft frame, 
 And thine Eleft redeem with thine own Blood, 
 
 Who take'ft away our Sins, O thou the Lamb ! 
 
 To that blefs'd Colony of thine be good, 
 
 Waili them all clean for Heavn in thy rich Purple 
 
 (Flood. 
 
 On 
 
(75) 
 
 On the Egyptian Darknefs. 
 
 From the feventeeth Chapter of Wifdom. 
 
 S s i s t me, O Jehovah ! to proclaim 
 The mighty Wonders of thy glorious Name. 
 The noble Light thy mighty Wonders give, 
 Guides us to Thee, and brings us to believe. 
 
 The more we fee, the more thy Works reveal 
 
 Thy Grandeur, O ador'd Invisible ! 
 
 Thy matchlefs Miracles thy Godhead prove, 
 
 And teach us to revere, admire, and love. 
 
 Egypt and her abandoned Prince can tell 
 
 What 'tis to vex thy darling Israel. 
 
 For Israel thoumade'ft thy Pow'r divine 
 
 So dreadfully in Egypt's Judgments lhine. 
 
 Thy Miracles, unutterably great, 
 
 Compeird th' unnurtured Souls to urge their Fate : 
 
 Forcing their Magi with Regret to own, 
 
 That they and Hell muft bow before thy Throne. 
 
 At meaneft Infe&s they confounded ftood, 
 
 They who from Rods rais'd Snakes, from Water Blood : 
 
 Amaz'd, they faw their Magick Art confined, 
 
 And with the God th' unequal Strife declined. 
 
 L2 
 
 Lon« 
 
(70 
 
 Long had the holy Nation dragg'd their Chain, 
 And often groan'd for Eafe, but groan'd in vain. 
 Deeper they funk, the more they ftrove to rife,. 
 And, pleas'd, the Opprcffor heard their mournful Cries : 
 Their mournful Cries afcended to their God ; 
 Well-pleas'd, he heard, and broke their Iron Rod-* 
 Who 5 -without trembling, can the Woes recite 
 Of Fris'ners fetter'd in the Bonds of Night ? 
 When Owners in their Houfes fought Defence, 
 As Exiles from trf eternal Providence* 
 
 The harder! Lot which Providence can give, 
 Is to permit the Wretched Long to live ; 
 .Were it not anfwer'd, that its great Intent 
 Is to reform them by their Punifhment. 
 They who had Long indulg'd their fecret Guilt, 
 Committed Fraud, or Blood in private fpilt, 
 Had fled from Juftice, fliinfd the hateful Light, 
 And blefs'd the peaceful Refuge of the Night, 
 In Hopes that its dark Veil would fcreen the Fault, 
 Till Juftice were appeared, and they forgot, 
 Now {hun themfelves and their purfuing Thought. 
 Darknefs affords no Shelter from their Fear; 
 Confcience forebodes, and haunts them every where. 
 Their Reafon in a Maze of Fancy's loft, 
 And every Corner furniih d with a Ghoft : 
 The Ghoft they wrong'd ftill fta^ks before their Sight, 
 .Still changing Shapes, more hideous by the Night. 
 Now fome grim Spectres becken them away, 
 Now fome more ghaftly tw r itch them back to ftay. 
 
(77) 
 
 A thoufand monftrous Forms they think they fee, 
 Which ne er had Being, and which ne er can be. 
 In Crowds they fee them throng their baleful Cell ; 
 The firy Dragons hifs • the fierce Chimsera s yell ! 
 
 Scarce is this dreadful Scene of Terrors o'er, 
 But ftrait th' Almighty's Thunders feem to roar, 
 The Floods infult the Banks, the rasing Torrents! 
 
 J DO 
 
 (pour,. 
 Then in fantaftick Tempefts they rebound, 
 
 Then in imaginary Gulphs are drown' d* 
 
 No ftarry Flames the woful Midnight cheer, 
 No gentle Gales refrefli the burden'd Air • 
 Perpetual Gloom oerloads the lab 'ring Sky, 
 Pregnant with Fate, unwholfom, hot, and dry. 
 In vain they ply their humane Arts for Light, 
 No Sparks could fklh in this fubflantial Night. 
 Only Self-kindled Fires, whofe horrid Blaze 
 Adds new Confufion to their wild Amaze. 
 
 They who had long conversed with Pow'rs below, 
 
 Skilful the Magick Myfteries to know, 
 
 To guefs at Afpedts, Deftinies reveal, 
 
 And, more than all, the threatening Scars foretell, 
 
 Now find the Tov/rings of their Pride debas'd, 
 
 Their Wifdom humbled, and their Art difgrae'd. 
 
 They who pretended Nature to command, 
 
 Avert Difeafe, and their own Fate withftand : 
 
 They, who could fondly promife to expel, 
 
 And bind the Daemons to their Walks of Hell, 
 
 Vain 
 
(78) 
 
 Vain Exorcifh ! now feel their Pow'rs confined, 
 
 Chain'd with the Fetters of a guilty Mind. 
 
 No more they joy to tafte the pleafant Air, 
 
 Griev'd that the Light fhould circle every where, 
 
 Which lhews them felf condemned, and heightens^ 
 
 (their Defpair., 
 
 Of all the Torments, thofe are worft within^ 
 When the Mind's rack'd with a delib rate Sin ; 
 When gnawing Confcience on the Bowels feeds, 
 And the poor wounded Heart for ever bleeds. 
 For Confcience chiding for a Deed amifs, 
 Proves more than many thoufand Witnefles. 
 Their feeble Hands, their quiv'ring Knees reveal 
 The fccret Tortures which the Wicked feel. 
 A livid Gloom thro' every Feature rolls, 
 Speaking that Guilt which harrows up their Souls. 
 A languid Pale the fparkling Red fupplies, 
 Flags on their Cheeks, and fickens in their Eyes. 
 A chilly Horror Natures PowVs reftrains, 
 Curdles their Blood, and freezes up their Veins. 
 Convulsive Rantings interrupt their Breath, 
 They droop their Heads, and die for Fear of Death. 
 
 If e'er their Thoughts to future Tirries remove, 
 The future Times their prefent Hopes reprove : 
 With fad Prefagcs of their Fear they rave, 
 And cannot bear a Look beyond the Grave. 
 What Succour Rcafon to their Mind conveys, 
 Fear, that unfaithful Counfellor, betrays. 
 
 if 
 
(79 ) 
 
 If e'er foft Slumbers clofe their ufelefs Eyes, 
 
 Dire Forms advance, and ghaftly Spe£lrcs rife : 
 
 In vain from balmy Sleep they feek Relief, 
 
 That feeming Remedy foments their Grief. 
 
 They dream they're doom'd in liquid Fires to dwell, 
 
 Plung'd in the Bottoms of the deepeft Hell. 
 
 They dream a Thoufand vengeful Daemons wait 
 
 To feize their Souls, and execute their Fate. 
 
 Thefe Phantoms o'er their ev'ry Senfe prevail, 
 
 The more they ftrive for Help, the more they fail • 
 
 Beneath the Fetters of their Fear they groan, 
 
 Which clogg the Wheels of Life, and ftiffen them to 
 
 i'Stone. 
 
 The Hufbandman (lands rooted in the Fie 
 His Charge negle&ed, and the Giebe uritill'd ; 
 The Shepherd, heedlefs of his woolly Care, 
 Sits down aghaft, and petrifies with Fear. 
 Their Gyant-Limbs no more the Lab'rers boafi, 
 Their Sinewy Nerves unftrung, their Vigour loft, 
 Fix'd in the Harnefs (lands the mettled Steed, 
 Nor wants the Rein to check him in his Speed. 
 All are overtaken, all compelled to lie 
 Bound with the Chains of dark Neceility. 
 Slaves to their Guilt, and eaptiv'd by their Fears, 
 Jhey're (hut in Prifons without Iron Bars ; 
 No Prifons hold them like their wild Affright, 
 jNo Chains are heavier than this mighty Night. 
 Was it the Whittling of an Evening Breeze, 
 Or warbling Birds amongft the (hady Trees ; 
 
 Or 
 
(8o) 
 
 Or Warers gently falling down an Hill, 
 
 Which fpread their Streams, and &11 the Vallies fill ; 
 
 Or was it as a deaf s ning Sound, more loud, 
 
 Like burfting Rocks, or Craihes of a Cloud $ 
 
 Or was it as when wanton Echoes chide, 
 
 Rebounding by an hollow Mountain's Side • 
 
 Or was it, as the Lion's angry Roar 3 
 
 Or as tumultuous Seas affault the Shore ; 
 
 Or as when grumbling Beafts devour their Prey, 
 
 Or ihaggy Satyrs dance in favage Play : 
 
 5 Twas dreadful all alike ; an hideous Sound, 
 
 Whofe Terrors ev'ry Pow 5 r of Thought confound. 
 
 The difmal Scenes fuch black Prefages give, 
 
 They fwoon for Fear, and dye to think they live. 
 
 The World befide enjoys the chearful Light ; 
 The Sun ftill rules the Day, the Stars the Night ; 
 None ceafe from Labour • Egypt's Sons alone 
 Beneath the Burden of the Darknefs groan : 
 O'er them alone this gloomy Midnight's fpread, 
 An Image of the Horrors of the Dead. 
 Their prefent Pains the future Woes foretell, 
 Which wait their Sentence to the fecond Hell : 
 Where Souls Apoftate range the fultry Coaft, 
 On Storms of Fire, and burn ; ng Billows tofsd, 
 For ever to reflect on Heav'n for ever loft. 
 
 THE 
 
(8i ) 
 
 THE 
 
 Third Chapter of Hahakkuk 
 TRANSLATED. 
 
 Lord, thy mighty Wonders I have heard, 
 And the Report, like thofe who faw them, 
 
 (fear'd. 
 Wonders which thou in ancient Time haft 
 
 (done j 
 Proceed to finiffi what's fo well begun. 
 
 Revive thy former Work, nor ht it be 
 
 Hid in the Womb of dark Futurity. 
 
 Amiift the Years with fo much Glory known, 
 
 Never forget the People once thine own. 
 
 In Mercy to deliver never fpare, 
 
 But kindly cherifh thy peculiar Care : 
 
 Let all thy Mercy with thy Pow'r engage, 
 
 And pity us 3 tho' we deferve thy Rage. 
 
 Th' Almighty Lop.d from Southern Teman came, 
 Encompafs'd with a bright devouring FUme : 
 Th aftonifti'd Hills return'd his Rays again, 
 And Paran glitttr'd with his keav'nly Train. 
 
 M 
 
 AH 
 
ay C 
 
 ( ft ) 
 All Nature fmil'd, tranlportcd with the Day, 
 
 Which rais'd her drccpiwg Head, and chae'd aw; 
 The fickly D^mps, which bring inferable Decay 
 Forth from his Hand there fhot a Beam fo pure, 
 No Sight the dazzling Profpe£t. could endure. 
 The Peftilefice before him raging went, 
 Gathering new Poifons as its old were fpent. 
 Sulphureous Coals fell flaming from his Feet, 
 To fcorch the Nations with confuming Heat. 
 He flood — and grafpVl within his fpacious Hand 
 A Rod, to meafure anJ/deftroy the Land : 
 A-crofs the Land a fatal Line he threw. 
 And, lo! the fmitten Nations all withdrew. 
 Trf affrighted Rocks before his Vengeance fled, 
 Each craggy Summit hid its guilty Head : 
 Perpetual Hills in trembling Ruins lay, 
 And everlafting Mountains lhrunk away. 
 
 I faw the Tents of Cusftan in Diftrefs, 
 Affliftedj that trf Almighty ceas'd to blcfs : 
 I heard the Land of iMidian s doleful Groan's, 
 And Echo ihrieking from the wounded Stones. 
 What had the Rivers done, Lord, what the Flood? 
 Thar 5 angry,, thou iliouldft turn their Streams to Blood ? 
 How could the Sea.s enrage thee for their Foe, 
 Exalted thou fo nigh, and they fo low ? 
 How could they bring thee, in thy Pomp to ride, 
 In Chariots or Salvation, oer the Tide, 
 And Seas from Seas bciow, as thofe above divide ? 
 
 :} 
 
 All 
 
(8 3 ) 
 
 All n.ikeJ was difplay d thy Bow of War, 
 Glaring with ghaftly Terror from afar. 
 No Pow'rs could its -unerring Darts withftand, 
 Till thou had ft brought thy Israel to their Land. 
 Thou ftruck'ft the Rocks, and bad ft the Waters flow; 
 The Waters knew thy Voice, the Rocks thy Blew. 
 The raging Deep, nowfi tent, rolf d away, 
 Or, fix'd, in Plains of liquid Chriftal lay. 
 Some bolder Waves, v. hie]] yet would dare to rife. 
 And dalh their angry Foam againit the Skies, 
 Soon as they faw tit Almighty Prefencc near, 
 Cry\l out, and flirtfnk within thcmfelves for Fear. 
 With mournful Voice, and lifted Hands on higfr^ 
 They trembling ftood, nor tfy'd the Pow r to iffy. 
 The Lights of Heav n prolong'd the Day and N; 
 And ftopt to fee the Triumphs of the Fight. 
 Nor moV'd they oil, 'till they beheld from far 
 Thy Crimfon Arrows, and thy glitr Ving Spear. 
 
 How the Lord thunder d ache rriafcFfd, andhurfd 
 His fry Hail among the Gentile World ! 
 He marcrfd in Wrath - and in a Wrath fo ftfc i 
 He thrcilfd the Nations as he pafs'd .-long. 
 To Earth he ftruck their haughty- Princes CroWri 
 Deftroy d their Villages, and farkVi their Toy. r 
 They, who like Whirlwinds againft is R a r t -mc\. 
 Were ftraijt confum d with his devouring Flai 
 Tlf setherial Fires their cursYl Pbfleflions barnxf, 
 Ani all their Glory into Ruin turn'd. 
 
 M 2 This 
 
( 8" 4 ) 
 
 This when I heard, my feeble Joints unloosed, 
 
 A chilly Shivering thro' my Veins diffus'd, 
 
 My Belly trembled, and I would have fpoke, 
 
 But fault rUiig Words in empty Accents broke. 
 
 Afraid I was ; I could not choofe but fear, 
 
 To hear fuch Things, fo terrible to hear. 
 
 O! may I Live, when he to judge fhall rife, 
 
 When with his Troops he fhall the World chaftife, 
 
 With Thunder in his Voice, and Liehthi'n&in his\ 
 
 (Eyes. - 
 From thee, O Lord 1 then to thee I muft fly, 
 
 And for thy Mercy on thy Love rely. 
 
 Tho' no gay BlofToms on the Fig-Tree iliine, 
 
 Nor gen'rous Clufiers grace the friendly Vine- 
 
 Tho' tfye rich Labour^ of the Olive ceafe, 
 
 And Gilbad yields no more her blefs'd Encreafc; 
 
 Tho' meager Famine pinch the blighted Earth > 
 
 And each kind Product perifli in the Birth • 
 
 Tho 5 lucklefs Thorns choak ev'ry verdant Field, 
 
 And no more Pafture to the Cattle yield ; 
 
 Tho' ev'n the Cattle dye within the Stall, 
 
 And not by Steel, but want of Fodder fall • 
 
 Yet in my gracious God will I rejoice, 
 
 Who makes me his, as I make him, my Choice. 
 
 For me, on high, hell all his Truth difplay, 
 
 And give me Wings,, like Doves, to fly away, 
 
 Upwards to him, from every mortal Woe, 
 
 And leave the little worthlefs World below. 
 
 Upon 
 
(85) 
 
 Upon Juflification ly Faith, 
 without Good Works. 
 
 UR SoLIflDiANS, modern Saints, 
 Fanatick Crew, bale Mifcreants, 
 Pretend to have more Privde^e givY* 
 Than other Men > to go to Heavn : 
 For they canfwear, forfwear, and lye, 
 
 Fraud, Rapin, Blooiflied, juftify; 
 
 And all, mafk'd under fpecious Show 
 
 Of new-infpir'd Religion, do. 
 
 But who'd be juft, that don't believe 
 
 Good Works will a Reward receive ? 
 On Faith alone thefe Saints rely, 
 
 Becaufe that is the cheaper Way. 
 
 Good Acts, they know, muft coll them Something,' 
 
 But they'll be fav'd, poor Souls, for Nothing ! 
 
 Thus, well may King and Pried be flain ; 
 For if good Works are all in vain, 
 We juftly may infer from thence, 
 That bad ones can be no Offence. 
 
 Thebes had more Gates than they have ho— ft Men ; 
 Ten would have Sodom -fav'd : Can they {how Ten ? 
 
 AN 
 
(86) 
 
 A N 
 
 HYMN 
 
 UPON 
 
 CHRISTMAS-DAT. 
 
 AIL, happy Light, propitious Mom, 
 Whereon the God of Life was born ! 
 Welcome, thrice welcome Day, that brings 
 Sweet balmy Healing in its Wings ! 
 
 The God of Life, the God of Love, 
 
 Is now defcended from Above, 
 
 And does his glorious Courfe begiii, 
 
 To triumph over Death and Sin. 
 
 Let Heav n and Earth rejoyce, and fing 
 
 Anthems to their immortal King! 
 
 To him who only will and can 
 
 Reftore degenerated Man ! 
 
 To him who^ come by Death to fave 
 
 A World from the devouring Grave I 
 
 Let 
 
(87) 
 
 Let every Thing fet forth his Praife ; 
 
 The Sun ihine out with brighteft Rays : 
 Planets, Fire, Air, and Earth, difpenfe 
 Their moft benign Influence ! 
 Th* exalted Sea fwell up fo high, 
 Till tov/ring Waves do ftrike the Sky ! 
 Let Moon, and Stars, and fixed Earth, 
 Praife the God ofJMature's Birth ! 
 Let Herds of Oxen, Bulls, and Cows, 
 The Vallies rent with chearful Lows ! 
 The Spheres their fwceteft Mufick fhow^ 
 Mountains and Hills fkip to and fro ! 
 
 Awake, thou Lute • thou Harp, awake; 
 Sound every Suing that Sound can make ! 
 Let dimpled Mirth fit on each Brow, 
 T. he World nor Grief nor Sorrow know ! 
 Let every Thing, in Ihort, rehearfe 
 His Glory thro' the Univerfe ! 
 
 Deo quid melius ? 
 
 c arne q^uid pejvs ? 
 
 Deo incarnato q,uid admirabilius ? 
 
(88 ) 
 
 A P r a y e r, Tranflated from 
 the Latin, 
 
 By Eifhop Patrick. 
 
 AtheR of Heavnand Earth! (m £arthgive 
 
 (Peace j 
 We pray thee, with one Voice, let Difcord 
 
 (ceafe. 
 The Hearts of Christian Kings vouchfafc 
 
 (to bend, 
 Till they Christ's Empire thro' the World extend. 
 
 The Church, whofe many Spots we now deplore, 
 
 Well-cleans'd, to its firft Purity reftote. 
 
 Shield her 'till all her faithlefs Foes grow tame, 
 
 Who would not leave thee upon Earth a Name. 
 
 Her tender Lambs, that on the Mountains ftray, 
 
 Direft, good Shepherd, to thy Fold the Way. 
 
 Let no dire Blaft her blooming Honours fpoil, 
 
 Nor Beafts obfeene her cryftal Springs defile. 
 
 Preferve her Faith on its Foundation Aire, 
 
 From which let nought me raviih or allure. 
 
 Teach me the Senfe of thine own facred Book * 
 
 Forgive me if I err, or overlook : 
 
 Give me a Body found, as found a Mind, 
 
 Joitfd in thy PraifebdoWj in Glory to be joiifd. 
 
 An 
 
(89 ) 
 
 An Hymn for the Third Hour. 
 
 By the Same. 
 
 L 
 
 Qfi£~^gk Holy Spirit, who refide'ft on High, 
 
 With Son and Father thou one Effence art,; 
 Down on thy Dove-like Wings vouchfafe to 
 
 (fly, 
 
 And fpread thy felf once more on my dull Heart. 
 II. 
 
 So fhall my Mouth, my Senfes, Mind, and Strength, 
 With grateful Joy my humble Thanks proclaim $ 
 
 My Charity fhall burn, ' 'till it at length 
 Caufes my Neighbour's Charity to flame. 
 
 Ill; 
 
 Kind Father of the Fatherlefs, attend, 
 
 And hear me, thou Coequal only Son! 
 O comfortable Spirit, now defcend, 
 
 Be now and ever with me, Rlefs'd Three One. 
 
 N 
 
 An 
 
( 90) 
 
 An Hymn before LENT, 
 
 By trie IS A m e. 
 
 ^Allelujah to our King! 
 
 That's the Song good Angels love : 
 Hallelujah fweetly ling 
 
 All the Souls of Saints Above : 
 There they fmg, and, Tinging, fiay 
 In God's Courts an endlefs Day. 
 
 IL 
 
 In Eternal Hymns of Praife, 
 
 Great Jerusalem on high 
 Tunefully her Voice does raife 5 
 
 All her Sons in Blifs reply: 
 Thus they ling, but wemul! toeej^ 
 Exiles, whom the Heathen keep. 
 
 III. 
 
 Ah! unworthy we, unfit! 
 
 Hallelujah fliould not ling Ij 
 Guilty Souls muft intermit, 
 
 And no Hallelujah bring. 
 Now the folemn Time comes in, 
 To lament for every Sin. 
 
 O 
 
(9i ) 
 
 IV. 
 
 O Blefs d Three One ! then let us pra; 
 And beg thy Mercy now we may ; 
 Beg that we may obferve onej high > 
 Perpetual EasteH intheSky^ 
 And to thy Praife the Song may fing 
 
 Of H A L L E L w\> A H tO OUI King. 
 
 ■ - 
 
 N 2 
 
 An 
 
( 93 ) 
 
 An Hymn jfrr ?lfe Sixth Hour. 
 
 By the Same* 
 I. 
 
 |Reat, Univerfal King, and God of Day, 
 
 Whom all Things and all Times obey • 
 
 Thou God of Truth, wholov'ftthe Light, 
 
 MakeTt tiie Morn fair and cool, and the Noon hot and 
 
 (bright. 
 II. 
 
 O! quench the Flames of Strife, Earth's greateft Hell, 
 Left we with endlefs Burnings dwell. 
 To our frail Bodies Health impart, 
 And the beft Health of Mind, a lafting Peace of He^rL 
 
 4n 
 
(93) 
 
 An Hymn for the Ninth Hour. 
 
 i. 
 
 Uthor and Keeper of this goodly All, 
 
 Who doft in thy great Self well-fix d re- 
 
 (main : 
 Thou who the Day to run its Courfe doft 
 
 (call, 
 And xnake'ft the Twilight to fucceed again. 
 
 II. 
 
 O ! let the Evening of my Life be £air, 
 
 No Sunfet of thy Favour let me fee : * ; 
 
 But if Death takes me faying this good Pray'r, 
 
 In Glory I lhall ever dwell with thee. 
 
 To 
 
(94) 
 
 l$fi:S^%^ : ^ 
 
 ■ ■ 
 
 Ttf jlfr. R , upon a Trage- 
 dy on a Diviiw Subjeff. 
 
 HEN Athens Statues rai&d to Homer's 
 
 They, thought his Works deferv'd immortal 
 
 (Fame ; 
 
 They thought a Genius which afpir'd fo high, 
 
 Tho' dampt with Poverty, too great to die. 
 
 Thus they condetrmU that Tcandalous Pretence, 
 
 Of getting Praife by Money, n6t by Strife. 
 
 Then the beft Anions were die Poet's Theme ; 
 
 And Vertue 5 the bright Angel of his Dream, 
 
 Heighten'd his Fancy., and improv'd his Wit, 
 
 And bravely^ as his Heroes fought, he writ. 
 
 I>ut we are caft into a barbarous Age ; 
 
 The Mufes are all Vice, their Fire is Rage : 
 
 Truth's ridicufd by Fops, and bafeft Crimes 
 
 Ave reckoned the fine Breeding of the Times. 
 
 Religion's Self they labour to deface, 
 
 And think their Atheism gives a pretty Grace. 
 
 ] ience their Effays prove impotent and vile, 
 
 Debas'd their Thoughts, and hicorreft their Style: 
 
 iv du&s of Earth, which travel thro 1 the Sky, 
 
 Glare for an Hour, and then grow dark and die. 
 
lace, ^ 
 
 e. y 
 
 C 95) 
 
 The Mufes never can more brightly fliine, 
 
 Than when they wear their Ornaments divine. 
 
 Venue in any Drefs has fuch a Mien, 
 
 To be admired fhe needs but to be fan. 
 
 If Books can charm the bright celeftial Hoft, 
 
 They 11 often read how Paradise was lost. 
 
 Our humble Hymns, joiif d with their Heavlily Lays, 
 
 Shall tune their Lyres to everlafting Praife. 
 
 Raife then thy Voice, my Friend, God's Wonders tell, 
 
 Raife now thy Voice, for thou can ft ftng as well. 
 
 Fir'd with fuch Thoughts, purfue the noble Chace, 
 
 And free the Mufes from the foul Embrace 
 
 Of thofe falfe Wits who nothing have 'but Face. 
 
 Reduce the Stage to' its firft good Intent , 
 
 And fhew that Pleafure may be innocent. , 
 
 If Men of Vertue, with propitious Eyes, 
 
 Smile on thy Work, thy Merit foon will rife, 
 
 Shame and eclipfe the foreign Rarities. r 
 
 Chriftianity lhall then once more overcome, 
 
 And triumph on the Spoils of Greece and Rome. 
 
 If Spite and Malice take up a Pretence 
 
 To fnarl and quarrel at thy Innocence, 
 
 Know that Defert beneath its Load afpires, 
 
 And Envy, when {he's forcd to burft, admires. 
 
 But Ihouldft thou fuffer by their wanton Tafte, 
 
 Whom Vice has cramp 'd, and Nature formed in Hafte, 
 
 Whofe whole Endeavours turns to this one End, 
 
 Errors to find, they have not Skill to mend • 
 
 With a firm Soul flay but a little Time, 
 
 Evn they 11 repent, and blufh, and own their Crime* 
 
 On 
 
(90 
 
 On Maris Pronenefs to Sin. 
 
 L 
 
 ! AKE you an Iv ry Globe, and lay 
 Upon a fmooth and fteepy Place, 
 No Art avails to make it flay, 
 But down it rolls its hilly Race ; 
 And while to gain the Vale it ftrives, 
 Fierce Nature like a Jehu drives. 
 
 II. 
 
 Take you the fmalleft Leaf which grows, 
 
 Or take a Feather, light as Air, 
 And when the rougheft Tempeft blows, 
 
 Upon your Hand expofe them bare 5 
 But grafp the little fleeting Things, 
 Or elfe the Wind will give them Wings. 
 
 III. 
 
 Take you a Pair of Oars, and try, 
 
 If you delire to venture on, 
 And while the Waves are working high, 
 
 How quickly down the Stream you're gone ? 
 Ply well your Oars, or elfe too late 
 You may lament your flormy Fate. Take 
 
' 
 
 (97) 
 IV. 
 
 Take you a Firebrand, and apply 
 To Fern or Stubble as it grows, 
 
 And as the Sun-beams fcorch and dry, 
 Some quenching Water interpofe : 
 
 Elfe ftrait the catching Matter fpends, 
 
 And in a Blaze the Phantom ends. 
 
 V 
 
 Take you a Bead or Bird of Prey, 
 If either you defireto keep, 
 
 Tame it, and teach it to obey, 
 
 Or elfe away 'twill quickly flip, 
 
 To th' open Field, or ihady Grove, 
 
 To feek its Liberty and Love. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Take you an Horfe that's brifk and young, 
 Defcended of a gen rous Sire, 
 
 Be good the Bit, the Reins be ftropg, 
 For you're to ride a Horfe of Fire > 
 
 He kicks, he proudly neighs, and cries, 
 
 Aha ! Look where the Rider lies ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 How oft we fee the deepeft Streams 
 
 Smoothly run down their wonted Courfe? 
 But when they'r ftopt with Stones or Beams, 
 
 Their Way they thro' new Channels force* 
 
 Make then their Banks and Fences high, 
 
 They know no Law but Liberty. 
 
 O 
 
 

 ( 98 ) 
 
 VIII. 
 
 O foolifli Man, thefe Emblems fuit 
 
 You, or your too frail Flefh at leaft : 
 
 For you who live fo like a Brute, 
 
 The rolling Globe, the ranging Beaft, 
 
 The ramping Colt, the flaming Straw, 
 
 The foaming Flood which knows no LaW, 
 
 IX. 
 
 Defcribe the Rifques you run in Sin. 
 
 Your Body does your Soul betray, 
 Great is the Work to do within ; 
 
 Then ftrike into the narrow Way. 
 Stop this your Wildgoofe Chace to Hell, 
 Or there with endlefs Groanings dwell. 
 
 X. 
 
 Thou, who with Healing in thy Wings, 
 Blefs'dSun of Righteoufnefs, didftrife, 
 
 AlWbvVeign Balm thy Advent brings, 
 Enough to cure the World of Vice. 
 
 Souls once baptiz'd, and clear'd from Stain^ 
 
 Let not the foul Fiend foil again. 
 
 Upon 
 
(99) 
 
 Upon a Deceasd Friend. 
 
 By Mrs. Octavia Walsh. 
 
 I. 
 
 H E N in full Strength, with dire Convulfi- 
 
 (ons feiz'd^ 
 The Soul and Body with left Struggling 
 
 (part, 
 
 Than I with thee ; diftra&ed and amaz'd, 
 I flighted all the boafted Help of Art. 
 
 IL 
 
 Light of my Eyes ! Sole Comfort of ray Mind ! 
 
 While Years on Years fucceffively did roll, 
 To thee my Hopes, my Wifhes were confin'd $ 
 
 Thou to my Body were't th' infpiring Soul. 
 
 III. 
 
 When abfent, (as the Sun, in Clouds obfcur'd, 
 Will fcatter here and there fome cheerful Ra\ 
 
 Thy Influence cheer'd me ; I thy Lofs endur'd, 
 As Winter Weather, or as rainy Days. 
 
 O 2 
 
 i 
 
( ioo ) 
 
 IV. 
 
 But when cold Death his fatal Summons gave, 
 
 And fnaterrd thee, yielding, from my longing Sight : 
 
 My joys, I thought, with thee had found a Grave > 
 
 My felf involved ineverlnfting Night. 
 .1 
 
 V. 
 
 But now a brighfef Scene comes crowding on; 
 
 My Fears difperfe, my Sorrows fleet away, 
 As gathering Mites before the riling Sun, 
 
 And fhew a clear, a far more glorious Day* 
 
 VI. 
 
 i fee. you now, with bright Archangels, crowtfd, 
 Adoring him who gave to all Things Birth } 
 
 With awful Love, with Rev'rence profound, 
 You finifh there what you begun on Earth, 
 
 VIL 
 
 Within t je Veil you IS got, and, Face to Face^ 
 
 Survey the vaft setheria) Reahiis of Light, 
 No longer gaze thro' a coiitrafringGlafs, 
 
 Nor walk by Faith, but glut your raviiVd Sight. 
 
 VIIL 
 
 Now tow rds the Shore of long Eternity 
 Sometimes, methinks, my Friend directs his Pate, 
 
 And kindly afts of Fate concerning me, 
 Where in her Book my Period finds a PJace. 
 
 o 
 
( ioi ) 
 
 IX. 
 
 O happy Seafon ! when we there fhall meet, 
 (I landed fafe from Life's tempeftuous Main) 
 
 With joyful Hearts and kind Embraces greet, 
 Renew old Friendfhip 3 ne er to part again ! 
 
 X. 
 
 Then wilFt thou lead me to th 5 eternal King, 
 Whofe glorious Prefence makes all Pleafures flow, 
 
 And there I'll worfhip that perpetual Spring, 
 
 Whofe Streams appeared fo bright in Thee below. 
 
 Con- 
 
( 102 ) 
 
 Contempt of the World. 
 
 By the Sam e. 
 
 I. 
 
 OND, flatt'ring World ! thou ne'er fliaJt 
 
 (boaft 
 A Conqueft o'er me more. 
 
 Since what in thy Purfuit I loft. 
 
 This Cottage will reftore. 
 
 II. 
 
 Following thofe Jdys which Folly brings 
 
 And thy alluriAg Charms, 
 I from the Viper drew his Sting, 
 
 And huss'd him in my Arms. 
 
 411. 
 
 My Reafon long in Chains was led, 
 
 Like an imprifon'd Slave, 
 Or as a Wretch that long was dead 5 
 
 No Liberty could have. 
 
 Without 
 
( *°3 ) 
 
 IV. 
 
 Without my Reafon I enjoy'd 
 All thy weak Pow'r could faring, 
 
 Which fhew'd thy own was not deftroy'd, 
 But knew the ufelefs Thing. 
 
 V. 
 
 For with thofe Slaves that follow thee. 
 
 And thy Enjoyments charm, 
 Strong Reafon never can agree^ 
 
 But all thy Force difarm. 
 
 VL 
 
 Kind Solitude brought in its Power, 
 
 And fliew'd thy gilded Bait $ 
 I like a Wretch got fafe afliore j 
 
 See > what Misfortunes wait. 
 
 vn. 
 
 Upon the Sea when once I fail'd, 
 And, as I thought, from Harm, 
 
 My captive Reafon ne'er bewail'd, 
 Nor faw the coming Storm. 
 
 vni. 
 
 But now, within this little Creek, 
 
 Where I at Anchor ride, 
 I view the Rocks which others break, 
 
 And fcorn the Wind and Tide. 
 
 Refolving 
 
i w ) 
 
 IX. 
 
 Refolving that 111 never truft 
 The treach'rous Opean more, 
 
 But here will mix my humble Duft, 
 With thine, O happy Shore ! . 
 
 " 
 
 
 I 
 
 . i 
 
 
 
 ON 
 
( io5 ) 
 
 O N 
 
 SOLITUDE. 
 
 By the Same. 
 I. 
 
 'ELCOME, ye Sylvan Shades and cryftal 
 
 (Springs, 
 Where Innocence and harmlefs Pleasures 
 
 (reft. 
 Welcome to me, as Vi&ory to Kings, 
 
 Or Life and liberty to Slaves oppreft. 
 
 n. 
 
 In this Recreat permit me now to feek 
 
 For my own felt, from whom I long have ftray'd ; 
 For 'tis almoIt 5 ye Pow'rs, a tedious Week, 
 
 Since here we parted in this facred Shade, 
 
 P 
 
 Ire 
 
( ic6) 
 III. 
 
 I 10 the noify Town have been confin'd, 
 
 Whence Innocence ah fweet Contentment flies, 
 
 Where moil, though to their greateft Follies blind, 
 Yet fliun themfelves as much as if they'd Eyes. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Buify Defigns, and how to gain their End, 
 Take up the thinking Portion of their Time ; 
 
 So they the Promontory can afcend, 
 
 They never matter by what Steps they climb. 
 
 He that's in Love with Gold, feeks how to drain 
 His Neighbour's Bags, and fill his own with Pelf; 
 
 Afecond, as ridiculouily vain, 
 
 Tramples on others to exalt himfelf. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Thofe Fame attracts are often prefs'd with Fear, 
 Leaft others Worth their Tinfel fhould outihine, 
 
 *Tis Policy their Credit to impair, 
 
 That their own Drofs may pafs for current Coin. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Ah! mifeiable Fate of humane Kind ! 
 
 How much deprav'd, howfalfn from that high State 
 Which gracious Heav n for them at firft defign'd, 
 
 Till the curs'd Apple did our Woe create ? 
 
 Society 
 
( ic 
 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Society, the greateft Blifs of Life, 
 
 Is now to Man become the gresteft III • 
 
 By it at firft we purchafe endiefs Strife, 
 And find our Mifery increasing fiilh 
 
 IX. 
 
 Had our firfl Parents Company ne'er fought, 
 But, blefs'd in one another, liv'd alone, 
 
 The Serpent had not our Confufion wrought, 
 Nor Evt's Curiofity her Race undone* 
 
 p i 
 
 bi- 
 
( io8 ) 
 
 DIVINE LOVE. 
 
 By the Same. 
 I. 
 
 JEturn, my Soul. Ah ! take a noble Flight, 
 
 Reverfe not what by Nature would afcend, 
 
 Nor draw the tender Twig, which grows up- 
 
 (right, 
 To an unfeemly and diftorted Bend. 
 
 II. 
 
 As the bright Flame, when upward it afpires, 
 Gives chearful Light and kindly Heat to all • 
 
 But when afide it Hants, devouring Fires, 
 In fcorching Ruins, round its Center fall. 
 
 III. 
 
 So Love's the nobleft Paffion of the Mind, 
 
 The Source oP Glory, Happinefs, and Fame, 
 When upwards Cent j but when afiJe inclin'd, 
 It proves a fcorching and ignoble Flame. 
 
 it! 
 
( io9 ) 
 
 It burns up'Reafon, and the noble Pow'rs, 
 
 Makes- Vice and Virtue, Right and Wrong, the fame ; 
 
 The inward Peace with raging Flame devours, 
 And Things can only dirr rent make in Name. 
 
 V. 
 
 So the vain Prophets with unhallow'd Fire, 
 
 Did the Pure Shrine of Israels God profane^ 
 
 Whofe Anger made them in the Flames expire^ 
 A Sacrifice to his polluted Fane. 
 
 UPON 
 
C no) 
 
 U P ON 
 
 D E A T H. 
 
 By the Same. 
 
 g^^^ Death, thou Comforter of Minds diftrefs^d. 
 Thou joyful Port and Harbour of the Blefs^d i 
 Thou kindeft Friend, or mo ft ill-natur\I Foe, 
 That wretched Mortals here can undergo ? 
 How difmal does thy Face to thofe appear, 
 Who mifemploy their precious Talents here ? 
 Often they wilh, but wiih, alas ! in vain, 
 That flying Time were in their Pow'r again : 
 But unconccrn'd and deaf to all their Cry, 
 Death gives Defpair, inftead of a Reply. 
 But to the Good thou bring ft eternal Joy, 
 Treafures of Blifs, without the lea ft Alloy : 
 With what glad Eyes they look thec in the Face ! 
 Nothing's fo welcome as thy cold Embra'cc : 
 
 After 
 
C m ) 
 
 After a Life of various Sotrows pafs'd, 
 
 For Peace into thy Arms they ruih at laft: 
 
 By this we fee thou were't at firft defign'd 
 
 A fov 'reign Med'cine to reftore Mankind, 
 
 Till by Corruption they would Evil know, 
 
 And make their beft of Friends their greateft Foe. 
 
 Vain Mortal! do not then of Death complain, 
 
 And him accufe as Author of your Pain • 
 
 Since 'tis your Self which gives to Death his Sting, 
 
 And your own Sins your own Confiilion bring. 
 
 Tht 
 
( 112 ) 
 
 The Goodnefs of Providence. 
 
 By the Same. 
 
 I. 
 
 Let our Praife afcend the Skies, 
 From Heav'ri and Earth its Accents rife 
 In Glory, to Heav n's mighty King : 
 O ! let our Praife his Courts afcend. 
 The vaulted Skies in funder rend, 
 
 And fall Before that never-ceafing Spring. 
 
 II. 
 
 That Powr which Being did bellow 
 On Heav'n above and Earth below, 
 
 And what the Ocean hides ; 
 Which fix'd the Stars, in yielding Air, 
 And told the raging Sea, how far 
 
 It might advance its Tides, 
 
 Whofc 
 
( H3 ) 
 III. 
 
 Whofe Word alone Mankind did frame, 
 Whofe Word alone deftroys the fame, 
 
 And turns again to Clay ; 
 Whofe Word disjoins the trembling Earth, 
 And gives Mankind a fecond Birth, 
 
 To endlefs Night or Day. 
 
 IV. 
 
 In me his Glory he difplay'd, 
 
 The Creature which his Hand has made; 
 
 Yet pleas'd his Might to fhow ; 
 In making me fierce Terrors tafte, 
 In earthly Happinefs firft plac'd, 
 
 To make my Fall more low. 
 
 V. 
 
 When funk in Anguilh and Defpair, 
 He ftiew'd a tender Father's Care, 
 
 Who does wild Sonscorreft; 
 And tho' fometimes he hides his Face, 
 Denies his never-failing Grace, 
 
 He will me not re;e£l. 
 
 VI. 
 
 He fhew'd me plain when Life he lent, 
 It was not to be idly fpent 
 
 In fublunary Joy • 
 But that tow'rds Heaven I bend my Mi#d, 
 And there eternal Pleafures find, 
 Which know of no Alloy. 
 
 Q Wh*t 
 
( "4 ) 
 
 VII. 3 
 
 \Vhat Lover ut'd fuch gentle Art, 
 In gaining of an equal Heart, 
 
 As this great King for mine ? 
 His Rival firft he did remove, 
 Then to revive my deadend Love, 
 
 He try'd by Ways divine. 
 
 vni. 
 
 O facred Lord, tho' Earth denies 
 To my poor Life its due Supplies, 
 
 And Heav'n in Anger lours ; 
 Though o'er my Head its Thunders break, 
 The Ground convulfive Terrors fliake, 
 
 And raining Flame devours 5 
 
 IX. 
 
 Though Mountains to high Heav'n afpire 
 In furious Streams of liquid Fire, 
 
 And Hell difplays its Woes; 
 Though the wide Ocean feels its Pow'rs, 
 And raging Flame its Waves devours. 
 
 And all its Depths difclofe; 
 
 Yet, in thy Mercy ftill fecure, 
 
 Thefe Storms with Patience I'll endure. 
 
 And with their Fury cope * 
 Their dreadful Force may move my Fear, 
 But ne'er ihall make me once defpair, 
 
 Or lofe in thee my Hope. One 
 
( "5 ) 
 
 XL 
 
 One Look of thine fhall ftrait difpel^ 
 Chain up the Furies that rebel^ 
 
 And fo the Blefled fave $ 
 Or elfe thou canft their Souls remove 
 To thine eternal Realms above 3 
 
 To triumph o er the Grave* 
 
 <** 
 
 THI 
 
c»o 
 
 THE 
 
 Forty fecond Pfalnx 
 
 By the Same. 
 
 I. 
 
 [Corch'd up with Heat, and tir'd with eager 
 
 (Chace, 
 The weary Hart to fome clofe Po.vert flies, 
 
 Deftroy'd with Thirft, yet dares hot quit the 
 
 (Place, 
 Tho' for the cool refrelhing Streams he dies. 
 
 n. . ; % 
 
 So longs my Soul for that all-pleafing Sight, 
 
 When, this frail Cafe diffolv'd, I leave the Shrine, 
 
 And then, inverted witlr^eternal Light, 
 In my great Maker's glorious Prefence fhine. 
 
 III. 
 
 A Thirft for God is my defiring Soul, 
 
 As the parch'd Earth, to drink the kindly Show'r ; 
 f or Him -yvho wai e'er Tiqaei>egan to roll, 
 And will be, when all Nature is no more. 
 
 Ah! 
 
(H7) 
 
 IV, 
 
 Ah! when fhalll into his Prefence come? 
 
 When in his Holy Sanftu'ry appear ? 
 When this mean World no more {hall be my Home, 
 
 But Angels guard me thro' the yielding Air. 
 
 While 5 here confuvd, black Cares my Soul opprefs, 
 By Day my Tears my anxious Food have been 3 
 
 A fad Repaft is furnifh'd by Diftrefs, 
 
 And Night ftill reprefents the mournful Scene. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Sight of my Woes makes Atheists bold enquire, 
 Where's now the God who do's thy Caufe maintain ? 
 
 Their wild Demands fo raife my angry Fire, 
 That I no longer can my felf contain. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Till muling on the dark Decrees of Fate, 
 
 In fome thick Shade, remov'd from human View, 
 
 My Heart with Sighs, with Tears my Eyes relate 
 The various Croffes which my Life purfue. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Till Thought my fcatter'd-Reafon's Aid regains, 
 And bids me tell the bold unthinking Crowd, 
 
 If you would fee Avhat Friend my Caufe maintains, 
 Repair with me into the Houfe of God : 
 
 There 
 
( "8) 
 
 IX. 
 
 There will you find, that one who judgment feels, 
 May not be always th' Objefl: of his Hate ; Li 
 
 In Stripes fometimes his Mercy he reveals, 
 His Anger oft in high exalted State. 
 
 X. 
 
 But why, oh ! why fo heavy, O my Soul ? 
 
 Why art thou thus with Iron Grief opprefs'd ? 
 Defpair and Darknefs all thy Pow'rs controll, 
 
 And difmal Thoughts devour thy balmy Reft. 
 
 XL 
 
 O! think on him whofe Might unbounded lies, 
 Whofe Mercy, like the Deep, no Limit knows, 
 
 Whofe facred Arm thy Aire Prote£lion is ; 
 Thy God Omnipotent afferts thy Caufe. 
 
 DAVIDV 
 
( »9 ) 
 
 DAVIDS Lamentation for 
 Saul and Jonathan. 
 
 II S AMU E L i. 19. 
 
 AlterM from Mr. Sandts. 
 
 $$£$£$ Israel, thy only Beauty's fled, 
 
 Held in the lafting Prifons oFthe Dead : 
 
 How are the Mighty falfn! The Heaps of 
 
 (Slain 
 
 Pollute the Mountains, and their Verdure ftain. 
 
 The fhining Vallies wear a Crimfon Face, 
 
 And clotted Gore obfcures the fpringing Grafs. 
 
 O let it not in Heathen Gath be known ! 
 
 Nor tell it in uncircumcis'd Askalon ; 
 
 Left the fad Story of our Lofs excite 
 
 An impious Joy, and caufe a dire Delight ; 
 
 Left, full of Pride, their fpiteful Pleafures flow, 
 
 Exulting on the Torrent of our Woe .• 
 
 Left their curs'd Daughters fhould their Cymbals ring, 
 
 In fcornful Triumph, o'er a flaughter c King. 
 
 O ! never any grateful Off rings pay 
 
 On thedetefted Hills of Gilboa ; 
 
 Nov 
 
C *20 ) 
 
 Nor let the Morning Dews, nor fruitful Show'rs, 
 
 Kefrefh their Tops, nor cloath their Skirts with Flow'rs* 
 
 The Mighty there, fuccefslefs, loft the Day, 
 
 Their Shields were broke, and vilely caft away : 
 
 Saul and his Arms were made a welcome Spoil, 
 
 As if not fan&ify'd with facred Oil. 
 
 In tented Fields were many Battles won 
 
 By the unerring Bow of Jonathan : 
 
 His Arrows on the Fat of Slaughter fed, 
 
 And ftill returnM with Scarlet Conqueft red. 
 
 Saul never rais d his royal Arm in vain, 
 
 But ftill his Sword was glutted with the Slain. 
 
 How lovely, O, how pleafant were their Lives ! 
 
 Happy that neither to this Lofs furvives ! 
 
 Thofe whom a living Love fo firmly ty'd, 
 
 The fierceft Stroke of Death could not divide. 
 
 Not tow'ring Eagles were fo fwift as they, 
 
 Nor Lions half fo ftrong, when at the Dawn of Day 
 
 They put on all their Might, and grumble o'er their 
 
 (Prey. 
 
 Ye Israelitish Daughters, weep forSAUL, 
 
 In Floods of Tears lament the Might y's Fall: 
 
 Weep ye for Saul, who crowri'd your Days with Peace, 
 
 And blefs'd you with the beft of Earth's Encreafe: 
 
 He put you Robes of Tyrian Purple on, 
 
 Pond'rous with Gems which glitter'd like the Sun : 
 
 He folac'd you with ev'ry new Delight, 
 
 And made your Beauty's Charms outfhine the Light, 
 
 How, Israel, are thy valiant Men devoured 
 
 By the remorfelefs Fury of the Sword? 
 
 O haplcfs 
 
 
( 121 ) 
 
 haplefs Jonathan ! the better Part 
 Of this divided^ bleeding, broken Heart, 
 The favage Rocks have drunk thy facred Bloody 
 My Brother ! O how kind wcit thou, how good ! 
 
 1 am diftrefs'd, my Nature's all at Strife, 
 And link: beneath th' unweildy Load of Life. 
 The Sight of Thee was Rapture to my Soul, 
 My Brother ! O ! my Happinefs, my All ! 
 Such wondrous Love was never known before. 
 No Man for Man fuch matchlefs Kindnefs bore. 
 No Woman., fir'd with all the Charms of Love, 
 Could half fo faithful or fo conftant prove. 
 But, oh ! this mighty Lover's falln in Fight, 
 And all his Glories fet in endlefs Night, 
 
 
 R 
 
 HU< 
 
( 122 ) 
 
 HUMANE LIFE. 
 
 Correffedfrom an old Copy of the Lord Bacon* 
 
 !HE World's a Bubble, and the Life of Man 
 
 Lets than the Compafs of the ihorteft Span ; 
 
 When flrft conceived, he's wretched in the 
 
 (Womb, 
 And curs'd e en from the Cradle to the Tomb. 
 
 As he advances, and grows ripe in Years, 
 
 He links beneath the Weight of Hopes and Fears. 
 
 Who then to frail Mortality would trufl, 
 
 Draw Lines in Water, and write Wit in Duft? 
 
 Yet whilft with Sorrow here we live oppreft, 
 
 Well fee what Life bids faireft to be beft. 
 
 Courts are but formal, fuperficial Schools, 
 To ripen Blockheads, and to dandle Fools : 
 The rural Part is but a larger Den, 
 Where Brutes frifk wanton in the Shapes of Men. 
 And where s a City from all Vice fo free, 
 But may be termed the worft of all the Three. 
 Domefhck Strife affli&s the Hufband's Bed, 
 Or Antlers bud fo hard they pain Ins Head : 
 
 Some 
 
( I2 5 ) 
 
 Some call a Single Life a cruel Curfe, 
 
 And then they're forc'd to marry or do worfe. 
 
 They that are barren think themfelves undone^ 
 
 They that have Children wifh they could have none, 
 
 What is't to have or be without a Wife 3 
 
 But fingle Thraldom or a double Strife. 
 
 Our own Affe&ions ftill at Home to pleafe^ 
 
 Is the worft Symptom of a bad Difeafe : 
 
 To brave a Storm 5 to gain a foreign Soil^ 
 
 Is hardy Courage and a fruitlefs Toil : 
 
 The noify Wars affright us^ when they ceafc 3 
 
 We but grow lazy^ and are dull in Peace. 
 
 What then remains^ but that we all fiiould cry.. 
 
 Not to be born^ or when we're born 3 to dye. 
 
 Ra 
 
 THE 
 
( *H ) 
 
 THE 
 
 Banquet of the Sacrament. 
 
 AlterM from Mr. He r be rt* 
 
 flQ5gyS|p/ Welcome, fweet, and facrcd Cheer, 
 The Banquet of my Saviour dear! 
 O ! with me, in me, ever dwell ! 
 Thy Charms pafs Tongue to tafte or tell ! 
 
 Thy Neatnefs entertains my Sight 
 
 With Admiration and Delight ! 
 
 The Spicy Flavour of the Bowl, 
 
 Enflames, tranfports, fills all my Soul. 
 
 Has fome bright Star forfook its Sphere, 
 
 And dropt celeftial Jelly here? 
 
 Like Sugar melted into Wine : 
 
 O ! 'tis all Rapture, ( 'tis divine ! 
 
 Or has the Sweetnefs of the Bread 
 
 Rally'd it felf into an Head, 
 
 To conquer the vile Smell of Sill, 
 
 Left that curs d Enemy fhould win ? 
 
 O ! neither Spices, Stars, nor Flowers, 
 
 Could ever Ihed fuch balmy Pow'rs; 
 
 Nothing 
 
( 125) 
 
 Nothing but God, who Flefh aflumes, 
 Can comfort Hearts, and give Perfumes, 
 
 As Pomander, and fragrant Wood, 
 Retain their Odours always good ; 
 But, after bruizing, fweetly vent 
 A nobler, more enlivning Scent. 
 So the Great God, who ru]es Above, 
 Was broken to difplay his Love. 
 For when I had forgot my Birth, 
 The humble Produft of the Earth • 
 My felf in worldly Joys had drown'd, 
 And here lay grov'ling on the Ground: 
 Then God took Flefh, and needs would be 
 Wounded, and kilfd, to raife up me. 
 Rais'd, he commands me to look up, 
 And meet him fweetly in a Cup. 
 But me, in Statuie very Ihort, 
 Unbred, and diftant from the Court^ 
 The Wine infpir'd, and did convey 
 My ravifh'd Soul on Wings away. 
 By Help of that alone I fly 
 Up to the Palace of the Sky. 
 O ! there I find for what I fue ! 
 Q! there my deareft Lord I view-! 
 He wipes my Eyes, and lets me fee 
 The Wounds which bled fo much for me. 
 
 Tl 
 
 n* 
 
( «* ) 
 
 This wondrous" Pity will I choofc 
 For the dear Theme of ev'ry Mufe : 
 This fhall affwage the Pains of Death • 
 This fhall employ my Hands and Breath, 
 My Hands and Breath, my Verfe and Life 3 
 Shall drive in this, and love the Strife* 
 
 On 
 
C 127 ) 
 
 On the Paffion of St. Agnes. 
 
 From Prudentius, by Bifhop Patrick, 
 
 I. 
 
 IHEN from the Body's heavy Chains below 
 
 A godlike Soul efcapes. and mounts the 
 
 (Sky, 
 
 The Guardian Angels gladly with her go, 
 
 A fhining Track^ a milky Way they fly. 
 
 IL 
 
 Then fhe looks down, and, wond'ring, views the Place, 
 Where Earth's dark Globe fo far beneath her lies ; 
 
 Whatc er the Sun gilds in his winding Race, 
 Whate er embroils us here, fhe dares defpife* 
 
 in. 
 
 The difmal Hurricane of humane Life $ 
 
 Around by Time and Chance Things blindly hurl'd ; 
 Great Kings with High and Mighty States at Strife, 
 
 Swell'd with the Pomp of a ridiculous World ; 
 
 Hqvj 
 
C n8) 
 
 IV. 
 
 How Man for Gold, as for his Heav n contends • 
 How to true Hell for that falfe Heav'n he goes : 
 
 Who Gold on ftately Buildings madly fpends, 
 Or on gay Furniture as vain as thofe. 
 
 She fees how Man by Paflions is unmanned, 
 
 His Rage,Fears,Longings, join'd with dangerous Toil, 
 
 Much Grief, fhort Joy, black Envy's fmoaking Brand, 
 His faireft Hopes, and brighteft Honours foil. 
 
 VL 
 
 But worft of air our Ills beneath the Sun, 
 
 She fees the Church with Heathen Chriftians filfd i 
 
 Lord ! with true Christian Souls bring mine for one, 
 
 Thro' thefe black Clouds, to Christ, my Sun and 
 
 (Shield. 
 
 ) 
 
 THE 
 
C 129 ) 
 
 THE 
 
 HISTORY 
 
 OF THE 
 
 Prophet JONAH. 
 
 From the Learned Grot iu s. 
 
 .Mperial Nineveh furvey'd with Pride 
 ' The neighboring Nations^onquer'd or defy'd. 
 Fortune had fcatter'd o er her fpacious Land 
 
 AWaitFbf Plenty with a lavifli Hand. 
 
 But curs'd with Glory, and undone with State, 
 
 Ignoble were her Sons, and vilely great. 
 
 In fo much Splendor ne'er did Vice appear ; 
 
 Vice reign'd in Pomp, and rode in Triumph here. 
 
 Still as their Wealth encreas'd, they funk in Eafe, 
 
 As Surfeits ever nourifh a Difeafe, 
 
 
 Till 
 
(' >3 G ) 
 
 'Till Gor> began his Anger to engage ; 
 
 God is but (lowly kindled into Rage ' 
 
 The trembling Air with Peals of Thunder fhook, 
 
 When Great Jehovah thus his Seer befpoke. 
 
 I Jonah, (infpir'd with a capacious Mind, 
 
 Tokft'ow the Depths of Fate with Vengeance join d, 
 
 And Tongue prophetick to declare the Doom 
 
 Of Nations undeftroy.<l, and Woes to come) 
 
 Where Tigris' rapid Streams their Tribute brine, 
 
 Speed Jafow thy Way, fcarch out tV A s s yrian King, , 
 
 And make hisjhaughty.'Courtiwith facred"Clamoui\ 
 
 (ring. 
 Thro' the whole City let my Terrors fly, 
 
 To rouze them from their finful Lethargy ; 
 
 Their Boldnefs has not fparM my Holy Land, 
 
 They dare my Wrath, and Punifhment demand ; 
 
 Audacious Crimes in fuch vafl Heaps arife, 
 
 As fill the Earth, and mount the very Skies. 
 
 This is.my Will, and this, my Seer, relate; *} 
 
 Yet be not rafh, exhort as well as threat, > 
 
 And, lb! my Judgments on thy flighted Errand wait. J 
 
 But he, vain Wretch! believing he could fly 
 The boundlefs Ken of an all-feeing Eye, 
 Made an Attempt to feek another Land, 
 To fhun his God, and his refusal Command. 
 Wayward he hopes the craggy Shores to gain, 
 Where Taurus^ lofty Cliffs o erlook the Main. 
 There lies in th 5 utmoflCoafl, of ancient Fame, 
 A Jewish" Port, and Joppa is its Name- 
 Here 
 
( *3* ) 
 
 Here were the Fetters of the beauteous *Maid, 
 And here appeared brave Perseus to her Aid : 
 Hither the gloomy Prophet took his Way, 
 And found a VefTel leaving then the Bay, 
 For Cydnus bound; then fhipp'd himfelf in her, 
 And mixing with the Crew, turn'd Mariner; 
 Slighting the Care of his propitious God, 
 To truft for Help on feeble, faithlefs Wood. 
 
 At firfl the Ship was bletYd with profp'rous Gales, 
 
 Soft blew the Wind, and gently fwell'd the Sails : 
 
 The Surface imooihly flow'd on either Side, 
 
 And wanton Dolphins play d upon the Tide. 
 
 The wifh'd foi. 1 arsus juft appear'd before, 
 
 The lower a YaU^had almoft toucrfd the Shore, 
 
 Down were the Anchors diopt, and twas effayUto^ 
 
 (rnqoi 
 When, lo ! afcit.il Storm began to ri'e, 
 
 The Billows rag\t, and vaulted to the Sfi&H 
 
 Thick, horrid Darknefs tHra the W f &l 
 
 Arm'd with the Vengeance of an angry Gor». 
 
 Thunder proclaimed the Wrath divine aloud, 
 
 New Rivers ran in Streams from eVry' Cloud; 
 
 No ftarry Spark with glimili'ring Li^lre ilione, 
 
 But Seas and Clouds were minded all in one, 
 
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 Nothing but Flaihes of fulphureous Light, (Night. 
 
 Which fnatchM the Gloom, and made "more dreadful 
 
 All Nature wore Confufion in her Face, 
 
 And griev'd, as jrvftled to a lower Place. 
 
 On Jonahs Ship this mighty Tempeft bore, 
 
 Broke all the Cables, all the Canvas tore, 
 
 S 2 Shiver'd 
 
 * And romeda. 
 
( !?* ) 
 
 Shiver'd the Mafts, not able to engage 
 
 Such fierce Attacks of Elemental Rage. 
 
 The cloven Keel let in the rulhing Waves, 
 
 Prefage too certain of approaching Graves. 
 
 A ghaftly Palenefs in each Face appears : 
 
 Grim Death, fo nigh, increafes ftill their Fears. 
 
 The brutilh Crew, ne'er taught the righteous Way, 
 
 Who from their Infancy had gone aftray, 
 
 By Parents warp'd to fuperfUtious Modes, 
 
 Send up their fev'ral Vows to fev'ral Gods. 
 
 Worfhip profane ! a Piety in Shew ! 
 
 To ferve falfe Gods, when they fiiould ferve the true. 
 
 Their Medly-Oraifons quite fill'd the Air, 
 
 Addrefs'd in vain to thofe who cannot hear : 
 
 In vain of Stocks and Stones they beg Relief, 
 
 Gods formed by Men, who could not know their Grief. 
 
 Some to their Country-Kings Devotion paid, 
 
 Rais'd into Stars, yet impotent of Aid. 
 
 Some, with loft Vows, a thoufand Gods implor'd, 
 
 Some all the Hoft of Heavn and Earth ador'd ; 
 
 Others invok'd all Jason's Family, 
 
 Gorgon s, and Beafh, feignd People of the Sky, 
 
 And all that throng the Pagan Breviary. 
 
 The Mafter, with amazing GrieFpofleft, 
 
 Pour'd out with Sighs and Tears his vain Requeft, 
 
 That fafe the Ship the Tar si an Coaft might reach, 
 
 And land the Crew and Lading on the Beach ; 
 
 In vain ! their Hopes were with their Wealth accurft, 
 
 That Wealth they fought to quench their eager Thirft m > 
 
 The 
 
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 The Love of which firft free'd their Souls from Fear, 
 And promised future Eafe for prefent Care : 
 The precious Load, which made them brave the Sea, 
 Endure all Ills, and taught their Tongues to pray 
 Mufl now be thrown into the boift'rous Deep, 
 Left it fhould aid the Winds, and fink the Ship. 
 
 Mean while, the fatal Caufe of all their Woe, 
 Amidftthe Storm, fecurely flept below: 
 Whether his Senfes faild thro' confeious Fear, 
 And found in Sleep an Interval of Care ; 
 Twas not fuch Sleep as gives the Body Eafe, 
 But a flow, torpid Dozing, to appeafe 
 His troubled Mind, as Fogs becalm the Seas, 
 Or whether God himfelf this Numbnefs wrought, 
 Carting a dark Oblivion o'er his Thought : 
 Th' Effe£t was plain • thefe Tumults of the Deep 
 Rous'd not his Soul, nor broke his ftupid Sleep. 
 Th* aftonifh'd Mafter could no longer bear 
 To fee him ileep when Danger was fo near : 
 When others were employed with utmoft Strife 
 To Tcape th 1 impending Hazards of their Life, 
 But came, and with a louder Call awoke 
 The holy Sluggard, and, enrag'd, thus fpoke, 
 
 <c What mean you, Sleeper ? If you own a Goi>, 
 <c Befeech his Succour • tremble at his Rod ! 
 <c In vain a God from Parents is receiv'd, 
 cc Unlefs you worihip whom you have believ'd* 
 cc Implore his Pardon then, your Gob may be 
 cc Sooner than others touch d with Mifery, 
 
 "And 
 
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 cc And, more to Mercy prone > may raife hts Arm. 
 cc To flop our Fate, and fave us from the Storm. 
 
 The Sailors thought that fome devoted Head 
 
 A loud Complaint for fpeedy Vengeance made. 
 
 And on Debate with joint Confcnt decree 
 
 That one fhould fuffer all the reft to free. 
 
 An Urn they then prepare In folemn State, 
 
 Whereout to draw the dire Event of Fate. 
 
 To feek by Lot they one by one comply, 
 
 Heartlefs and pale, whomHeavn had doom'd to die, 
 
 To fhake the Urn with trembling Hands advance, 
 
 Dying with Fear left Death fhould be their Chance, 
 
 Free from the Rule of a determined Law, 
 
 Equal they thought the Hap to all that draw. 
 
 Not fo ; for 'twas the Living God's Decree, 
 
 Jonah fhould draw the Lot of Deftiny. 
 
 The fatal Prieft, full of his Woes to come, 
 
 Became a Prophet in the Prophet's Doom. 
 
 Trembling, the Wretch drew out the bloody Lot • 
 
 The Chance was fix'd on him, and they their Freedom 
 
 (got. 
 The Crew /unrounding, nowamaz'd, demand 
 
 His Name, his Family, his native Land 5 
 
 Why from his Country and his Friends lie fled, 
 
 What was his Bus nefs, and what Life had led ; 
 
 From what great Crimes the Provocation rofe, 
 
 Which made the Gods, and all their Storms, his Foe6 3 
 
 The Seer repJyM : cc I came of Hebrew Race, 
 
 " Jonah my Name, now mentionM with Difgrace. 
 
 c; Once 
 
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 V Once I was well employed to ferve my God, 
 
 cc On Sign's holy Hill, but fcorn'd his Rod, 
 
 * c Fool that I was, I fled his juft Command, 
 
 cc And now he comes with Vengeance in his Hand'. 
 
 * For whither could I fly, but he d perfue, 
 
 cC He whofurveys all Nature at a View? 
 
 cC The moft retir'd Recefles of the Skies 
 
 c Are open all to his difcerning Eyes. 
 
 " Thofe ftarry Orbs by him direfl their Courfe, 
 
 cc Their Light fupply'd from his ne'er-failing Source. 
 
 cc Thefe rolling Seas, and that ftupendous Earth, 
 
 <c From him, their great Creator, boaft their Birth: 
 
 cc When all was Horror, all eternal Night, 
 
 <€ His Word the ]arr of Nature fet aright, 
 
 cc His forming Word but fpoke, and blefs'd the| 
 
 (World with Light. , 
 
 The Sailors now flood trembling and amaz'd. 
 And, fadly filent, on each other gaz'd; 
 A Death-like Cold froze up their inward Parts, 
 Thriird in their Veins, and fjuver'd in their Hearts. 
 What Speech was left they to the Seer addrefs, 
 That he his Faults would to his God confefs, 
 And next, in Pity to themfelves, debate 
 By what Expedient they might fhun their Fate. 
 He nothing pleads, but calm and dauntlefs fays, 
 c Tis I who mull the raging Winds appeafe, 
 c And fall a Sacrifice to thefe tumultuous Seas. 
 ' Vengeance divine will thro' the Main perfue 
 c My guilty Head, but not endanger you. 
 
 CC 
 
 For 
 
( M# ) 
 
 u For take me up, and plunge me in the Deep, 
 
 cc And all your Cares, and all the Storms fhall fleep • 
 
 u My Death fhall fave your Lives, fhall lave the\ 
 
 (finking Ship. 
 cc What I deferve I cannot grudge to bear ; 
 
 u 111 kifs the Rod, and yield, but not defpair. 
 
 The Sailors, loth, contend with all their Pow'rs, 
 Buffet the Waves, and ply their greedy Prores, 
 The Prophet to preferve, and reach the TarsianJ 
 
 (Shores., 
 But all in vain, the Sails, when fpread on high, 
 
 The Winds oppofe, the Banks their Anchors fly ; 
 To meet their Force the crowding Billows prefs, 
 All Hopes forbidding ot defir'd Succefs ; 
 At length they ceas'd t' imploy a fruitlefs Care, 
 And with one Voice put up this pious Pray V. 
 
 cc O jufteft God ! we but with thee comply, 
 cc In drowning one whom thou hadH dooind to dye : 
 cc Spare to require of us his fated Breath, 
 <c Nor be fevere to punifh Death with Death. 
 cc No 111 from us we own him to deferve, 
 cc Nor with the Hunger of his Riches ftarvc. 
 cc No fecret Quarrel, no revengeful Strife, 
 cc Spurs us to take the Forfeit of his Life. 
 %c Thy fov'reign Will compells us to obey, 
 cc And we but follow where thou'dft led the Way. 
 cc Thou him demands we cannot choofe but give, 
 c ^For all muft dye when thou forbid'ft to live. 
 <c Thy Suppliants then from guiltlefs Blood acquit, 
 <c Nor punifh what we with Remorfe commit. 
 
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C 137) 
 
 And now they hoift on high the deftin'd Prey* 
 
 And plunge liim headlong in the raging Sea : 
 
 Soon as he fell, fled all the Winds away. 
 
 The Heavn clear'd up ? and reinthron'd the Day. 
 
 No more the Deep with foaming Billows fwells, 
 
 But fmiles ferene beneath th' Etesian Gales, 
 
 Which fmooth its wavy Breaft, and fill the peaceful^ 
 
 (Sails, 
 Struck with the Wonder of fo Orange a Thing, 
 
 The Sailors Gifts and Sacrifices bring, 
 
 To load the facred Fane of Judah's mighty King, 
 
 The horrid Rites of their falfe Gods abjure, 
 
 And with firm Vows th J Eternal One adore. 
 
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 Juft then a Whale, of moft portentous Size, 
 Came rolling by ; the tow'ring Billows rife 
 
 Before his ploughing Bread:, and, mounting, walh the\ 
 
 (Skies, 
 
 For God had fped the Monfter from his Cell, 
 Ready to catch the Prophet as he. fell : 
 Raised high above the Waves, his Jaws receive 
 The Caft-away, and fwallow him alive. 
 Strange to relate ! all hurtlefs he remains, 
 A new PoflefTor of the watry Plains : 
 Clos'd in the Monfter'sMaw, he breathes the Air ; 
 For God's all-faving Hand defends him there. 
 Leviathan moves, he feels the Waves obey^ 
 And beaten back depart to give him Way : 
 When he defifts, his rolling Motion laid, 
 The weighty Deep's incumbent on his Head. 
 
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 Who can believe a Living Soul could ftay, 
 
 Thus held a Captive, and o erwhelm'd with Sea ? 
 
 But yet it ftayd, tho 5 in fo dire a Place, 
 
 Till HeavVs blight Lamp had thrice renew'd his Race. 
 
 Chap. IL 
 
 THIS nows his Ship, his Prifon, his Abode, 
 And this the Temple where he ferves his God. 
 From hence his pious Thoughts afcend the Skies 
 In thefe pathetick Pray'rs and holy Cries. 
 
 cc Tho* God, incens'd, has juftly caft away, 
 a And giv'n me to the ftormy Main a Prey : 
 cc Tho' a fell Monfter grafps me in his Womb, 
 cc Bury'd alive in this tremendous Tomb : 
 u Tho' Nature finks, defpairing of Relief, 
 cc And but prolongs my wretched Life with Grief: 
 cc Yet (hall my PrayVs, o'er Clouds and Stars convey 'd s 
 <c Bring down my gracious Saviour to my Aid. 
 cC Pray rs in Diftrefs are never made in vain, 
 cc For Gon will hear, and blefs when I complain. 
 cc Great Judge, I flood confided in thy Sight, 
 u \nd thou haft piling 'd me in this Gulph of Night, 
 • f Where all thy Billows prefs me to the Ground, 
 Or, daftTdon Rocks, I back again rebound, 
 Or elfe am whirfd in endlefs Fddies round* 
 
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( 139.) 
 
 cc From every Shore the Streams encreafe the Weighty 
 
 <c And aggravate with cndlefs Floods my Fate. " 
 
 cc My Sins deferv'd this horrid noifom Place, 
 
 cc Banifh'd from Light, and thine all-cheering Face. 
 
 u Howe er this Hopes ftill left, to footh my Woe, 
 
 <c That I ihall yet into thy Temple go. 
 
 <c The happy Time will come for my Rcleafe, 
 
 cc To blefs my Gor> with Offerings of Peace. 
 
 cc But fee — refiftlefs Waves ftill proudly roll, 
 
 c< And ruth about me, to devour my Soul ; 
 
 cc A thoufand Weeds their filthy Fetters fpread, 
 
 <c And hold me captive in their oozy Bed. 
 
 cc Vaft Shoals of Sand my weary Body load, 
 
 <c And fix beneath their Hills my dark Abode. 
 
 <c See ! ev'ry Cliff its craggy Head uprears, 
 
 <c And feeks to chain me with eternal Bars : 
 
 <c Earth and each Rock more high and pondrous grow^ 
 
 cc To ftop my Rife, and make me (ink more low, 
 
 <c But yet, O God! in thee my Hope fhall dwell^ 
 
 <c That thou wjlft free me from thefe Jaws of HelL 
 
 <c O! guide my Paffage thro' this dreadful Night, 
 
 <c Pardon my Sins, and give me to the Light. 
 
 IC Tho my Soul faints beneath th' unequal Strife. 
 
 u And, gafping, hovers at the D&or of Life. 
 
 cc I'll ne'er defpair— * for Goi> my Help will be ; 
 
 <c Tis prefent Help, Q God, to think of thee! 
 
 <c My ardent Pray'rs like fmoakuig Inceafe rife, 
 
 <c In humble Boldnefs, and befiege the Skies* 
 
 * c My gracious God inclines a liftningEar^ 
 
 <c And freely grants what he vouchf'kfes to hear. 
 
 T 2 ^ Hence 
 
( MO ) 
 
 iZ Hence, ye fond Zealots, who this God defpife, 
 cc And place your Truft ih lying Vanities. 
 <c To PowYs advanc'd by fuperftitious Fears, 
 cc "You only fpend your Breath in fruitlefs Pray^s. 
 cc When God willfuccour, 'tis profanely mad 
 cc To bribe with Vows a Puppet-Idols Aid. 
 cc None can expeft the mighty King's Reward,- 
 " Who treat his Favours with fuch Difre^ard : 
 cc None can prefume his gracious Smiles to have, 
 <c Who flight the Monarch, to adore his Slave. 
 4C O! may I always that great God adore, 
 <c And on his Altars all my Off rings pour, 
 <c That loving Father, who fo kindly grants 
 <c Speedy Relief to all his Creatures Wants. 
 cc O ! may I always praife his holy Name, 
 cc Who was, is now, and will be ftill the fame. 
 
 The Pray V thus ended, reftlefs thro' the Sea 
 TheMonfler roam'd, as weary of his Prey; 
 Now floundVing high, he more outragious grew, 
 The Billows foairfd, the Storm began anew; 
 The Rocks refounded to his hideous Roar, 
 And briny Waves oertoppM the highert Shore. 
 The Beaft, by God & omnipotent Command, 
 His Courfe directed to the diftant Land ; 
 Forc'd, by refiftlefs Pqw r, from Nature's Laws, 
 At utmoft Stretch t' expand his horrid Jaws, 
 And from his hollow Paunch, with eager Hafte, 
 Th imprifon'd Prophet fafe on Land to caft* 
 
 Cbap. 
 
( Mi ) 
 
 Chap. III. 
 
 TFf Eternal Father thus the Prophet ihew'd, 
 That new Obedience would be Gratitude ; 
 So try'd him once again, and thus his Charge renew'd 
 
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 cc 
 
 Go, hafte to Nineveh, proclaim their Fate j 
 cc Their Ruin's certain, tho' it comes fo late. 
 
 Soon as the Seer the facred Mandate hears, 
 For his immediate Journey he prepares • 
 Full of Obedience, to his Bus'nefs falls, 
 And quickly gains the Mighty CiT y's Walls. 
 A Place fo fpacious could not well be pafs'd, 
 Till thrice the Sun had reach'd the diftant Weft! 
 
 Here he begins to meafure fo much Way, 
 As could with eafy Speed be gone that Day : 
 Yet two Parts were unpafs'd, tho* with the Light 
 He firft fet out, and travefd on 'till Night. 
 As he proceeds, he ev'ry where declares 
 This woful News in their aftonifh'd Ears : 
 <c E er forty Days their ftated Courfe have run, 
 " You and your Nineveh fhall be o erthrown. 
 
 Th' Inhabitants with trembling Hearts receive 
 The fatal Tidings, which they true believe. 
 
 With 
 
C 142 ) 
 
 With fhirpeft Cenfures they reform their Crimes, 
 And grieve for the Corruptions of the Tirr^ : 
 In folemn Fafting all at once engage, 
 Without Diftinftion, orofSex> or Age 9 
 The Court no more in gorgeous Garments thincs, 
 But hairy Sackcloth chafes their tender Loins. 
 The King himfelf, (on whom his Thoufands wait, 
 Forming a glorious Guard, an awful State, 
 While conqu'ring Arms remotefi 'Nations own, 
 Yielding a ready Tribute to his Crown) 
 Soon as the dreadful Meffage firikes his Ear, 
 Forfakes his Father's Throne, and ftoops to Fear. 
 The mighty Monarch, who fa late poffeft 
 All the rich Spoils of the luxuriant Eaft, 
 Had Kings his Slaves, whofe Word alone was Awe, 
 Govern d vaft States, and kept the World til law, 
 Now throws his Pomp, negle&ed, all away, 
 Preferring humble Weeds, and coarfe Array : 
 In open Air he makes the Ground his Bed, 
 Mourning with Duft and Afhes on his Head. 
 That thefe good A&s the better might fucceed, 
 His Lords to Council call d, 'twas foon decreed, 
 That all his Realm j fhould keep a GeiYral Faft, 
 By Edidt this fubpind to Man and BcafL 
 
 <c Let Man and Beg ft, ftript of their Glory, go 
 c< In Mourning all, to reftify our Woe. 
 ec The warlike Horfe, that paws the dufty Field, 
 c< And well deferves what all our Care can yield ; 
 <c The bleating Sheep, that fill the verdant Flains, 
 * c Wiioje golden Fleeces recompenfe our Pains, 
 
 « Shall 
 
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 * c Shall almoft faint away for Want of Food ; 
 * c No Goat (hall crop the Browzins of die Wood, 
 Cc No Beafl: the Meadows graze, or drink the running 1 
 
 (Flood. 
 cc Let Man and Beaft, cloath'd in the fame Array, 
 
 cc With Grief begin, with Grief conclude the Day, 
 
 € Itt Men their God addrefs with fuch loud Cries, 
 
 cc As may not fail to reach him thro the Skies. 
 
 c< Condemn each Error of their former Life, 
 
 <c Ceafe from Ojjpreffion, leave off envious Strife- 
 
 <c Soft Peace reftore, let go the finful Bands, 
 
 <c From Luft your Bodies clean, from Blood your Hands 
 
 cc In whatfoe'er they find they've gone aftray, 
 
 cc Repent, and turn into the righteous Way. 
 
 cc Who knows but Pray rs may reach the Mercy-Seat, 
 
 <c Avert thofe Ills which God's juft Judgments threat 
 
 cc Appeafe his kindled Rage, and fnatch us from cur 1 
 
 (Fate. 
 " Th J Event may crown our Hopes with blefs'd Succefs, 
 
 c< And God prolojig his Creatures Happinefs. 
 
 Penance prevailed ; for all, with one Confent, 
 Difmifs'd their Sins, and God their Puniihment.: 
 He gracioully looked down, and faw their Tears^ 
 From Sorrow flowing for their former Years. 
 He faw their Souls with Sins dire Fetters bleed, 
 Sunk with the Load, and longing to be free'd : 
 He bade the mufter'd Terrors all difband • 
 They f}ed, as he withdrew his ftretch'd-out Hand, 
 
 Chap, 
 
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( *44 ) 
 
 Chap. IV. 
 
 THE Seer difpleas'd hereat, his moody Mind 
 With inward Grief and fefVring Envy pined ; 
 Whether he wifVd to fee the City lie 
 In Ruins, due to its Impiety : 
 
 Or whether, fince good Heav'n the Doom deny'd, •. 
 He thought his Meffage was unratify'd : 
 However it was, fwoln big with Difcontent, 
 In thefe rafh Words gave he his Paffion Vent. 
 
 " Twas this which made me fly thy firft Command ; 
 cc This I fufpedted in my native Land. 
 <c Twas this which made me hire the Sailors Oars, 
 <c And feek a Refuge on the Tar si an Shores. 
 <c For well I knew, and Nineveh has proved 
 Cc How kind thou art, how eafy to be mov'd. 
 <c How fwift thy Mercy to Mens Succour flies ; 
 cc Of Pardon prodigal to Enemies? 
 cc Thy great Refolves their feeble Prayers unbend, 
 <c And thou forgivfl as faft as they offend. 
 <c Thy gentle Mind no Indignation bears, 
 cc But, hill of Pity, to each Wretch repairs, 
 
 <c To heal his wounded Soul, and eafe him of his\ 
 
 (Cares. - 
 cc If thou wilft then prcfervc trf Assyrian State, 
 <c Qnme pour all the Vengeance of thy Hate. 
 
 cc 
 
 Take 
 
( H5 ) 
 
 <c Take bad; thy little Gift of Life again, 
 
 <c Not valued, thus to be prolonged with Pain; 
 
 * c Death I more gladly choofe, or the tempeftuousj 
 
 (Main. t 
 To whom tff Almighty Father thus reply'd: 
 
 c< Should not the Matter be maturely weigh'd, 
 
 cc Before thou dare with me thy God to chide ? 
 
 <c Why ftiould thy Heart thus beat about its Cage,, 
 
 Fill'd with tormenting Spleen and caufelefs R^ge ? 
 
 cc 
 
 The wayward Prophet heard him with a Frown, 
 
 And left in Fury the detefted Town. 
 
 Forth at that Gate he took his hafty Way, 
 
 Where firft the Rifing Sun reveals the Day • 
 
 Then built a Booth^ and in the Entrance fate, 
 
 Expefting ev'ry Hour th' Event of Fate. 
 
 Here in the Cool he found a fweet Retreat 
 
 From his late Sorrow and the fultry Heat : 
 
 For here, to footh him, God a Plant had made, 
 
 Then call'd a Gourd, from its prodigious Shade ! 
 
 Which with its leafy Arms refrelh'd the Place, 
 
 And hid the Booth within its vaft Embrace : 
 
 Its leafy Arms wav'd with the fanning Wind, 
 
 Which quench'd the firy Beams, and calm'd his trou- 
 bled Mind, 
 But when the rofy Morn was fled away, 
 
 And the Sun mounted to the Noon of Day, 
 
 A pois'nous Infect, by God's Mandate fent, 
 
 Crept o'er the Plant, and into Pieces rent, 
 
 Forbidding it to draw its vital Nourifhment : 
 
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( 146 ) 
 
 With Heaps of verdant Ruins fcatter'd round, 
 Its blafted Head lay withering on the Ground. 
 
 The Sun had now gain'd his Meridian Heighth, 
 And fhone fo fierce, he fcorch'd the Earth with Light. 
 The fickly Steams, which putrify the Air, 
 To join the Heat by God's Command repair. 
 The Steams and Heat their keeneft Fury fhed 
 Dire&ly on the Prophet's naked Head ; 
 Before their Force his vanquilh'd Spirits fly, 
 Gafping, he links, and thus implores to die. 
 
 cc Why does my hated Soul prefume to flay, 
 
 cc To fee the Sorrows of this tedious Day ? 
 
 €C Oh ! how I envy thofe who know their Fate ; 
 
 <c Their Hours are bleft, all peaceful is their State. 
 
 cc Where's now the Sea, the Storms, the Monger's 
 
 (Womb, 
 cc To drown my Grief, and give a welcome Tomb ? 
 
 cc Or Tcap'd I thofe fmall Dangers of the Main, 
 
 f c To fink with weightier Woe, and feel eternal Pain ? 
 
 Th' Almighty here', his troubled Mind to fwage, 
 Afk'd cc if a trivial Lofs 'deferv'd fuch Rage? 
 cc If thefe loud Murmurs and Complaints were made 
 <c For the Privation of a little Shade ? 
 To whom the Prophet angrily rejoin'd : 
 cc Tis not a caufelefs Rage enflames my Mind, 
 <c But a juft Wilh— O ! with my Wiih comply, 
 if Take back my Soul, and give me Leave to die. 
 
 < c Frophet, 
 
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 cc Prophet, how can'ft thou into Paffion ftray, 
 cc Th' Almighty faid, when Reafon guides the Way ? 
 <c Is all this fallen Difcontent, to fpare 
 cc A worthlefs Gourd, a Plant below thy Care ? 
 cc A worthlefs Gourd, not by thy Labour fown, 
 
 c Not by thy Water rais'd, nor Sunfhine grown* 
 c€ Torm'd for my Pleafure, by my Leave enjoy 'd, 
 
 c In one Night nourilh'd, and one Day deftroy'd. 
 " Can'ft thou for fuch a trifling Nothing rave ? 
 
 c < Yet pine my Love th' Assyrian Flowr fhouldl 
 
 (fave,/ 
 <c The City fill'd with many Nations, from the\ 
 
 (Grave, 
 u Where if my Meffengers of Wrath prevail, 
 
 cc At once mull States and mighty Empires fail. 
 
 cc If the poor Flocks cannot thy Pity move, 
 
 <c (Tho* even for thefe I feel my pleading Love) 
 
 <c Are Millions numberlefs, who needs muftfafl, 
 
 cc Of no Account, thy Fellow-Creatures all ? 
 
 <c Who can behold, with unrelenting Eyes, 
 
 * c Whole Streets by Fire confum'd, or hear the Cries 
 
 cc Of Wives by Hufbands, Babes by Parents left, 
 
 cc Of all Things but a wretched LifeJbereft? 
 
 <c Can new-born Infants, hanging at the Breaft, 
 
 <c With burning Roofs and falling Beams conteft^ 
 
 <c As yet they know not their weak Limbs to ufe, 
 
 <c And if they Pafles find, they cannot chufe. 
 
 <c Wife, foolifh, old, young, good, bad,mean, and great^ 
 
 cc Will thus be blended in one common Fate* 
 
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 The Prophet filent flood, in deep Amaze, 
 And dropt, hirhfelf the Judge, "his vanquifh'd Caufe. 
 On lafting Paper he infciib'd his Crimes," 
 As an Example to fucceeding Times. 
 From hirn we learn the Method to obey, 
 Still to purfue where God dire&s the Way ; 
 If God vouchfafes to guide we cannot go aftray. 
 Or if we flip, for Saints therrifelves may err, 
 Not to fit down, and foolifhly defpair; 
 For God s ail-good,.' and we his more peculiar Care. 
 It we're let. live, we ihould let others Jive, 
 And when forgiv'n, remember to forgive : 
 If daring Sinners from Religion fwer.ve, 
 We Ihould not punifh more than they deferve; 
 For if we Anger ftrain beyond its Date, 
 Tis not a pious Zeal, but wicked Hate. 
 If Chances come, witiifharpelt Crofles join'd, 
 We ought to bear them with a conftant Mind : 
 For there remains a great decifive Day, 
 When" all our Sorrows .ihall be done away ; 
 When our once fcatter'd Parts Ihall meet again, 
 Devoid of Paflion, and released from Pain, 
 Pure as the pureft Saints that tread th* etherial Plain 
 When Death itfeJf a fatal End ihall have, 
 With all the boa.fted Conquefts of the Grave. 
 
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 Thus Jonah, refcued from the MQr\fter's Womb, 
 Is but a Type of Christ, triumphant from his Tomb. 
 
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