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Grcat Anna's title no exception knows,

Seek thou religion priinitively found And unapply'd in this the fable falls.

Well, gentle friend, but where inay she be found?

By faith implicit blind Ignaro led, With her nor Neptune' or Minerva vies :

Thinks the bright seraph from his country fled, Whene'er she pleas’d, her troops to conquest And seeks her seat at Rome, because we know,

She there was seen a thousand years ago; Whene'er she pleases, peaceful times arise : And loves her relic rags, as men obey She gave the horse, and gives the olive too, The foot-cloth where the prince fat gesterday.

These pageant forms are whining Obed's scorn,

Who seeks religion at Geneva born, DR. DONNE'S THIRD SATIRE VERSIFIED. A sullen thing, whose coarseness suits the crowd :

Though young, unhandsome; though unhando COMPASSION checks my fpleen, yet scorn denies,

fome, proud; The tears a passage through my swelling eyes ; Thus, with the wanton, some perversely judg. To laugh or weep at sins, night idly show All girls unhealthy but the country drudge. Unheedful passion, or unfruitful woe.

No foreign schemes make easy Cæpio roam, Satire! arise, and try thy sharper ways,

The man contented cakes his church at home, If ever farire cur'd an old dir

Nay, should fonie preachers, servile bawds of Is nist Religion (heaven-descended dame)


(reign, As worthy all our soul's devouteft Aanie,

Should fonie new laws, which like new fashions As moral virtue in her early fway,

Command his faith to count falvation tyd, When the best heathens faw by doubtful day? To visit his, and vifit none beside

i Are not the joys, the promis'd joys above,

He grants falvation centres in his own, As great and strong to vanquish earthly love, And grants it centres but in his alone; As earthly glory, fame, refyrect, and show,

From youth en age he grasps the proffer'd dame, As all rewards their virtue found below?

And they confer his faith, who give his name; Alas! religion proper means prepares,

So from the guardian's hands the wards, who live. These means are ours, and must its end be theirs ? | Enthrall'd to guardians, take the wives they give, And shall thy father's spirie meet the fight : From all professions careless Airy flies, Of heathen fages cloch'd io heavenly light, For all professions can't be good, he cries; Whose merit of frict life; severely suited

And here a fault, and there another views, To reason's didates, may be faith imputed,

And lives unfix'd for want of heart to choose; Whilft thor, to whom he taught the nearer road, So men, who know what some loose girls have Art'ever banish'd from the blest abode?

done, Oh! if thy temper such a fear can find, For fear of marrying fuch, will marry none. This fear were valour of the noblest kind.

The charms of all obfequious courtly strike;
Dar'st thču provoke when rebel fouls aspire, On each he dotes, on each attends alike;
Thy Maker's vingeance, and thy Monarch's ire, And thinks, as different countries deck the dame,
Or live evtomli'd in thips, thy leader's prey, The dresses altering, and the sex the same :
Spoil:f the war, the famine, or the sea';

So fares religion, chang'd in outward show,
In search of pearl, in depth of ocean breathe, But 'tis religion {till where'er we go:
Or live, exil'd the sun, in mines beneath,

This blindness springs from an excess of light, Or, where in tempefts icy mountains roll,

And noen embrace the wrong, to choose the right. Attempt a passage by the northern pole?

But thou of force muft one religion own, Or dar'lt thou parch within the fires of Spain, And only one, and that the right alone; Or burn beneath the line, fir Indian gain? To find that righe one, ask thy reverend fire, Or for some idol of thy fancy draw [ftraw ? | Let his of him, and him of his enquire; Some loose-gown'd dame; O courage made of Though truth and falsehond seem as twins allsid, Thus, desperate coward, would'lt thou buld ap- There's eldership on truth's delightful side i pear,

Her feck with heed-who seeks the foundest firit, Yet when thy God has plac'd thee centry here, Is not of no religion, nor the worst. To thy own foe's, to his, ignoble yield;

T'adore or scorn the image, or protest, And leave, for wars forbid th' appointed field ? May all be bad ; doubt wisely for the best,

Know thy own foes; th' apostate angel; he 'Twere wrong to sleep, or headlong run aftray: You strive to please, the formost of the three; It is not wandering to inquire the way. He makes the pleasures of his sealni the bait, i On a large mountain, at the basis wide, But can he give for love that acts in hate?

Steep to the top, and craggy at the side, The world's thy second love, thy fecord foe, Sits facred truth enthron'd; and he who means The world, whose beauties perish as they blow, To reach the summit, mounts with weary pains, They fiy, the lades herself, and at the best, Winds round and round, and every turn effays, You grasp a wither'd to your breast; Where sudden breaks resist the shorter ways. The Aesh is next, which in fruition wastes, Yet labour fo; that ere faint age arrive, High flush'd with all the sensual joys it tastes. Thy searching foul poffest her rest alive : While men the fair, the goodly soul destroy, To work by twilight were to work too late, From whence the flesh has power to taste a joy, And age is twilight to the night of face.

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25 To will alone, is but to mean delay;

But reason's act, produc'd by good delire, To work at present is the use of day.

By grace enliven'd with celestial fire; For man's employ much thought and deed remain, While base conceits, like misty fons of night, High thoughts the soul, hard deeds the body's Before such beams of glory take their flight,

And frail affections, born of earth, decay, And mysteries afk believing, which to view, Like weeds that wither in the warmer ray. Like the fair sun, are plain, but dazzling too. I thank thee, Father! with a grateful mind;

Be truth, fu found, with sacred heed posest, Man's undeserving, and thy mercy kind. Not kings have power to tear it from thy breast, I now perceive, I long to sing thy praise, By no blank charters harm they' where they hate, I now perceive, I long to find my lays Nor are they vicars, but the hands of fate.

The sweet incentives of another's love, Ah! fool and wretch, who let'st thy soul be ty'd And sure such longings have their rise above. To human laws! or must it so be try'd ?

My resolution stands confirm'd within, Or will it boot thee, at the latest day,

My lines aspiring eagerly begin; When judgment fits, and justice asks thy plea, Begin, my lines, to such a subject due, That Philip that, or Gregory taught thee this, That aids our labours, and rewards them too! Or John or Martin ! all may teach amiss :

Begin, while Canaan opens to mine eyes, , For every contrary in each extrenje

Where souls and songs, divinely form'd, arise. This holds alike, and each may plead the same. As one whom o'er the sweerly-vary'd meads

Wouldst thou to power a proper duty thow? Entire recess and lonely pleasure leads, 'Tis thy first task the bounds of power to know; To verdur'd banks, to paths adorn'd with flowers, The bounds once past, it holds the same no more, To shady trees, to closely waving bowers, Jos nature alters, which it own d before,

To bubbling fountains, and aside the streant Nor were submission humbleness exprest,

That softly gliding sooths a waking dream, But all a low idolatry at best.

Or bears the thought inspir'd with heat along, Power from above, fubordinately spread,

And with fair images improves a long; Streams like a fountain from th' eternal head: Through facred anthems, so may fancy range, There, calm and pure, the living waters flow,

So still fron beauty, still co beauty change, But roars a torrent or a flood below,

To feel delights in all the radiant way, Each flower ordain'd the margins to adorn,

And, with sweet numbers, what it feels repay. Each native beauty, from its roots is torn,

For this I call that ancient cime appear,
And left on deserts, rocks and fands, are toft, And bring his rolls to serve in method here;
All the long travel, and in ocean loft.

His rolls which acts, that endless honour claini, So fares the foul, which more that power reveres.

Have rank'd in order for the voice of fame.
Man claims from God, than what in God in. My call is favour'd: Time from first to lait

Unwinds his years, thc present sees the past ;
I view their circles as he turns them o'er,
And fix my footiteps where he went before.

The page unfolding would a top disclose,

Where founds melodious in their birth arose.

Where first tbe morning-fars together fung, FROM realms of never-interrupted peace,

Where first their harps the sons of glory strung,
From thy fair station near the throne of grace, With fhouts of joy while hallelujahs rise
From choirs of angels, joys in endless round, To prove the chorus of eternal skies.
And endless harmony's enchanting sound,

Rich sparkling strokes the letters doubly gild,
Charm'd with a zeal the Maker's praise to show, And all's with love and admiraciou fill'd.
Bright gift of verse descend, and here below
My ravish'd heart with rais'd affection fill,
And warbling o'er the soul incline my will.

Among thy pomp, let rich expreffion wait,
Let raging numbers form thy train complete, To grace those lines, which next appear to fight,
While at thy motions over all the sky

The pencil fhone, with more abated light;
Sweet sounds, and echoes sweet, resounding fly; Yet itill the pencil fhone, the lines were fair,
And where thy feet with gliding beauty tread, And awful Mofes stands recorded there;
Let fancy's flowery spring erect its head.

Let his, replete with flames and praise divine, It comes, it comes, with unaccustom'd light, Let his, the first-remenber'd long be mine, The tracts of airy thought grow wondrous bright, Then rise my thought, and in thy prophec find Its notions ancient memory reviews,

What joy dould warm thee, for the work design'd. And young invention new designs pursues. To that great act, which rais'J his heart, repair, To some attempt ny wilt and wishes press, And find a portion of his fpirit there. And pleasure, rais'd in hope, forbodes success. A nation helpless and unarm'd I view, My God! from whom proceed the gifts divine, Whon strong revengeful troops of war pursue, My God! I think I feel the gift is thine.

Seas stop their flight, their camp muit prove their Be this no vain illusion which I find,

grave, Nor nature's impulse on the pafli ve mind,

Ah! what can save them? God alone can save.



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God's wondrous voice proclaims his high com- Thine hand, my God! thine hand confess'd thy

mand, He bids their leader wave the sacred wand, Thine hand was glorious in thy power there, And where the billows fluw'd, they flow no more, It broke their troops, unequal for the fight, A road lies naked, and they march ic o'er

In all the greatness of excelling might: Safe may the fons of Jacob travel through, Thy wrath sent forward o'er the raging Aream, But why will harden'd Egypt venture tou? Swift, sure, and sudden, their destruction came. Vain in thy rage, to think those waters flee They fell as stubble burns, while driving skies And rise like walls, on either hand, for thee. Provoke and whirl a flame, and ruin fies. The night comes on, the reason for furprile,

When blasts, disparch'd with wonderful intent, Yet fear not, Israel, God directs thine eyes. On sovereign orders from thy nostrils went, A fiery cloud I see thine angel ride,

For our accounts, the waters were afraid, His chariot is thy light, and he thy guide.

Perceiv'd thy presence, and together fled; The day comes on, and half the succours fail, In heaps uprightly plac'd, they learn to stand, Yet fear not, Ifrael, God will still prevail.

Like banks of crystal, by the paths of sand. I see thine angel from before thee go,

Then, fondly flush'd with hope, and swellid with To make the wheels of venturous Egypt flow,

pride, His rolling cloud inwarps its beams of light, And fill'd with rage, che foe profanely cry'd, And what supply'd thy day, prolongs their night, Secure of conquest, I'll pursue their way, , At length the dangers of the deep are run, I'll overtake them, I'll divide the prey, The further brink is past, the bank is won; My luft l'll satisfy, mine anger cloy, The leader turns to view the foes behind,

My sword I'll brandish, and their name destroy. Then waves his solemn wand within the wind, How wildly threats their anger, hark! above, Oh! nation freed by wonders, cease thy fear,

New blasts of wind on new commission move, And {tand, and see the Lord's salvation here, To loose the fetters that confin'd the main,

Ye tempests, row, from every corner fly, And make its mighty waters rage again. And wildly rage in all my fancied sky,

Then, overwhelm'd with their resistless sway, Roll on, ye waters, as they roll'd before,

They funk like lead, they funk beneath the sea. Ye billows of my fancied ocean, roar ; ;

Oh, who's like thee, thou dreaded Lord of Hoft! Dash high, ride foaming, mingle, all the main, Among the gods, whom all the nations boast, 'Tis done, and Pharaoh can't afflict agaio. Such acts of wonder and of strength displays ? The work, the wondrous work of freedom's done, Oh great, oh glorious in thine holy ways! The winds abate, the clouds restore the fun, Deserving praise, and that thy praise appear The wreck appears, the threatening army drown'd lo signs of reverence, and sense of fear. Floats o'er the waves, to strew the sandy ground, With justice arni'd, thou stretchedît out thine hand, Then place thy Moles near the calming flood, And earth between its gaping jaws of land Majestically mild, serenely good;

Receiv'd its waters of the parted main, Let meekness, lovely virtue, gently stream

And swallow'd up the dark Egyptian train. Around his visage, like a lambent flame;

With mercy rising on the weaker side, Let grateful sentiments, let sense of love,

Thyself became the rescued people's guide! Let holy zeal, within his bosom move;

And in thy strength they past th' amazing road And while his people gaze the watery plain, To reach thine holy mount, thy bless'd abode. And fear's last touches like to doubts remain ; What thou hast done the neighbouring realms While bright astonishment, that seems to raise

shall hear, A questioning belief, is fond to praise;

And feel the strange report excite their fear. Be thus the rapture in the prophet's breast,

What thou has done shall Edom's Duke anaze, Bc thus the thanks for freedon gain'd exprefs'd: And make despair on Palestina feize;

l'll fing to God, I'll sing the longs of praise, Shall make the warlike sons of Moab fhake, To God, triumphant in his wondrous ways, And all the melting hearts of Canaan weak. To God, whose glorics in the seas excel,

In heavy damps, diffus'd on every breast, Where the proud horse, and prouder rider sell. Shall cold distrust and hopeless terror rest,

The Lord, in mercy kind, in justice strong, The matchless greatness, wḥich thine hand has Is now my strength; this strength be now my song.

shewn, 'This sure salvation such he proves to me,

Shall keep their kingdonis as unmov'd as stope, From danger rescued, and from bondage free; While Jordan stops above, and fails below, The Lord's my God, and I'll prepare his seat, And all thy flock across the channel go.

Thy father's God, and I'll proclaim him great; Thus on thy mercy's Glver-thining wing,
Him Lord of battles, him renown'd in name, Through seas and streams thou wilt the nation
Him ever-faithful, cvcrinore the same.

His gracious aids avenge his people's thrall, And as the rooted trees securely stand,
They make the pride of boasting Pharaoh fall. So firmly plant it in the promis'd land;
Within the seas his stately chariots lie,

Where for thyself thou wile a place prepare,
Within the seas his chosen captains die.

And after-ages will thine altar rear, 'The rolling deeps have cover'd o'er the foc, There reign victorious in thy facred Seat, They !unk like Tones, they (wiftly funk below: Oh, Lord! for ever and for ever great.


4 Look where the tyrant was but latciy seen, It is not far the days have rollid their years The feas gave backward, and he ventur'd in : Before the second brighten'd work appears, In yonder guif with haughty pomp he show'd, It is not far, alas! the faulty cause, Here march'd his horsenien, there his chariots Which, from the prophet, sad reiedion draws: rode,

Alas! that bleflings in poffeffion cloy,
And when our God restor'd the floods again, And peevish murmurs are prefero'd to joy;
Ah, vainly strong, they perilh'd in the main ; That favour'd Ifrael could be faithless still,
But Ifrael went a dry furprising way,

Or question God's protecting power or will, Made safe by miracles, amidst the sea. (jog. Or dread devoted Canaan's warlike men,

Here ceas'd the song, though not the Prophet's And long for Egypt and their bonds again. Which others hands and others tongues employ; Scarce thrice the fuo since harden'd Pharaoh dy'd, For fill the lays, with warmth divine exprest, As bridegrooms issue forth with glittering pride, Inflam'd his hearers to their inmost breast.

Rejoicing rose, and let the nation fee Then Miriam's notes the chorus sweetly raise, Three shining days of easy liberty, And Miriam's timbrel gives acw life to praise. Ere the mean fcars of want, produc'd within, The moving sounds, like soft delicious wind, Vain thought, replenisa'd, with rebellious lo. That breath'd from paradise, a passage find,

Oh look dot, lirael, to thy former way; Shed sympathies for odours as they rove,

God cannot fail; and either wait or pray. And fan the risings of enkindled love.

Within the borders of thy promis'd.lands, O'er all the crowd the thought inspiring flew, Lot's hapless wife a strange example stands, The women follow'd, with their timbrels too, She turn'd her eyes, and felt her change begin, And thus from Mofes, where his itrains arose, And wrath as fierce may mcet resembling lin. They catch'd a rapture, to perform the close. Then forward move thy camp, and forward still,

We'll sing to God, we'll fing the songs of praise, And let sweet mercy beod thy stubborn will. To God triumphant in his wondrous ways,

At thy complaint, a branch in Marah cast, To God, whose glories in the seas excel,

With sweeteding virtue mends the water's taste. Where the proud horse and prouder rider fell. At thy complaint, the labouring cempest fails,

Thus Israel, raptur'd with the pleasing thought, And drives belore a wondrous shower of quails. Of freedom with'd, and wonderfully got,

In tender grass the falling manna lies, Made cheerful thanks from every bank resound, And heaven izself the want of bread supplies. Express'd by fongs, improv'd in jy by found. The rock divided, flows upon the plain Oh, sacred Muses, each infusing line,

At thy complaint, and still thou wilt complain. That niov'd their gratitude, was part of thine; As, thus employ'd, thou ivent the desert through, And still the Christians in thy numbers view, Lo! Sinai mount wrear'd its head to view. The type of baptism, and of heaven too.

Thine eyes perceiv'd the darkly-rolling cloud, So luuls from water rise to grace below,

Thine ears the trumpet frill, the thunder loud, So faints from tuil to praise and glory go.

The forky lightning shot in livid green. Oh, grateful Miriam, in thy temper wrought, The smoke arose, the niountain all a flame Too warn for filence, or inventing thought; Quak'd to the depths, and wosk'd with signs of Thy part of anthem was to warble o'er,

awe, In fwece response what Moses sung before. While God descended to dispense the law. Thou ledst the public voice to join his lays, Yec neither mercy, manifest in might, And words redoubling, well redoubled praise. Nor power in terrors could preserve thee right. Receive thy title, prophetess was thine,

Provok'd with crimes of such an heinous kind, When here thy practice they'd thy form divine. Almighty justice sware the doom design'd: The spirit thus approv'd, resign'ul in will,

That they should never reach the promis'd seat; The church bows down, and hears responses still. And Moles greatly mourns their haften'd fate. Nor flightly luffer tuneful Jubal's name

I'll think how now retir'd to public care, Tu miss bis place among the tons of fame; While night in pitchy plumes Aides sold in air, Whose sweet infufions could of old inspire I'll think him giving what che guilty fleep, The breathing organs, and the trembling lyre. To thoughts where forrow glides, and numbers Father of there on earth, whose gentle soul,

weep, By such engagements, could the miud controul, Sad thoughts of woes that reigo where such prevail, If holy vertes aught to music owe,

And man's short life, though not so short as frail. Be that thy large account of thanks below: Within this circle for his inward eyes, Whilft, then, the timbrels lively pleasure gave, He bids the fading low creation rise, And, now, whilst organs found sedately grave. And strait the train of mimic fenses brings

My first attempt the finish'd course commends, The dusky'shapes of transitory things, Now, Fancy, flag not, as that subject ends, Through pensive thades, the vision seem to But, charm'd with beauties which attend thy way,

range, Ascend harmonious in the next essay.

They seem to flourish, and they seem to change; So flies the lark, and learn from her to fly; A moon decreasing runs the filent íky, She mounts, she warbles on the wind on high, And fickly birds on moulting feathers fly; She falls from thence, and seems to drop her wing, Men walking count their days of blessing o'er, But, ere le lighcs to reft, remounts to fing. The blessings vanish, and the tale's no more,

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Still hours of nightly watches steal away,

Alas, its most computed length appears Big waters roll, green blades of grass decay, To reach the limits but of leventy years, Then all the pensive fhades, by just degrees, Arid if by strength to fourscore years we go, Grow faint in prospect, and go off with these : That strength is labour, and that labour woc. But while th' affecting notions pass along,

Then will thy terni expire, and thou must ily. He chooses such as best adorn his song ;

Oh man ! oh creature surely born to die ! And thus with God the rising lays began,

But who regards a truth fo throughly known? God ever reigning, God compar'd with man: Who dreads a wrath so manifestly sewn? And thus they move to man beneath his rod, Who seems to fear it, though the danger vies Alan deeply sinning, man chattis'd by God. With any pitch to which our fear can rise?

Oh Lord! Oh Saviour! though thy chosen band O teach us so to number all our days, Have stay'd like strangers, in a foreign land, That tlıcfe reflections may correct our ways, Through nuniber'd ages, which have run their That there may lead us from delusive dreanis race,

To walk in heavenly wisdom's golden beams. Still has thy mercy heen our dwelling-place : Return, oh Lord : how long shall Ifrael fin Before the most exalted dust of earth,

How long thine anger be preserv'd within? The stately mountains had receiv'd a birth; Before our tinie's irrevocably past, Before the pillars of the world were laid;

Be kind, bę gracious, and return at last; Before the habitable parts were made;

Let favour foon dispens'd our souls employ, Thou wert their God, from thee their rise they s'nd still remember'd favour live in joy. Thou great for ages, great for ever too. (drew, | Send years of comforts for our years of woes,

Man (mortal creature) fram'd to feel decays, Send these at least of equal length with those, Thine unreasted power at pleasnre sways; Shine on thy flock, and on their offspring shine, Thou say'st return, and parting souls obey, With tender mercy (sweetest act divjue); Thou say'st return, änd bodies fall to clay.

Brighc rays of majesty serenely shed For what's a thousand fleeting years with thee? To rest in glories on the nation's head, Or time, compard with long eternity,

Our future deeds with approbation bless, Whose wings expanding infinitely vast

And in the giving them give us success. O'crítretch its utmost ends of first and last;

Thus with forgiveness carnestly defir'd, 'r'is like those hours that lately saw the fun; Thus in the raptures of a bliss requir'd, He rose, and ser, and all the day was done :

The man of God concludes his facted strain. Or like the watches which dread night divide, Now fit and sec the subject once again; And while we slumber unregarded glide,

See ghaltly death, where deferts all around When all the present seems a thing of nought, Spread forth the barren undelightful ground: And past and future close to waking thought. There stalks the filent melancholy shade, As raging floods, when rivers swell with faia, His naked bones reclining on a spade; Bear down the groves, and overflow the plain, And thrice the spade with folemn fadness heaves, So swife and Itrong thy wondrous might appears,

And thrice earth opens in the form of graves, So life is carried down the rolling years.

His gates of darkness gape, to take him in; As heavy sleep pursues the day's retreat,

And where he soon would link, he's push'd by fin. With datk, with Glenr, and unactive state,

Poor niortals! here, your conimon picture know, So life's attended on by certain doom,

And with yourselves in this acquainted grow, And death's chcir rest; their resting-place, a tomb. Through life, with airy, thoughtless pride you It quickly rises, and it quickly goes;

range, And youth its morning, age its evening shews. And vainly glitter in the sphere of change, Thus tender blades of grass, when beams diffuse, A sphere where ail things but for time remain, Rise from the pressure of their carly dews,

Where no fix'd stars with endless glory reign, Point tow'rds the fkies their elevated spires, But meteors only, short-liv'd meteors rise, And proudly flourish in their green attires; To shine, shoot down, and die beneath the skies. But foon (ah fading state of things below!)

There is an hour, ah! who that hour attends? The scythe destructive miows the lovely ihew. When man, the gilded vanity, descends; The rising sun thue saw their glories high; When foreign force, or watte of inward heat, That sun descended, fees their glories die.

Constrain the soul to leave its ancient feat; We still with more than conimon hafte of fate When banish'd beauty from her empire flies, Are doom'd to perish, in thy kinded hate. And with a languish leaves the sparkling eyes; Our public fins for public justice call, [fall; When softening music and persuasion fail, And it and like marks, on which thy judgments And all the charnis that in the tongue prevail ; Our sccret fins, that folly thought conceald, When spirits ftop their course, when nerves una Are in thy light for punislımen: reveal'd.

brace, Beneath the terrors of thy wrath divine

And outward action and perception cease ; Our days unmix'd with happiness decline,

'Tis then the poor deforni'd remains shall be Like empty stories, tedious, short, and vain, That naked skeleton we seem'd to fee. And never, never more recall's Again.

Make this thy mirror, if thou would't have Yer what were life, if to the longest date,

bliss, Which we have nam'd a life, wc backen'd face, No flattering image hews itself in this,

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