THE F O L L OWI N G

A TTEMP TS I N V E RS E ,

A RE

D ED I CA TED

T O T H E

’ A UTHOR S A F F E CTI ONA TE MOTHE R ;

A S A SM A L L

B UT G RA TE F U L TO K E N

OF HIS A F F ECTIO N

BY HE V E R RY D U TI F U L SON ,

J . J RI CK . ETT

P R E F A C E .

’ THE following poetical efiusion s w ere originally w ri tten by the A u th or (who is yet in ‘his minori for amu sem en wi ou an ty) t, th t y

view to publication ; b u t h a ving b een fi e

uen so ici ed to m ake em u ic he has q tly l t th p bl ,

m ied He r n a t length co pl . p ese ts th em to

“ his riends w i ex rem e d iffidencc ein f th t , b g

i u s of eir man i er ec ion T c onsc o th y mp f t s. he

!Auth or feels himself unqualified to m eet the

" c ri icisms o f the resen a e a in m ere t p t g , h v g ly

m ceived the dommon rou tineof an E nglish

i I t is w i rea re uc an e ducat on. th g t l t ce he

a ppears b efore the pubiic in the c h aracter of PRE F A C E .

a n A u or b u t he o es his ou and the th ; h p y th ,

disad an a es he ha s a oured under w i l be v t g l b , l

r duly c onside ed.

A s he had the misfortune to l ose his F a th er

w en he w a s onl ree ea rs old he w a s eft h y th y , l

t o the care of his rel ations ; and sinc e the

ear y eriod of fifteen ha s ha d to rovide fer l p , p

himself th erefore it c annot b e supposed

th a t a youth w ho has had to encounter the

difficulties of life w h en m ost young men a re u nder the protec tion of th eir parents and to

b e ac tiv ely engaged in the pu rsu it of busi

n of su sis ence s ou d be ness for the m ea s b t , h l

abl e to produc e compositions equa l to th ose

h r ir who h a ve passed th eir lives in t e et ement

of s ud a nd in the a c uisi ion of c assical t y, q t l

n The A u or ha s had n o o or eruditio . th pp

in d w it th tunity of becoming a c qu a te h e

ud H Classics ; and but little means for st y. e P E F A B C E.

has published the produc tions of his. you th ;

. to ena e him to rosecu e his s udies and to bl p t t ,

con ri u e hi uniar n i i He t b t to s pec y ecess t es.

' i s aw are th at many P oets and Prose W riters

of the present day h a ve enumerated in th eir

reface arious disad an a es w ic e p v v t g , h h th y

h ave informed u s retarded th em from pur

sui n eir s udies for the ur ose of ain g th t , p p g ing popul arity ; but this is not the case wi th the A u thor —the circumstances he has b riefly mentioned are fac ts ; a nd th ose who know him b est h a ve ex pressed their surprise th at he sh ould be able to w rite with any

de ree of ro rie in the mids o f a com ! g p p ty, t

ica ion of rou es and to c on inu e to do so pl t t bl , t

ou a s ri m thr gh e es Of the sa e.

E very lover of genius anti native talen t .

mus amen wi the A u or the a arent t l t th th , pp

neglect manifested by those who should be PRE F A C E .

I n ome i ns ances the Patrons of the Muse. s t

genius ha s b een encou raged and rewarded; but

in enera it is muc ne ec ed I f unrefined g l h gl t .

b uman earn in it is e to w i er and die y h l g. l ft th ,

while the rich and the n oble (h ow ev er pro

fane th eir w orks) are eleva ted to the pinn acle

f am A s a ar er a o o for the defec s o f e. f th p l gy t

of the V o ume the A u or has to s a e ha l , th t t , t t

i t w as publish ed in great h aste ; but the

errors he a udes to he w i b e a e to c orrec ll , ll bl t

in a su se u n i i n i k i 11 b q e t ed t o . He th n s t 8

erfluous to m ake an m ore rem arks ere p y , th

fore ea es em to the candour ofhis fri n s l v th e d ,

o i i in nd indul en s l c t g th eir Ienity a g ce.

TT J H . RI CKE .

‘ L eek Stq ordslcirc , fi ,

1828. ’

Qontmtg.

I !

Eternity A n Ode to Anticipation

an Ode Hope,

an Ode Despair, Stanzas M isfortune

Forget Me Not .

M ercy 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 O de to Peace

F arew ell

Elegiac Stanzas on the death ofM S

To my A n Ode Lyre, The Tear

A n Ode Friendship,

' V i ctory Stanzas addressed to a Christian M issionary Stanzas

A n Ode Religion, ” S tanzasm ~ W fl fl w w m m w m C ON TE N TS .

PA G E. Calvary 102 — Sonnet to the N ightingalem m 1 11 S onnet 112

The Field of B a ttlem m 1 13 1 addressed to my Sister A nnm 1 4 15 written at Midnight m m w m 1

W I L L I A M addressed to my Uncle,

' ' 6 c x nr r . . m 11 , Esq Sonnet 117 118 Sonnet 119

on a Lock of H a irm 120 12 1

Summer M W 122 Autumn 123 Winter 124 to the Deity 12 7 on the O mnipotence of God 132 on the Omniscience of God 136

on the O mnipresence of G odw m 138 On the Love of God ~ 142 on the Providence of God 145 on the Holiness O f m m ~ 148 on the Justice of 15 1

on the M ercy of G odm o o m w ~ 154 is7

of Praise m m 160

A RGUMENT .

— — — o S b ec ro ose . 1nvoca tion . me i ts shortnm The re e x ls tence of u j t p p d Ti , p ern be ore the w or w c eads to the con em n f th r Et ity f ld , hi h l t pla tio o e p e e x

“ ' ‘ is tz noe of God as the A uthor of all in s—L rea tion o f A n eIs —C r on . th g g ea ti ' — — — ot the w orld. G od a pproves his worke C rea tion of Mam T he M u se ha v in rea ed on the ern a w as e ore the w o r r s t n g t t up Et ity th t b f ld , p oceed o otice — the E te rnity tha t lies before u e The rela tion Man bears to Eternity as an - — immorta l be ing . A descr iption of HelL T he na tu re and du ra t i on of its — — mm m m The Angel sea li ng the Ga tes of the bo ttoml ess piL A description

— - of Hea vem The na tu re and dura tion of its h a ppiness . The Poem concludes w ith reflecti ons on the momentous concerns of Eterm ty. Y E T E R N I T .

I SI N G Eternity with all its pomp,

‘ Ma nific ence . lvl st eriou s g , and awe y theme

o Too p tent for minds create , unaided ’ ? B y Pow rs ethe al the mighty subject i K

Enchains the M use and will not let her soar,

S o u ! great, so awf l is the theme Away ,

Ye e sons of Pleasure, y dissipated ,

' ’ w ho th - Godless race, revel at mid night bowl,

’ And drown your senses With th ob11v1ou s cup

e e Whil D mons laugh, and Angels your madness 1 6

-G o i a See jo n the Bacchan lian song, I have no charms for you ; the theme I sing

’ 18 a pregnant with all that s solemn , s cred, And profound it awes the hopeless miscreants

’ In the Stygian pit, and makes e en Angels

Solemn , while men think it folly to be grave .

’ e Pow rs w ho Awake y , sweep the golden lyre

And swell the anthem of eternal praise ,

fli ht Inspire my M use in her adventurous g ,

’ And cast your mantle o er the pensive M aid

’ ’ Tis not the Nymphs who haunt fair Tempe s vale I 0 ! now invoke ; but Thee, Spirit whose

’ A ll - pervading mind broods o er the darkness

. i e Of a breathing world , and gives it life Wh l I ’ soar in Imagination s car, through

c The illimitable spa e , of ether,

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W in their Where viewless spectres g mystic rounds ,

O r d in li u id where revolving worl s roll , q light ,

Aid thou my daring M use, and guide my feet 1 7

’ Thr ough Thought s airy r egions up to the throne

Of . A G od ngels, Who breathe empyreal air,

. A nd With unclouded eyes behold the world Of i sp rits at one glance, reveal to me s The mystic wonder of Eternity,

- i ; And chase away this death l ke night And thou,

Primeval Silence ! w ho wast ere Time his

Proud race began , come with thy magic wand,

’ And calm the tumult of my w ak ning mind ’ I o . Bro d o er my spirit , for love thy reign ’ a b Tis the noon of night, not reeze whispers

the is ll Through air, but all sti the gurling brook

’ 1 t m ean d rin Ripples si en down its g bed,

m oon l m t i The cloudless , £fu& lamp of n ght, hI antles the dewy plain, and sylvan grove,_

i While all eréa tion slumbers in the arms

Of ill- N . y m h Heaven Come from th throne, fated y p ,

And on thy eagle - wings transport the M use

’ Ni ht e r ei n d To ancient g , when Cho s g for thou

' Then di dst an d a sit above the void, s west h T eshapeless world . 1 8

I sing Eternity ,

’ Was be Which , and is, and ne er shall cease to ,

Her offspring Time is but a joyless dream ;

’ ' A dr0 d th link , pp from mighty chain of ages

A da off of y, cut from the great Sire years ;

A flows stream , from the primeval source , that

Through the maze of generations , then falls

a Into the wide oce n , and is no more

Let the Sage from some sky - clad emin ence

Count the years as th ey roll their ample rounds

’ Let him begin from when th infant sun first

Shot his beams through the trees of Paradise, ’ And note the years as they roll along ; ti11

The mighty Angel , rising from his seat ,

n Fixes one foot upon the trembli g world,

s The other on the frighted sea , and swears

- rain S H A L L B E N With trumpet voice, that T O axons And let him bring the mighty aggregate

Of years with all their pomp, and what is tim e 1 9

’ ’ ’ — and E en then Tis but a dream tis gone, leaves

- The wretch to mourn his mis spent years . Who then l l Wou d ive as if Time was Eternity, As if their pleasures would for ever last

l . He that lives on y for time , lives for nought

r The e is no happiness below, but what

Eternity must ripen, consummate,

. i t And perpetuate for ever Time , while

’ Lasts, is precious, but the bliss of Time is short 5 The business of Eternity is M an’s Prerogative

Eternity ! great Sire

Of - years, no birth day ever knew, but was

’ When Time began his course . Ere stars glitter d

In the throne of night , or ere the young sun Spread his golden beams o’er wild creation

rev elli d Eternity , great King of days,

‘ ’ I n u nbou nded r ei n d spac e , and g the monarch

Of Primeval Night ! From everlasting 2 0

' This great fount of years existed 1 th mind

' O f roll d Deity , ere worlds in ether . No Angel can fathom Eternity ' s

Profound , or mensurate the great abyss , M Then vain is the attempt , my daring use ,

’ To sing th immortal theme ; but while I sing

I feel the subject to exalt my soul .

- Eternity is the temple , dwelling place ,

And throne of God ; before revolving worlds

’ T urn d on their mighty axis, or ere Angels

' r h d B ea t etherial air, the GREAT ETERNAL

’ Rei n d c lomlless - - g in light, the self existent , Sempiternal God From his august throne

’ He spoke , and cherubic legions before Him

Stood . Angels , bright emanations from the mind

O f ' G od , at his behest rose into be ing,

’ Obsequious to his will .

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Now the great antemundane Sire, the King

' Eternal ! from his lofty throne s mil d on

’ ’ Th a nd ronou nc d d. infant universe , p i t goo

- t His all inspiring look crea ed bliss ,

Such bliss as Angels feel above , who live

' ’ I mparadis d in Heaven . Tis bliss indeed

’ To live beneath Jehovah s cloudless smile ; E ' en senseless nature seems to feel his glance

’ — th omn ific But pause , my daring M use , Word

Is bent on mightier deeds than these ; He now

Designs to make a being like himself,

r 3 Sinless, immaculate , and pu e king

ov ern ou r Subordinate , g of the world, H . e And Lord of the creation speaks ,

And 10 — the likeness of himself appears d Then to complete the wonders of his han s ,

H e e spoke again , and Eve , fair st M other O f our race , came forth to crown the whole . Great Are the works of God ! they bear the impress 2 3

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Of . H e breath d i n s his hands , and l ght from dark es

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. He s oke and Sprang p , beauty rose from the ru ins Of chaotic night ! In these his creatures

’ the ow r s Where p of generation, so that i d t ronounc d When he behel the work comple e, and p

o H e m r of It go d , fro the labou his hands B ’d ’d etir , and Nature obey the dictates H Of r . l e the her Lo d Sti l supports whole, or

’ s This beauteous fabric to darknes would return,

And hide its head in oblivi on and death

a n ! Such are thy works , supern l Ki g

’ li e in i Didst Etern ty s fair bosom ,

’ ’ And saw st matter inanim ate rise into

ff in a f r Life, and di use itself v ried o ms,

Obsequious to thy word .

Eternity !

d ! w s rnm d Amazing thought ho it expand the , 2 4

. Yes r And wings the meditative soul , he e

' i - ow rs The proud genius, w th all his giant p ,

M ay soar in unbounded latitude, through

Regions of eternal space . Back he may

’ ’ l first rn Look, ti l he reaches Time s mo , and then

From the naked precipice, dauntless, Plunge into Eternity ’s wide ocean ’ th And when his bark arrives on mighty deep,

tr Then he may sail through unknown space, and y

To find her first great birth - day but alas !

The task ba fll es his philosophic skill .

’ bi innin Think of a world that ne er knew g g,

But was from everlasting , ere the stars

’ G litter d in the sky , contemporary

With the Primordial God and how can Finite beings its nature comprehend ?

Thus have I sang the great Eternity

’ That w as before the world s foundation stood

Ou basxs now in her mighty , let me s g 25

’ ’ ’ oneeal d u -rit s Th One that lies c , in F tu y

e s a n Tenebrious Womb for this b long to M ,

The other to the Sempiternal God .

' ’ n d re a nd Let me stand o the worl s last w ck,

The mighty - sea that waits to swallow up

The stream of time : what an unbounded ocean

’ Presents itself before my ravish d sight !

s u m e e None l b r here, all are wide awake thos

Who of now slept the day life away, sleep

d e o ! No more, nor r am of visi nary bliss

Oh ! what an ocean is Eternity

T s hink of ten thousand, thou and ages what

’ roll d a Is that for when those years have aw y,

’ Eternity s the same ! Amaz ing thought And does Eternity belong to M an ?

e ! w as w a It do s There a time when M an s not,

But he shall never cease to be Long as

C 0 } 1 C

AL The ETE RN breathes empyreal air, M an

’ M ust exist ; his ye a rs parallel with t h age

Of fin d ! Deity , shall never their end

s Commen urate with the Eternal God, His soul must ever live in happiness

O r ~woe There is a deathless principle

In M an, viewless, immortal a spark struck

’ Off from the P R I M E V A L M I N D ; a beam dropp d

S U N From the E TERNAL ; a living ray ,

’ From I I ea v ns r esplenda nt Orb . Essence divine

’ M ade in the mould of Deity , a transcript Of ’ himself, incorporeal ; and pure till 1\ b — Ian V transgression fell but now, alas

m a ni fic The g fabric in ruin lies ,

’ hea v nl Stript of its beauty once y and fair,

Now all deformity and sin . Though God Beholds his spotless image on the soul

' ’ E fiac d ; still he loves the immortal spark,

’ ’ Which ne er can be annihilated to M an

he Nonentity does not belong , must

Exis t when the sideral spher es are all 2 7

’ E x tinguish d in Eternal Night when worlds

’ ’ Ou worlds are buried in Oblivi on s dark grave

’ Eternity is M an s great president, ! His citadel, his temple , and his throne

And is there an Eternity that ’s dark

P ! As the chaotic night Alas, there is

And if light beams on the tenebrious deep ,

’ ’ Tis but the flame of ten - fold v engeance streaming

- From the blood red eye of God, to augment

’ Their woe . S ulpherou s light ning darts its beams

’ th Athwart interminable gloom , while from

fla min i The g caverns of the d smal pit,

fire h e Quenchless belc es forth , and pours its rag

’ Upon the hopeless damn d. See from the gates

That close these dark regions, a fl aming stream ’ ’ ’ ’ Descends tis the wrath of God that s pour d out

now it falls Upon the dread inhabitants \ — ’ Upon their agitated souls how they writhe .

And roll th eir bu rning limbs in liquid fire Oh ! what a gulf profound a deep withou t

A bottom ; shoreless and wide is the dread Abyss ! When the impenitent descend

l The dark , unknown profundity of He l ,

D own they sink , and always sink , but never

’ Can they fathom this tremendous sea of fire

Behold in the centre of this dungeon

D rear , the conquered Dragon see how he foams ,

He shakes his ponderous chain ; his restless tongue Labours to’ impeach the M ajesty of Heaven H is mighty limbs are strong in vain his shield

Of adamant defends no more ; and all

His armour lies by his nerveless arm . See

’ H ow his fla m ing eyes glare with malevolence ; A quenchless Hell burns in his raging mind !

H is sonorous roar, like the loud thunder Of ’ a falling world, shakes Tophet s pillows, And gives acuteness to the pains of Hell ! ' H ark , how his minions howl such agony

Distorts their features, if features here

A re fills V n visible , and their itals with pai ,

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' ’ ’ His efiul ent r l g ays . Tis true , Hel s domain

tit er s Is full of Him , but his dread presence ,

fire Yes Is a consuming , he is there,

To scourge the rebels of his thro ne to heat

- The furnace seven fold , and give a vigour

’ To the fl ames of Hell l— Th undying worm gnaws

’ A t V their itals , yet ne er destroys its prey

fire And , quenchless , invisible, ever

a i s v m F lls upon the r blasted head , and lea es th e

’ ' ! is ! U neonsu m d. Oh what a death this

is Always dying, yet never dead There ,

w oe Alas no respite from their , no ease

e I n pain , no cooling stream to quench th ir thirst,

’ a as s But de th on death, long the tide of age

Rel]

— Oh Etern ity l Eternity

’ ' Tis thou tha t mak st their Hell : could they rejec t

e n Thee could they cast thee out of Toph t , the

as ! Were it a hell no longer but, al 31

Eternity is gr aven with a pen

flam in Of adamant upon the g doors,

’ or st am d And what is w se, Eternity is p

Upon the mind of every hopeless wretch ,

’ u And strive as he will, he can t reject the tho ght

’ e - P ow r s e Save me, y Angel , if y can save

H OU w ho From death but rather T , didst enshrine

t Thy puri y in human flesh , and on

s me The bleeding cro s expire , to rescue

w oe s a From endless , dis olve the mystic ch in

a s i Th t inthrall my sp rit, emancipate

s e M y oul, and set me fr e

M ethinks I now

Behold the might y Angel desc ending

’ an c om i i n From the empyre skies, m ss o d by

E T E R N A L and s The GREAT , ent to close th

’ ’ Of th eon si n d Hell, when all impenitent , g

e To ndless woe , have found their destiny

He a d fire t he ir comes in clou of , pa r ting a 3 2

D ivides as on he drives his flaming car

‘ hl v r iad , of etherial s pirits with wings

’ O u tst re t eh d , large as the cresent moon , in

’ ' ar ra d Panopl y Divine y , arm d with spears m Etherions and ada antine shields, attend

I l is flying chariot , lest ruthful war should rise

’ Again among the v a nqu ish d fees of God .

’ ' t h h ond rous ke Now Arc angelic takes the p y ,

’ And locks the gates of th bottomless abyss ;

Then on the massy doors he fix es his

’ r Tremendous seal , la ge as the circumference O f the meridian sun , and leaves behind

The dread impression E r' n n x rr' i '

’ l s erfor m d r Ti e mighty ta k p , the messenge

O f F a te resumes his fl ight , back to the throne Oi ’ God he soars, and in Jehovah s hands

s Depo its the enormous key , faithful

' To his charge . Then all the Sanctities of Heav n

' ’ ’ VV e leas d d o erthrown l that Satan s king om is , 33

’ ’ And God s es tablish d on the broad basis

Of ele t Eternal Truth, rise to c bra e

saverei n n e s s ! The g , cha g les , everla ting God

N ow the awful destin y of his foes

’ fix d Is unalterably , the sentence

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fulfill d. t errific Is Hell s doors are , alas

’ u seal d u For ever sh t, their fate is , and no ght

But one unbounded sea of fire lies before

Their sight - a long Eternity of w oe

Is now their portion an d their cup !

But is ’ There not a brighter world hid 1 th bosom

Of L GV E - er e e ETERNAL Th e is my M us , wher

H eaven - born spirit s sweep the golden lyre

’ - f i i This far am d city God has bu lt on h gh ,

— ’ I n s em real : the py air there he reigns, light,

a ss a . nd The glory , nd the bli of He ven Beyo 34s

The ken of M an this beauteous city stands, Built on the basis of Almighty Love

of a s er Her walls are j p pure , her golden streets

Bl a nifie g , like the diaphanous glass ,

’ a rnis h d Glitter in the sun , superbly g

With all the wealth and pride of O phir ; H er

the s Gates translucent , are of pure t pearl Celestial beauty reposes in all

m a nific enc e Her scenes , and rich g adorns Her extended realms odoriferous air

Pe rfumes the etherial plains of Eden Ambrosial fruits hang pendant on the trees

Of this celestial Paradise ; her fields

’ A re hea u tified with amaranthine flow rs ; fill’d And all her rich domain is with joy ,

’ And c row n d wi th everlasting peace In this

i s Imperial city , night never known

’ ' efl ul ent Nor do the y need the sun s g rays,

’ O r Luna s sil ver beams . Could t hese fair orbs

Fi x their bright chariot in the skies of Heaven,

' Their lus tre would but dim the eflulgence : r i i t C

Of that eternal blaze which fill s the realms

I . n e eni i ea 1 an s O f bliss thes py regi , light

I nefiahle o m , emanating fr the Fount

Of 1 Day, spreads s celestial radiance

’ ’ r . Th S UN O e the immortal plains ETERNAL ,

Source of benignity and love, reigns on his

e Peerl ss throne, surrounded with an halo

Of s e f s tran c ndent light , di fu ing through the wide ,

’ fields Heav n d a Extended of elightful fr grance, And extatic joy

M ethinks I hear the sound

Symphonious of celestial melody, Struck from the harps of mighty Seraphim

’ Tis like the united songs of spi rits

B ea tified o , Who hymn their risons To the Eternal King superior far ‘ Their strains to these from the varied 1 5re .

’ ‘ d rm n Of fam Orpheus . a o y

’ ’ Fills the realms of B eav a and ravishes th sens 36

Oi God . Salvation is the theme they sing

All Heaven resounds with the immortal song !

’ ! th S I RE Delightful task to praise ETERNAL ,

’ ’ To gi ve him sac rific e . From I l ea v n s altar

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th . Streams incense of their praise , which he accepts

Hark ! how the hea v enlv choristers sweep their

Golden harps , strains such as never fell on

Bl orta l ear before , now falls on mine ; such

M usic ravishes the spheres, and lulls my soul

' v l . hea n To sleep Say y M use , what constitutes

? ’ This bliss Tis the all - transforming presence

’ ’ O f H eav n s supernal King : He is the song

Of . s Angels, and the joy of M an From thi Great fountain rivers of perennial love

’ I n flow ceaseless meanderings , and God s

’ Redeem d , in this wide unbounded ocean

' ' Bathe . I l e fills Hea v n s as dominions with

His cloudless rays and gaze upon

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‘ I n and m the shade , gives im ortal beauty

’ 7 To th sons of light hat i s Eternity? ’ th e e c a n n Look forward , far as y pe etrate ;

hen sai if e c a n t he mi ro e T ve , y , ghty p bl m

‘ Which t he Mu se propounds . I f we soar together;

Our magnanimity and zeal they soon

‘ e rni ht t a D ecline we faint ben ath the g y sk,

’ And Wa nder in Immensity s wide sea .

Where are w e now ? on som e forbidden gronnd

A n interdict lprohibits our pursuit

\Ve lose ourselves in mys teries mofound !

’ t o o t Think of dura i n with ut end , and hen

D efine Eternity who c an b u t oh !

’ ’ Indulge the the me— twi ll cheek iniqu ity s

‘ ’ t o t hou lit and m Loose reigns , give zest g , ste

e wid ,

' Inglorious st ream of crime . Think of a life

Commensurate with

s e And choo e y then , 39

’ i r s Whom ye best w ll serve . Tis p epo terous

‘ To build our hopes of happiness bel ow

’ Egregious indeed ! for pleasure only reigns

’ si s Beyond the sky . Tis pu llanimou

Of t Him souls immor al, to distrust

' Who cannot lie and vile efiront ery ’ O b t h r To reject his claims . ppro rious is h c a ge

’ ’ P refer d against th graceles s sons of pleasure

’ ’ sacrific e Heav n s Who, for unreal joy ,

. n ere Blissful scenes, and feed on dust All thi gs h

Are fleeting as the visions of the night

n Beyond the grave all is real , permane t,

’ ’ And true . Tis magnanimity to b elieve

n r i In God, our happiness and heave , ou bl ss

our r t Supreme Eternal things demand fi s ,

Ou r latest thoughts — What w e now behold; Will l Soon be buried in forgetfu ness but ,

w e When land upon the eternal shores,

w One boundless sea of happiness or oe,

Will ever lie before our sight . B eat en is

r t e Wo th the labour of a sigh , h breathing 40

Of a prayer . What are our su fferings here

’ Compar d to our great reward put them in

’ th The scales of Truth , and from hand of Justice ,

Suspend the beam with equal poise and then , — We find our joys preponderate Is Hell

What we have said, a prison drear a pit

’ Un fathom d a dungeon dark ? It is then

Let u s make one effort more to escape

i fire d Those reg ons of eternal , kin led

’ h v By J e o ah s breath . Immortal M an was

’ M ade to feed on Angel s food, to live in

- ! Bliss, and not to perish in ten fold night How momentous is the awful business ’ — ’ Of Eternity all things below c ompar d

’ — E t ernit To this, are nothing y is all

M ay this absorb my mind, and wing my soul

F or Heaven .

’ Thus have I labour d to explain what

N othi ng but Eternity can unfold : 4 1

’ u Call it not pres mption, tis ignoble

a nd Always to sing of Earth, Time, and Sense

To waste our years below, and never rise

. e To bliss Away y ephemeral joys,

Ye senseless dreams ye cannot satisfy

’ fire The mind that s pregnant with immortal , And thirsts for God be this my theme until I fall into the fathoml ess ocean Of E TERNI TY

46

Lead on the wintry days severe , That holds me from my fondest fai r O chase away the rising tear , And blast the buds of fell Despair !

“7 116 11 7 11 r Come , come , thou solace g ief,

Inspire with hope my throbbing breast ,

Administer thy kind relief,

And give the M u se a tra nsient rest

’ Till Fortune smiles upon our way ,

s Which now is cheerles and forlorn ,

" ' I ill - Summer suns their beams display ,

And we forget to weep and mourn 1 WH O the Pa ian re , late ph ly ,

’ W arm n fire with Anticipatio s ,

’ ’ I nspir d by Love divine ;

E rat d s r Again invoke st ing,

the el - M s n And with D phi uses i g,

’ A y outh at Beauty s sh rine .

flow er i n P aa n w Thou r dise u kno n,

m !b ow The fairest on Oly pus l n , Thee Angels never know

Afiii etitmk r In stern drea y hour,

’ l sc fih- n r n ow r We fee thy g i spi i g p ,

N r n or dre ad the ty a t Woe. 48

’ E en dull Despair, her sable shroud,

e b d Her on throne , and mantled clou ,

Before thy smile dismiss ;

’ ' u flutt rin O Love s swift , g wings are

When Hope bedews the rosy morn ,

With tints of kindred bliss .

’ When Hope s bland torch illumes the way ,

The starless night recedes to day,

And dangers disappear ;

The ambient storms to Fortune yield,

the field While black Oppression quits ,

’ W et A fli i with c tion s tear .

Pale, quivering Fear, she dares not boast, F i Nor ancy pa nt some hideous ghost,

To violate our rest ;

’ fl a t While Hope s gay , streaming pennons o ,

Lilt e - dew that pearls the mountain goat,

’ n And gems the Lin et s nest . 49

b the Hope, looming Hope inspires

u o When fearful storms around s r ll, When high the billows rise

She lifts our down-cast eye above ’ The storms that serve His sov reign

And points to clearer skies .

ut wh o foe B y sh uld I indulge the ,

r w oe And d ink the bitter cup of ,

Or be myself cas t down

l—I r Away Despair hate thy b ow,

’ ’ Wreath d with December s leafless

C onceal thy hagged frow n .

' A nd u s - i come, tho bli s nspiring M aid,

’ arra d In all thy silken robes y ,

And bless my dubious heart

t Anchor my soul Wi hin the veil, And while I tell my artless tale;

Th a art y sweetest joys in p .

E 50

’ n the o e When cast upo w rld s wide se ,

I of was not then bereft }thee,

Celestial M aid divi ne

l l s i Thou didst i lume the moon es n ght,

' eflul ent‘ i With thy serene g l ght, i And on my path d dst shine.

l n Indu ge , my Fair, the theme I, si g,

And bid Hope plume her ideal wing,

To hear thy spirits u p

w n e now Come, raise thy do ast eye, an k

s The joy that Hope in pires below,

And sip the mingled cup .

a l Secluded from thy ple sing smi e,

1Vhic h would my sable hours begu il

’ And pent in Fat e s dire cell ;

’ ' H ope s roseate eye inspires the M use i

And through the skies her beams diffil se,

d - o An prompts the lay I tall . Come, wipe the pearly drops away,

s ll The adverse wind wi soon decay,

And sorrow di sappear ;

dr th i e Though I would y y weeping ey ,

’ ’ - f t h d I can t refrain the deep e c sigh,

r r r And t ibuta y t ea . D E S P A I R .

A R OD B

’ Tn ou sullen flow r

’ O ffspring of Hell s unseen abyss

’ Thy frantic pow r

’ Fades neath the beams of sacred bli ss

! ! Away away away from earth ,

find t ! And the cell that gave thee bir h ,

N0 more betray me with a faithless kiss .

Away Despair Thou dark and gloomy M aid adieu !

Thy threats forbear,

N 0 more the hapless M use pursue

5 4

Z STAN AS .

’ I OW N I weep, but can t refrain,

' e The S toi s soul I must disdain, And love sweet Sensibility

The keenest pangs of woe I feel , N ’ or can t the silent tear conceal ,

The kindred tear of sympathy .

l\l V y itals sap , my spirits die ,

And pleasure sickens in my eye,

W hile Night her solemn vigils keep l P The sweetest joys that ate can give, i The happiest l fe that M an can live,

Where m ine but for this I weep 55

MISF ORTUNE .

TH E m om i bright rosy to our earth is return ng , And Aurora unfolds the portals of day

Y Phaebu s s oung appear , the fair King of the morning,

’ And Night s sable clouds on the mountains decay .

A 11 ur i nat e is gay , and the young b rds are

The meadows are green , and the valleys

The violet , and primrose , and cowslip , are

’ A n d the daisy that decks the Cottager s

’ All H ea v n around the fond blessings of are streaming,

And Contentment sits smiling on e Wr y fa ce

me M is f wt u n e a r e But on the dark rays of beaming,

A nd Envy she flings the keen darts of disgrace . 56

O ft I watch th e gay Linnet that warbles on high ,

And long for her wings to engage in the flight ;

' ‘ W I ex ta c hile she pours forth her notes in y die,

And languish away as I gaze on the sight .

0 I I could disguise the poignant anguish feel ,

And hide m y head in some lone wilderness spot !

I a 0 could from the world my misfortunes conce l,

And be by all mankind for ever forgot

1

’ u ster d s few s In some seq e vale let me pend my day ,

A n exile , in sorrow , and solitude pine ;

m i ‘ s To the pale waning oon , I will sing my fa nt lay ,

n An d on the green hillock in evening recli e,

c e w me Thou art wel ome , kind Pity , thric elcome to ,

0 do not forget thy night - vigils to keep ’ h But shed o er m y fate the soft tear of sympat y,

Nor leave me forsaken in silence to weep: 57

wi e O u the dark cypress bough I ll hang my faint lyr ,

Bid adieu to the M uses, to science, and lore

Ou the breast of Complaisance my life shall expire,

And sigh for those pleasures which now are no more ’ ’ H O U G H M T pain d by an s inconstancy ,

’ And Woman s faithless friendship too ;

I thee I must while as gaze on ,

M y oft - repeated vows renew I ’m ’ And when gone , whate er my lot ,

— I only say Forget me not .

1 Vhen thou canst hear my voice no more,

n But fa cy all its accents nigh ,

Then love as faithful as befo re ,

And heave for me the ge ntle sigh ;

And w hen you see the wood - hine cot

' ’ — Where once I liv d Forget me not . When thou no more my form canst view,

Then let it serve to think of me

i n T ll I my vows of love re ew, And prove my heart’s sincerity

’ ’ I lot Where er roam , whate er my ,

— l et ! ma l w I still exclaim Forget ,

e And when you Walk the sylvan shad ,

’ w e stra a d at e ve Where have often y g,

0 think of me -my love ly mai d,

But do not at my. absence grieve ;

’ “ w m Remember still hate er y lot, — I always said Forget me not .

w e And hen before the throne divin ,

the su liant k n e Prostrate you bend pp e ,

Me And when the beams of rcy shine,

’ In all their cl oudles s majesty h ’ Remember then, w ate er my lot, ’ — I most desir d F orget me not . M E RCY

FAI R Emperess of the empyr ean skies ! M y M use she sings thy sweet supernal name

’ Swift on young Love s seraphic wings she flies ,

To spread around thy ever - during fl ame

Ye first - born sons of light upraise my lyre,

And touch my M use with pure poetic fire.

’ Tis not the aid of fabled Gods I seek ; But from the Aonian M aids I stray

O ! ! Speak , thou Spirit to my passions speak

’ ' And all my latent pow rs shall Thee obey :

Call forth the duteous Seraphim of light,

And now disperse this intellectual night .

! n Lo he comes the Redeemer of manki d,

H e leaves, he leaves , the shining ranks above

’ G T E A T M I N D Tis Love dethrones the E TERNAL , And Pity speeds the dear incarnate Dove

To earth he flies , a faithless world to save,

And rescues M an from the eternal grave .

See him expiring on yon gloomy hill ’Tis ME RCY bleeding for the apostate race

’ ’ heav nl l Now he completes his y Father s wi l ,

And m agnifies His all- redeeming grace

While rending rocks , and opening caverns prove , H That e was God the God of grace and love .

Redeeming M ercy is the theme I sing,

’ Un fathom d infinite M ercy , unknown , ’ 0 could I mount on some bright Seraph s wing ,

’ And get permission from th ETERNAL TH R ONE I ’d ’ preach thy M ercy to the fallen race,

And tell to all the riches of thy gr ace . 63

’ — th o Triumphant M ercy l song of saints ab ve, How didst Thou conquer on the bleeding cross

While Angels sang thy dear redeeming love, Hell ’s embattled host felt their di reful loss ”— Tis finished ! our great Immanuel cries ! The God of grace— the God of nature di es

See Him ascending to his Father’s throne

’ c row n d With victory, and deathless triumph

o n Angels their Sovereign Lord and M aster w , And wonder spreads through all the earth around

’ ’ Heav n s golden portals obedient to His word,

i d. Open , and receive, their dear tr umphant Lor

’ ’ B ehold Him enthron d in everlasting light

The King of kings, and Conqueror of Death

’ See Him invested w ith all pow r and might

' The Winds are but the oflspring of his breath

o d The rolling thunder is his v ice ivine,

’ A ndy ivid light nings round his sceptre shine 64

’

w feeble t ribute Feign ould the M use her pay ,

And twine the fragrant garland for his brow ;

Feign would she bring the laurels green and gay , And deck the wreath with amaranthine bough

! But ah my M use, he needs no earthly gem , For M ercy fair adorns his di adem

Fair Emperess of the empyrean skies ! Long shalt Thou in deathless honour reign !

And live when all created matter dies ,

’ ’ The lawful Queen of Heav n s blest domain

M aintain thy throne, thou peerless saint of light And ever live coeval with th' INFINITE 65

D E PEA E O TO C .

’ HA I L gentle dove - ey d Peace !

’ Celestial flow r of Paradise, Bid all my mournings cease

’ heav n - Arise, arise, thou born maid, arise m Irradiate yjoyless soul, h Eac storm control,

‘ A nd nowthy suppliant from his chains release.

Heaven is thy peerless throne

’ T hou reign st in everlasting day

Seraphs made thy coming known ,

’ Thy birth proclaim d in a symphonious lay 66

Now a s thou shalt dwell with below,

w oe To soothe our ,

’ ’ And Folly s sons thy mystic pow r sh all own .

The M use would feign explain That spotless sanctity of thine

Thou art our ease in pain , And darkness flies before thy beams divine

- Thy olive bough shall sweetly wave, Beyond the grave

I n deathless bliss thou shalt for ever reign .

J ehovah is thy sire

i Immanuel thy lofty king !

Angels thy reign admire,

Cherubic choirs thy endless glories sing

Thy great Disposer is the Lord,

Whose mighty word ,

Restores the dying accents of the living 67

Thou bliss - inspiring maid

Possess my softly - sighing heart 5 i d Lend me thy k n ly aid,

And never, never from the M use depart 5

om Thy bos placid as the stream .

In grief supreme,

Shall be my pillow in the myrtle glade.

w l m e And thou shalt d el with ,

’ Sweet pledge of Jesu s love divine ;

e Faith , H pe, and Charity , Shall on my breast like constellations shine

’ F s ir d with the quenchles flame of love, b ’ T y joys I ll prove,

And sing thy honours through E TERNI TY. F A REW E L L .

A nn ! and must I sigh adieu ,

Regardless of the pains I feel ;

And still my hapless course pursue,

And all my anxious care conceal . M y heart will never cease to love,

1Vhile in this wilderness I dwell 5

I t s cannot , will not , faithle s prove ,

Though mine should be a long farewell .

Adieu , my lovely maid , adieu ; The storms of li fe I fearless brave

ff ou Willing I su er all for y ,

’ ’ ! or dread the w and ring lover s grave .

7 0

enema s é taa safi

' THE DEATH OF M

S H A L L h- a serap chords the sounding p ean raise ,

’ Shall j oy through H ea v ns t riumphal portals ring ;

’ “h en L B L A Z E ow d before the G REAT ETERNAL , Th’ im mortal Spirit bends its joyous wing ?

l he Shal there rapture, and no earthly lyre

Pour forth i ts incense on the sighing gale

m th Awake y M use , let Love ysong inspire,

’ And Faith s strong beam the tear of gr ief inhale .

’ o er No funeral dirge shall thy grave be sung,

’ No mournful requiem chanted o er thy urn ;

For those let Sorrows doleful knell be rung ,

' Whose hopes are bounded by this dark sojourn . 7 1

for And thou , whom this artless wreath I twine,

’ ’ ’ N ow reign st with Seraphim in Eden s bow r ;

’ heav nl Around thy head those y glories shine,

’ ’ r n Which hove d o er thee in thy dyi g hour . MY LY TO RE .

A N O D B

Rnsv n n , my M use , the peaceful lyre ,

A nd oin j the bright harmonious choir,

In sacred hymns of love ;

Bring with thy song the golden wreath ,

w And sing ith all the saints beneath ,

- And angel hosts above .

gw eet th r Poesy y charms are dea , m And when thy song salutes year,

’ ’ I can t resist the pow r .

’ I love to rove thy flow ry mead,

To sing upon my oaten reed ,

’ ’ In Solitude s sweet bow r . 73

o S ecluded from the Scho ls of fame,

t Where Learning rears her lof y name,

r or O Cam, Isis rolls

A W oe slave to Penury and , Fell monarchs of this world below '

- Their vassal thrall controuls .

It w as not mine in youth to rove

’ - fam d The far Academic grove, The fiow’ry paths of Fame

nh N U eeded by the sacred ine,

’ doom d And in hopeless love to pine,

’ ’ I woo d the Poet s name .

’ ’ Ye heav nl P ow rs who y reign above ,

And sing the changeless song of love, In everlasting day ! Y our sacred energy infuse,

A nd aid my uninstructed M use,

- To sing her infant lay .

G 7 1

S weet lyre - companion of my youth ;

r Thou f iend of Innocence and Truth, M y song I raise to thee

r Though not in strains of classic lo e,

’ fam d Brought from the Arcadian store ,

’ Like Amphion s minstrelskj

’ n r s Unknown to thee are Pi dar s st ain , i The Attic theme of Delph c swains,

T he melody of song ;

’ - kill d r No deep s hand now sweeps thy Wi es,

N - ires o fabled god thy M use insp ,

Or rolls the theme along .

Thy rippling verse at silent night ,

m a li Some friendly ear v chance de ght, ’ W ho knows thy hapless fate ;

u A c adial us h Tho gh not from broug t,

m a na nini it With g y of thought, Illustriously great 75

’ im a b s and - liv d son Thy s ple te , short g, l h M ay chance de ig t the rustic throng, And cheer the Winter’s night

the o fl M ay guile m ments as they y,

When Cynthia pendant in the sky,

Displays he r pla cid light .

’ o d fire To fond Devoti n s sacre ,

’ i n i l e I still W ll tu e my s mple yr ,

' A suppliant at her shrine

” ‘ Friendship and Love shall gr ace my

' n i m instru ct t nu I sp re y lay, my o g e,

A nd teach the theme divine.

F or i e u e i ll rai e me no ep M s w s ,

A ut r is song of trib ary p a e,

r or And deck the w eath I w e,

r d tonem f e Nor tell on sculptu e s y am , ’ Or n in v r the e s name si g e se Po t ,

' ’ When my short life is o er, 7 6

s r But chance ome kinder friend more dea ,

' l\I a y shed o er me the pensive tear,

When in the tomb I lie ;

’ a And o er my breathless cl y may weep , 1 While in the arms of Death sleep,

Beneath the vaulted sky .

Though loveless Bards despise my strain,

It chance may please the rural train , And charm the rustic throng

’ M y Doric pipe I ll play at eve, F l And ancy sha l my garland weave,

While Love inspires my song .

a A nd thou sh lt cheer my lovely hour, ’ ow r With thy soft fascinating p ,

M y long - neglected lyre i ’ l And lead me to Agan ppe s wel ,

Where Phoebus and the M uses dwel

And all my sung inspire .

TEA R .

1V11A 'r is that I now descry ,

’ ’ G list nin Phcebe s g bright in eye,

’ ’ F ollow d by the labo ring sigh ’Tis A ffection’s tear

- See the sparkling dew drop bright,

Brilliant as the orient light,

That dispels the lingering night,

C m her cheeks appear .

h W at is that like torrents flow,

Tells the grief he dreads below,

I I a less ? p , hopeless child of woe ’ ’ Tis Contrition s tear 7 9

d ’ ra t . M ark his langui , whispering p y s

Transcient - l re joy, and live ong ca ,

J o less l y slave of fe l Despair,

Chil d of Hope and Fear

t hi l What is tha W ch ripples stil !

n l Silent as the purli g ril ,

e 3 When the nightly d ws distil . ’Tis the Lover’s tear i i Oft he courts the w nd ng vale,

- And the rosy dappled dale,

- n When the softly sighi g galek

Dies upon his ear .

flow s What is that which so fast,

Frozen in the mental blast,

When the spirits are dow n - cast P

’ ’ Tis the Widow s tear 1 80

O f r now her Conso t bereft,

r r f To the Wo ld and Fo tune le t,

ef I n the Rock for sinners cl t,

r r Finds a f iend since e .

mt r e What is that so pro p , so t u ) ,

' mornin dew Sparkling as the g ,

F lowing when w e sigh adieu ?

’ i ’ Tis tr ue F riendship s tear !

’ Ne er could I its course suppress”

F or find e r my weakness r d ess,

l s But in her I ove to bles ,

When the winds career

' ' A flec tion s flame Sweet test of ,

il am All must love thy gu eless n e,

N or deem it a senseless shame;

To she d the pensive team. 81

Oft I love at evening light,

d t When the Pleia es glisten brigh ,

’ th To watch Arbitress of night,

In her silver sphere .

I n. the dark and sunless day,

When my youthful days decay;

Sweetest test of love away, Pity’s mild behest Let thy crystal drops bedew

’

Friendship s garb of sable hue, , hid When to earth I adieu,

’ And fly to endless rest 5 8 2

F RI ENDSHI P

A H O D E .

SWEET solace of my woes 1

N ow am I left forlorn , l Wi l all my hopeful friends turn foes,

And vanish like the storm that rose , And leave me hear to mourn

t st I complain

' With ceaseless pain ,

That fa illgf ul friendship in the human breast

reign .

It oft is but a name,

And only serves to flatter

And those who say they are y ou r friend;

’ D on t prove the truth that they pretend, .

Quite ignorant of the matter ; Their conduct shows, What I propose ’ That th ey are headless of another s complicated

re Where does true Friendship ign, If its a gem so rare ?

- e In heaven born minds divinely pur ,

And not where ominous clouds obscure

The light supremely fai r. Thou M aid divine 1

I love thy shrine,

a are . mity, and sweet connubial love thine

w oe Thou canst assuage my ,

And bid my grief depart :

’ ’ fi nd Tis thine to chase the e Despair,

And with thy sympathetic tear,

To bless my dubious heart 84

O haste away,

Nor once delay ,

‘ of r da . And dwell with me, sweet spirit ethe ial y

’ On thy breast I ll repose, d When storms surroun my soul, l Thy placid smi e, and pensive tear,

’ M - m l of t imes y down cast ind shal cheer,

And every storm control : 0 let me prove Sweet maid of love !

playful smiles like moon - beams str eaming

above .

Though the loud winds career,

' And threaten to dest roy ;

w I ill not dread the winged storm ,

’ bless d e If with thy end aring form ,

And life - inspiring j oy

V ICTORY.

UN F OLD r i fla thy st eam ng g, Celestial V ictory

Ni ht- And chase the fell g hag, With song and minstrelsy

- float air Thy deep red pennons in ,

And all the marks of conquest bear.

’ Tis not the fame I sing,

Of field Warriors in the ,

n Who for an earthly ki g,

Approach with spear and shield ;

now in The christian wreath I entw e,

A nd sing the V ictory divine ! iah i our in Mess s k g,

He leads his armi es on ’ ’ This is th V ict ry I sing

Through the Almighty One 1]

is our n h ow He Captai ere bel ,

His conquering arm subdues our foe !

” ma es Go on Im nuel cri ,

The victory is sure

h d h l s r e B e ol t e death es p iz ,

’ The blood- stain d cross endu re ;

Soon as m w d n the ighty or is give ,

Angels shall hear your souls to Heaven .

w e a roa h the field Lo pp c ,

Fearless of all our foes

J eliovah is our e d shi l ,

The marshal-trumpet blow s ;

A rise ! arise ! arise to w ar

The foe ascends the flaming cm; 8 8

e Come from your secret plac ,

Ye sacred sons of light !

’ Em ow er d c on erin rac e p with qu g ‘g ,

And taught by him to fight

Approach the proud embattled line , A ’ rray d in panoply di vine .

’ Display the Spirit s sw ord And take the glittering shield

’ Obey your Captain s word,

’ ’ And face th ensangu in d field

helm The fl of salvation take,

And bid the armA Of God awake

l The conquest you shal gain , ’ l O er Sin , and Death , and He l i Free from d sease and pain, In endless glory dwell

his o ai The triumphs of cross pr cl m ,

’ A nd spread M essiah s mat chless fa me 89

There we shall w ave the palm

Of V ictory divine !

B his all- o er n arm y c nqu i g ,

Our every foe outshi ne;

’ And in everlas fli ht soar ting g ,

Throug h the immort al fields of light ! TO A C H RI ST IA N M I SSI ON A RY

G o v o Herald of sal ation , g And Jesu’s conquering grace proclaim

1Vhere Pagan mists surround

un rolific The p ground ,

’ Make known Immanuel s everlasting name .

The deathless rose of Sharon plant,

And Jesa s will the increase give His breath dispels the gloom

He makes the wilds to bloom

' And Afric s sable race thr ough Him shall 91

’ Or o I nd s ar a s g to b b ric hores,

Slav er her sons enchain Where yt

Arouse the wily ( foe,

- b The Gospel trumpet low,

’ A ndt spread the great M ess iah s norioil s

J erusalem a G o build gain,

Her fallen wall s and g ates r estore; Let Palestina hear

- The Gospel charioteer,

daughters we ep . more

G o sal t orr o 1 , Herald of yra i , g

a l f r i - And pre ch His i ee est or ng word

m s f Though graceless De on rown,

o God will your lab urs c rown ,

dt And all your sufferings ;ia his hook precor 92

’ fla Unfurl the Saviour s streaming g, l The conquests of your Captain tel ,

And shew what H e has done

He w on What victories ,

To save us from the quenchl ess fl ames of Hell

’ m becloirded Wipe fro the dark cheek,

a The trembling, penitenti l tear

u Suppress the mournf l sigh,

Illume the tearful eye,

l - F or soon the g is tening Day Star will appear .

A nd bid the thirsty sons of grac e

Behold the Fountain from above ’ ’ O en in s p d Jesu s brea t, ‘

h e the ae res W er all Isr l t,

And prove the virtue of hisbleeding

A Z A ST N S .

V AIN is the dream of li fe ;

' i fltful - Tis l ke the moon beams of the night ,

u That disappoint s of their wonted light ,

Then languish in the strife 1

I knew unsul lied bliss

' W r ile hen fair Clarissa did each hou begu ,

o - smi With her expressive lo k and angel le,

’ And sooth d me w ith her kiss .

’ u eo I loy d the bea t us maid, ’ For she w as fair as Spring s returning

Celestial beauty sparkled in her eye : — B ut ahT the rose must fade 95

’ fi d s h Her una ecte ig , ’ m rush d across her chee The r osy strea that k,

’ nt he f i d to s eak The trembling a cce s When s e gn p ,

Bespoke her modesty.

H r of a re e lips cor l pu ,

' er floatin in the air H golden tresses g , ‘ ’ And blushing cheek adorn d the sa inted

Which nothing could obsc ure:

had ir s too And she v tue ,

Her s s m w as of u h guilele s bo o the seat Tr t ,

’ nd d ra her s uth A Innocence a o d spotles yo ,

n With ti ts of living hue.

But ah ! she is no more

The fair Clarissa is no longer mine

The v now las ! enshrine tombless gra e does , a

The maid I did adore ! 96

0 let me steal away

When Luna playful in the welkin bright;

' D ifi s her use round mild auspicious light, M y debt of loveto pay !

’ ’ I 11 1 v And o er her grave weep,

' w r - r n When viewless spectres alk the chu ch yard ou d ,

‘ ‘ - -f UJ And night winds whistle with a déath like sound,

’ And lull my soul to sleep . 97

’

I G I O N .

A N O D E .

CE LESTIAL maid of Love ! Thou pure seraphic Dove !

Thy excellence di vin e the M use w ould sing ;

e In short amusiv lay,

- l r r Thy God ike soul pou t ay,

’ Borne by Urani a on her tow ring Wing

’ Not all the skill of Rome by Greece refin d. ’ Could e er like thee adorn and gr ace the human mind .

The learned sons of Fame,

' ho W hate thy lovely name, ’ Lose all their lustre when compar d with thee; 98

For grace and truth are thine b T y nature is divine,

And sweet thy bliss - inspiring minstrelsy l The phi osophic lamp does faintly blaze,

’ Com ar d - - n p with thy heart soothing, soul enliveni g

What is the worth of gold,

’ When the great secret s told,

? That some live rich , but rich they cannot die

The rich indeed are poor, Except they all secure A mansion in the regions of the sky

’ Tis Religion that does enrich the mind,

’ ’ l boist rous l th . Beca ms the sea, and sti ls infuriate wind

Hail peerless maid of love Thy excellence we prove ’ i — Thou art the Pilgrim s l ght, his constant theme 99

When raging tempests roar,

w e Thy hand then adore,

It leads our spirits to the GREAT SU P RE M E

N w e or will fear, since God is ever nigh ,

Though billows roar and darkness intercepts the

Exult, my youthful M use, The Saviour’s fame diffuse

’ Religion s all -to man the onl y good

She soothes the ills of life, dl D estroys the kin ing strife,

’ ’ And guides our bark o er J ordan s sable flood

She opes the gloomy prison of the tomb,

And safe conducts a s to where embrosial flow ers bloom . 1 00

g a mma

A N D w as f D A h the air A M AN fait less too,

Did she forget the sacred vows she made ?

‘ ' e N m hs the se a er d Weep , y y p , who haunt q est

glade,

H ar love w as t ransc ient as the morning- dew !

! l m o n e Oh whi e I use the w u d it ble ds anew , ’

r lov d a . I mou n, I ever the beauteous m id

’ N D rov d Ah had A M A A p to me sincere,

M y M use had never sang this plaintive theme 5

rove and d But now I seek the g win ing stream , Where I can shed the melancholy tear

I never can such faithless love revere ;

’ ’ erfid ex tre Tis p y, tis treachery

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C V A L A R Y.

’ H W I LE others soar on Fiction s airy wings,

’ m eand rin s Through the g of the ideal world,

’ Tis mine to paint the tragic scene of death . I sing the bleeding cross M ysterious theme

The j oy of Angels and the hope of M an .

e n Descend, y Seraphs, and inspire my so g

E xalt my meditative theme, and give

E therial beauty to my thoughts . And thou ,

M ajestic Truth primeval saint , whose throne

\Vas built when ancrent Night held her

Dark dominions in the chaotic world,

' th u nseen Guide thou my pencil with y hand,

And from thy bosom drop celestial fire. 103

NSP IRA I O o Come, I T N, from the t pmost hills

Of ein rean Eden, leave the py regions,

And on the viewless air thy dove - like wings

i i o Extend, llume the midn ght of my s ul

e With the brightn ss of thy seraphic eyes,

And teach me how to sing the theme sublime. d When A am by transgression fell , and sunk

His progeny in the shades of night, God

’ Promis d his Eternal Son to ratify dl His Word, he kin ed the prophetic lamp, ’ ’ ’ Till th auspicious day on creation daw n d

’ When J esu s came to save an apostate world — ’ From endless w oe Th orient star deep - rising

’ ’ ’ Heav n a nnoun c d th In the vault of , arrival

’

Of . w ho w at ch d the incarnate God Angels,

’ ’ T roclaim d - h infant Saviour p with trumpet voice ,

The gladsome tidings to the sons of men .

’ He a ear d mu src When pp , aerial broke

’ ’ ’ H eav n s b l and e lissfu silence, and earth skies ech d

“ — With the loud acclaim H e came not to save 1 04

’ r uin d The fallen sons of light , the Peers Of ! Heaven, but to redeem a faithless world Sin had barr’d the ponderous doors of Heaven

A n flami g Cherub sat above the gates ,

To guard the unseen world on each side st ood A mighty phalanx clad in adamant,

’ ’ Arm d with th artillery of Heaven 5 and round The massy doors flew etherial spirits

To watch the wily foe, so that none could

or Ope the pearly gates of Paradise, With impious violence claim admission

There . But 10 the incarnate Deity b Unbars the flaming doors, and y his death

’ A ppeas d the G REAT ETE RNAL .

H ’ e was divine ,

first - And human too the born of his Sire,

Immaculate and pure and sinless as

’ ’ Heav n s The flame that streams from altar, or those I ntelligences who surround the throne

’ Of . H e c loth d h God was in fl esh , that he mig t f For our sins atone, that he might su fer,

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And all the horrid crew sank ten thousand Thousand fathoms deeper in the abyss Of Hell !

Then sepulchred in the grave, Lay beneath the Cherub ’s expanded wing

’ ’ a ear d all n Till the listening morn pp , when Heave

’ I n full chorus broke the silence of the tomb : H ’ e burst Death s iron fetters, and came forth

Triumphant from his dusty bed, and now

’

v enthron d . d I l e li es in endless light Behol ,

H e bears his triumph up to Heaven, and takes

’ ’ His careering flight from th ensa nguin d plains

’ O i Calvary to Z ion s topmost height .

’ H e leaves Death s dark dominions to mingle

’ With adoring Angels, who bask in the sunshine

a i Of eternal bliss . See him scend ng

’ ’ Th aerial height of Heaven the pillow d clouds him h Form his silver chariot , and hear throug

The regions of the sky. H is beholders 1 07

Gaze upon their triumphal Lord, until ’ — The pain d sight can pierce no farther g then Heaven

. n Receives the Saviour in her arms A gels,

his na Prostrate at feet extol his me,

And cast their golden crowns before him .

H e reigns in everlasting pomp no more

’ To di e 5 but H e shall come again array d

fier In power, when the y empyrosis,

’ ’ Im ell d th p by arm of dread Omnipotence, Dissolves the solid earth— to judge the world

In righteousness .

Hail, everlasting King !

Thou Prince of Peace : Thou Conqueror of Death

Long as the tide of Ages roll thy name

’ l ador d. r Shal be Thou the great p ice hath paid, 1 08

' And by thy death redeem d us from

And now Thou livest in eternal light,

The Prophet , Priest, and Advocate of M an

r and r of a r . The F iend Saviou ‘ helpless wo ld

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H THE NIG TING ALE .

S W E E T S r ongst ess of the vale and sylvan grove,

T o Thee the M uses tune the peaceful lyre, e And with the listening P asantry conspire, ’ T extol thy notes of ecstasy and love .

0 V illa é hamlet let me near the g rove,

A t r evening when the silver sphe es appear,

a Thy song divine sh ll warble in my ear,

M elodious as the choral host above .

’ sola c d r Oft have thy notes my mournful hea t, ’ A nd pou r d the balm of comfor t in my breast ’ h m nin s soo h d rt Oft have thy nightly y g t the sma ,

’ A nd cheer d the spiri ts of thy unseen guest

S i 1 weet Ph lomel thy peerless song I pra se,

A nd to -thy name one lowly tribute ra ' 1 1 2

SONNE T .

CA N ruthless Time from my fond heart erase The deep impressions which thy love has made

' ’ O r A fleetion s l do I need kind y aid ,

’ To mind me of the features of thy face P

’ a h Thy form ador d wit modesty and grace,

O n utshi es the splendour of the Wise and Great . O ’ Though thine has been the hapless rphan s fate,

And left like me to run the joyless race .

Can Absence change the feelings of my heart,

Or Distance place thee farther from my mind

Oh no ! the thoughts of thee alo ne impart

That lasting bliss which constant Lovers find :

Then give to the loud winds thy every fear,

- A nd I will wipe away the swiftly fiow ing tear.

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D D RRBBI D

TO MY SISTE R

OF - S T as the Summer breeze that sweeps the plain,

O r genial as the sunny rays of Heaven ,

Thy sweet endearing words of love were given

’ To free my mind when bound in Terror s chain . M y youthful M use does still congratulate

M y Anna while passmg the watery deep

Come dry the tear, and cease my Love to weep,

Since hopeless woe has not become thy fate .

’ T - h inspiring joys of ever during bliss,

Shine through the dark and sable shroud of night,

ti nal Prophetic of that last , and conquest,

’ ' ’ ’ W Il ea v n s lov d hen thou shalt bathe in abyss, ’M id the full glory of immortal light ,

And in t he sweet embrace of Angels rest . 1 15

Written at mtani ght .

’ N th u s SOLE M is ho r when all creation sleep ,

’ r ei n d It seems as if old Chaos g anew,

t For nough but darkness falls upon my view, ’ i i - e m T ll from some cloud the straggl ng moon b a peeps.

’ o O er her lone grave the heartless L ver weeps, l While pensive Si ence sits upon her throne ,

’ m u rm rin - And g night winds sweep the plain and moan,

Then nestle in the windings of some A lpine steeps .

- u Hark the hoarse Watchman cries the noon night ho r,

u a ir And viewless spectres throng the d sky ,

’ ’ Ni ht - ou e u est r d The g bird in y low s q e tow r,

S é ream s to the moon in notes of w ild despair 5

h ni W ile I sit musing wrapt in sable ght ,

A nd h mn s EAT SOU RCE . ‘ y my orison to the GR of light 1 1 6

A D - R D T D ESSE O MY UNCLE ,

C K T ES . WILLIA M RI ET , Q

’ HoN oun n ! n Sire thy skilful hand, thy ma ly soul ,

And philosophic min d I venerate

Thou dost the powers of mechanism control ,

’ t ell st l And the rol ing worlds and spheres their fate . The M use woul d bring her tributary song

n To Thee, i debted for each youthfu l plume,

flow ers The that in her puerile years bloom ,

A nd tell thy genius to the listening throng

old Thy name should rank among the Peers of , e The sons of Literature and Science gr at ,

With Thales and Euclid men of classic state 5

O r N ewton , who the varied seasons told

’ o Thy genius profound , climbs Night s starry thr ne,

'

e li h d . M easur s the spheres, or builds the po s cone

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G M O R N I N .

Now the twilight plays upon the limpid stream ,

And the silver spheres glimmer in the sky 5

- The welcome day spring beaming from on high ,

r Awakes me from my v is ionary dream . i Then fair Aurora, Goddess of my the ne,

Unfolds the portals of prevailing day ;

The early Lark now chants her joyous lay ,

' r - And Sol s bright ays aslant the wood lands beam . ’ d ’ Tis now I love to wan er o er the mead,

’ When the mild zephyrs sweep the de wy plain 5

’ To watch the wild - goats as on th hills they feed

’ To hear the Blackbird and the Linnet s strain ;

Beneath the shade to play my Doric reed ,

And with my song to charm the sylvan reign. H 9

SONNE T .

A ND who ul rob the e fhis ba s wo d Po t o y ,

Or blight the wreath that twines aroun d his brow ?

’ ‘ his urn r m Deck not with da k Dece ber s bough,

d a But give the Bar his tributary pr ise.

Ye who h his beguile your evenings wit lays,

Little thi nk of the pains that pierce his heart

’ The wounds that blee d from Envy s pointed dart 5

The woes that spo il the summer of his days .

the M e Ye Patrons of British us , arise

And save the intellectual spark from Death 5

a Bene th the grasp of Penury it dies,

’ Nipt by Oppression s keen pestiferous br eath

0 give the Bard the meed that does belong

TO every offspri ng of the M use of song . 1 2 0

ON A LOCK OF HAIR.

Tn ou fond memorial of my peerless maid !

e I priz thee more than gold and costly gems , That pearl the glittering crow ns and diadems

’ Of Potentates in pomp and state a rray d.

’ m em r Thy auburn tints my faithless y aid,

- And bring to mind each sweetly pleasing hour, Which we have spent beneath the sylvan bow’r

’ l r When by the pur ing rivulet we st ay d.

Thou fondest token of her changeless love,

l - r While Absence pains my sad y mournful hea t,

n ri dbst i Thou ca st , tho Elys an joys impart,

And in my grief a welcome solace prove :

’ rea Come then , I ll wear thee next my throbbing b st,

And with thee feel myself supremely blest .

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UMM S E R .

' S o a r blows the breeze athwart the dewy pl

The early Lark awak es her m a tin song 5 ’ 1Vhile m fields o er the s iling I muse along,

’ - Charm d with her sweetly varying stra in .

l i now ia , a The breath ess h nd toils ce seless pain,

r n Phaabus s dl And bu ni g hoots his clou ess rays,

Parching the earth With his etherial blaze 5

While panting herds beneath his beams complain .

H ow sweet the umbrage of some cooling shade, ’ r imbow rin The fountain pu e, and the g grove ;

’ ‘ t - Tis sweet to wander in the myr le glade,

loneo w ood O r in the depths of some to rove,

’ R se uester d Ma d With sw eet etirement , fair q i ,

- The darling Nymph of all inspiring Love . 1 2 3

A U T U M N .

Now brow n fields a the with golden beauty w ve,

The flow ing harvest crowns the vernal year

’ ’ ‘ W ak d n n by the Huntsma s hor , the beamy deer,

fr m a and s a . Starts o the sh de, meet timely grave

! on ll the i Lo the yellow hi s low ng thrave,

U c o scious r ar n n of thei fate, c elessly feed

fleec flocks do n The y a r the ample mead,

And smilin g Fortune all her sons enslave ’ NOW P na c rown as ful fr fair omo , d with t te uit, ’ in Waves her bright sickle o er the gol den pla ,

e i r lv n And che rs my ! p rit With he sy a lute,

H er tuneful song and Wild mellifluous stra in

’ n s m al bx eeze While o er gy cot sweep the Autu n ,

And Shakes the foiiage from the fading trees. 1 2 4

W N ER I T .

al n a The blust ring wind now sweeps o g the pl in ,

’ And Whistles in the lonely Village- tow r

’ b w r The Robin shelters in the naked o ,

And craves his morsel of the artless swain .

Now s descend the large impetuous rain , ’ In rapid torrents from the blac k ning skies ;

' ill dew s from c l The ch ing the o d earth arise,

r i n A nd spoil the pleasures of the sylvan e g i

fleec e The y snow, so delicately whit ,

Fringes the lea fless trees and clothes the gr ound

o- And hardy Frost, viewless as the ech sound,

Congeal s the earth with his puissant might ; A ll ’ nature mourns o er the expiring year,

n li n !f ill lovely Spri g and smi g M ay appear .

TO THE D TY EI .

' SOURCE of Efiulgent light di vine ! Fountain of pure seraphic love

r M ight, majesty, and powe are thine,

O n . earth beneath, and heaven above

I nfinite L r , uncreated o d

The self- existent God art Thou

W ord All things that live, live by thy }

And Angels to thy sceptre bow .

r a n ! Thou sove eign, univers l Ki g

Thou Potentate of ear th and skies

To Thee the seraph - hosts shall sing”

When earth and hell in ruin lies r r To Thee they bring thei choicest st ains,

’ To Thee they tune th angelic lyre

’ ’ Heav n s And loud throughout starry plains,

Extol the G RE AT E TE RN A L S I RE

H eaven is thy everlasting throne,

And earth thy low ly footstop l Lord

Thy kingdom spreads from Z one to Z one

Firm as a rock thy changeless w ord . l Thou sittest in the rea ms above, ’ h E ncircl d wit immortal light,

’

v. E nthron d in dignity and lo . e, ’ ! And cloth d with maj estyZand might

l Thy crow n is of the purest go d,

Unfading as thy deathl ess name

Thy crystal throne was built of

To everlasting still the s ame .

Worship before thy hallow’d shrine

e Prostrate at thy feet th y fall ,

’ E nrob d in purity div

And feel that God is A L L in A L L

Now the victorious palm they wave,

And shout Salvation to the Lamb,

’ Triumphant o er the ghastly grave They sing and laud the great I A M Y Vith Death and Hell beneath their feet,

Deep sunk in everlasting night ;

fin d Where Demons a glad retreat,

And tremble at thy kingly might .

’ ow r i The p , the praise , the glory th ne,

L ong as the tide of ages roll ;

l s hi When suns and moons shal cea e to s ne,

Thy arm shall all thy foes control . ‘ T e L r ! hrice holy, Triun God and o d Accept the tribute that 1 bring

’ B e thou by angel —hos ts

r ! Thou sove eign, everlasting King ON THE OMNIPOTENCE

M TA B L E L r ! I M U , Almighty o d ! Essential , everlasting King

Thou art the great omnific 1Vord.

And angel - choirs thy glories sing .

The blissful armies of the sky,

Thy dread O mnipotence c onfess

t fl A thy behest they swiftly y,

' w n The a nd ri g sons of men to bless .

The beauteous face of nature fair,

’ The smiling fields and roseate b ow r ;

L r Thy sovereign Wisdom , o d , declare ,

’ And show the greatness of thy P ow r .

' l Pow r In He l thy matchless is k nown,

- ! Thou righteous, sin avenging God

’ damn d ow n The hopeless thy justice ,

And bow beneath thy scourging rod.

Oh ye l who on His arm rely

’ I n dr ead temptation s hery hour

Your k H e wea ness does all descry , H ’ And e w ill save you by hi s Pow r.

Ye f i faith ul sold ers of the cross ,

I n all your fightings cease to fear ;

all h s For Christ consider t ings los ,

And wipe away the trembling tear .

fi ht The Lord is mighty for the g , Omnipotence shall be His shield ! ’ “ho can w ithstand His kingly might;

D emons and F iends must to Him yield. 1 35

’ A nd l is but His con uer d foe He l q , ’ Devils li e vanqui sh d at His feet

s men w And all the son of belo ,

’ Shall know His vict ry is complete.

Hail ! everlasting God and King

Fountain of life, and love divine I Thy countless attributes sing,

F or w r nd M and ra se are in . Po e , a ight, P i , th e 1 36

' ' ' ON THE OMNISCIEN CE OF

’ A LL-infinite all - perfect Ldrd ! Incomprehensible art Thou

All things existed by thy Word,

A nd heaven , and earth before Thee

’ form d Thy Wisdom this mighty globe, And built the azure vaul t on high

lea fless Thou dost the trees enrobe,

And beautify the cloudless sky .

’ l i Thy Wisdom form d the p an div ne,

O n which our pardon w e receive;

r Thou di dst thyself in flesh ensh ine,

And die th at Man through The e might

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ON THE OMNIPRESENCE OF

S P I RI T of Spirits ! Lord of all !

Thy presence fills etern al space; ’ A stonish d 1 at thy feet fall ,

r And wonde at thy matchless gr ace.

’ r r o Befo e the ea th s foundations sto d,

O r ere the stars their being knew,

’ sat st Thou above the spacious flood, ’ W ith earth and hell before thy view .

n n Ni ht her r Whe a cient g upheld eign, Lord of Confusion’s gloomy cell ’ firm amental Ere glow d the train,

Or planets could their orbits tell : n os sabIe- es Whe Cha , v ted king,

n o And Dark ess, m narch of the deep; ’ th W - i Circled abyss ith raven W ng,

’ A nd crow n d Discord the general sleep.

’ ’ sat st enthron d Thou in endless light,

With boundless space before thine eye ;

’ E nrob d k with power and ingly might,

The Omnipresent Deity .

’ ’ Thou fill st the regi ons of the air; ’ Eterni ty s thy dwelling- place

s And all thy works thy impress bear .

Thou G od of natur e and of gra ce.

0 are T e All things , Lord, full of he ,

Great is thy name thou G od of love !

fill s Thy spirit immensity,

’ ’ And Heav n s boundless realms abome. How shall I from thy Spirit fly

Thou Om n ipresent God and Lord !

Thou dost my thoughts and ways descry,

And findest out my every word .

I If on the wings of Faith rise , .

Beyond the starry fields of light

O r sink beneath the sapphire skies ,

And soun d the dark abyss of night .

Thy Omnipresent eye is there , And does my every thought perceive

Thou art in every breath of air,

And all things in Thee move and live .

- If on the wings of morning light , I fl ’ y to earth s remotest bounds , I ’ can t escape thy piercing sight, l Thy presence sti l my soul surrounds .

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ON THE LOV E OF

T H OU God of everlasting Love I Thou great Incarnate Deity

Cherubic choirs and saints above, i Derive their happ ness from Thee.

e Thy lov is like thy changeless name, — I ncomprehensible unknown

To all eternity the same,

Unshaken as thy splendid throne .

n High as the starry thro e of night,

‘ Wide as infinity thy love ;

D eep as the great abyss of ligh t,

And boundl ess as the realms above . No finite mind can ever tell

e T he height, the depth of Lov Divine, s Thy love immense . un peakable,

In all thy dispensations shin e.

’ ' ’ E en - ow rs angel minds with all their p ,

’ Thy everlasting love can t sound; ’ d Tis this pure fl ame that kin les ours,

When in the chains of. S atan bound .

‘ ’ r So great thy love to Adam s ace,

’ ’ Thou left st thy Father s throne on high

m a nified th e And g y matchl ss grace,

That helpless M an might never die

Incarnate , uncreated Lord

’ Thy sinless soul in flesh w as veil d;

’ c o- r a The Father s ete n l Word,

’ ’ ’ O er all the Pow rs of Hell prevail d. (l d And ied to save a faithless worl ,

From darkness and the S econd Death

' ’ kin dom hurl d And Satan from his g ,

Triumphant with thy latest breath .

e The bleeding cross xplains thy love,

Beyond the reach of angel - min ds

- It awes the seraph hosts above,

The Stygian W olf in fetters binds .

Long as the tide of ages roll,

Thy everlasting love shall stand And spread its waves from pole to

Until it fills the thirsty land .

n Thy kingdom over all shall reig ,

’ Thou Lamb of God s unchanging love

Thy princely power thou shalt maintain,

’ Enthron dfin m ajesty above .

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’ e n on r s a Wh n cast p the wo ld s wide e ,

’ ’ E x pos d to ev ry wind and wave

I fou Friendless nd a friend in Thee,

’ Who sav d me from a timeless gr ave .

' ’ o er w roll d When my head the billo s ,

And starless w as the midnight - sky ;

’ I w ander d h f When far from , t e old,

Thy M ercy cast a pitying eye .

r w as Thy P ovidence then my guide, lVIy Father and my faithful Friend

t Who led me hrough the desert wild,

And bade me on His love depend .

bed In sickness Thou didst make my ,

Thon great Physician of the soul

A t fled thy command the fever ,

Thy arm did every foe control . 147

r e erna N All p aise to thy t l ame,

In earth, and skies, and heaven above ; l l Angels thy g ory shal proclaim,

Thou G od of pure unchanging love 3 1 48

ON THE HOLINE SS OF GOD ,

A GA I N would I attempt to sing

Thy Name and Nature, God of love

To Thee my feeble tribute bring,

- And join the seraph hosts above .

I I know cannot, Lord, explain The nature of my spotless Sire

r I n The sacred doct ine profa e,

’ E en when I sweep my solemn ly re .

’ B ut i s t fault rin oh n truc my g tongue,

’ That I may sing thy wond rous name

Inspire my consecrated song,

’ A nd then I ll spread thy deathless fame.

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O for one spa rk of living light

O ne beam from the ETERNAL S UN F

- To chase away this death like night, l That I may sti l my journey run .

One drop of Holiness divine,

From Thee, the sea of light and life

IVoul d make me in thy image shine,

And end this dia bolic strife .

' su ernal K in Give me thyself, p g And fill my soul with sacred love

’ - Then on some Seraph s eagle wing, Transport me to the w orld above 1 1 51

' JUSTICE F O GOD .

R A i s the G E T God that reigns on high,

His frown is terrible as death Him fl The Stygian host before y,

’ ’ Parch d by His anger s fiery breath .

H is Holiness and Truth compel

H is arm to wield the glittering sword

To thrust his rebel foes to Hell,

Who violate the sacred word .

fire His wrath is a consuming ,

A - ceaseless, ever during flame

’ ‘ inc ens d ire And dreadful is His ,

’ To all Who hate the Saviour s name. 1 52

Justice is His reluctant work ,

H e loves to save a sinful race ;

a I nfidel The P gan, , and Turk ,

all t n M ay ob ai his pardoning grace .

e Come then , y sinners , and implore

’ Forgiveness of your inj ur d Lord

o His everlasting name ad re ,

And J esu s will your faith reward .

too God can be just, and gracious , For Christ the mighty debt hath paid

The Gospel is the sacred clue ,

And Faith the fair celestial M aid,

u s That leads to the realms above,

To glory and undying bliss ; y Where streams of pure perennial lo e,

’ ’ For ever flow from Heav n s abyss .

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ON THE MERCY

SI N has the race of Adam slew,

And sunk u s in the shades of night

And still he does his prey pursue,

’ Unw eari d in the hell ish flight . 3

’ E x os d p to everlasting death,

Close by the gates of Hell w e li e

Soon as we yield our parting breath,

Our spirits into T aphet fly

For we the righteous law have broke, And made ourselves the heirs of Hell

’ ’ th Like Israel neath Egyptian yoke,

’ Or when at Baal s feet they fell ! 1 55

- law of G od The sin condemning ,

C onsigns u s t o the dark abyss

\Vh re w e en u ehi s co r ed e d r s urging ,

C ut off from everlasting bliss .

’ - rob d ‘ now White Truth interferes,

D eclares the awful sentence just 5

li x Spotless Ho ness ne t appears,

T r O ratify the sacred t ust .

Then l us tic e t s , rising from his sea ,

The fulfilm ent of the law requires i While Pity, bleed ng at his feet,

’ n r To Heav with ardent p ayer aspires .

of Imploring pardon her Lord, With tender sympathetic sighs

l Justic et Stil brandishes his sword,

And louder still for vengeance cries . 1 56

ME RCY the , to set captives free, Leaves the bright portals of the sky ” Sheath , she exclaims, the sword in ” And 1 will for the sinner die !

us r For she spills her c imson blood ,

For u s she intercedes on high

Between our sins and God she stood,

To calm offended M ajesty !

’ T ronou nc d i hen Truth p the scheme d vine,

While spotless Holiness w as clear ; J i ustice and M ercy equal sh ne,

And all with lustre bright appear.

T he te sacred attribu s conspire,

' To extol Jehovah s deathless name ;

’ ’ IVhile all Hea v n s Sanctities admire

' The great Immanuel s endless fam e.

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With dying glory on his brow,

H e breathes the last triumphant word

bow Angels and men before Him , And worship their Almighty Lord

All nature trembled at his groan ,

’ The sun c onc eal d his frighted head

The rocks and skies their M aker own ,

His (lying cry revives the dead

’ But soon his unconquerable pow r

D is solves the iron chains of Death

1 - And 0 the long expected hour,

Proclaims the virtue of his breath .

See Him ascending from the tomb ,

I n all the pomp of victory

Now H e li dispels the hel sh gloom ,

A nd captive leads captivity . 1 59

' ’ Behold Him on his Father s throne

The seraph - choirs his praises sing

And all the hosts of Angels own ,

The Lord is G od - The Lord is

In glorious majesty he reigns, And pleads his merit and his blood

His thankless creatures he sustains , Who live forgetful of their God And he will ever bless his own Their names are written on his hands

’ Humanity s before the throne,

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A nd Heav n his wise . obeys _ commands HYMN OF I PRA SE .

PARENT of good thy name we sing ,

And bow before thy august throne ;

sa cr ific e To thee our we bring,

Who did for all our sins atone :

Awake awake the living lyre ,

’ To praise the world s P R I M E V A L S i ns

The saints and all the hosts above , Extol thy everlasting grace

They burn with pure seraphic love, When they behold the Saviour’s face F rom east to west resounds thy name, A nd Angels swell the loud acclaim 1

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e e y the Lord , y hosts above,

e Him , y Nations of the earth

e the y Sire of endless love,

Him i n hymns of sacred mirth

e y the Holy Triune Three,

God to all E T E RN I TY !

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