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Christ interceding with his father for Adam, foregoing Ode - The Shrubbery-Mutual
216 Forbearance necessary to the Married State 233
216 The Winter-Notegay--Boadicea--Heroism 239
Winter - Evening Ode-Natural Beauty-
-To Lyce-Epitaph on Sir T.
Ode to a Lady on the Death of Colonel Ross
227 Oficious Meflenger
228 Devil outwitted—The Frogs Choice
229 | The Oyster
Written at Wyollade-On Bathing-Written
Ode to Lord John Gower
Eilay on Unnatural Flights in Poétry
233 Spanish Lady's Love
The Children in the Wood. A Ballad
Written in a Church-Yard ---Written at
Robin Hood and Guy of Gisborne
235 | Barbara Allen's Cruelty
Glow-Worm-On a Goldtioch starved to
A Fairy Tale
Prologues and Epilogues
$ 1. An Address to the Deity. Thomson. Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heav'n,
On earth, join all ye creatures to extol FAT
"ATHER of light and life! Thou good Him first, him laft, him midit, and without end. O teach me what is good. Teach me THYSELF! Fairest of Itars, last in the train of night, Save me from folly, vanity, and vice;
If better thou belong not to the dawn, From ev'ry low pursuit ! and feed
Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn my
soul With knowledge, conscious peace,and virtue pure; While day arises, that liveet hour of prime,
With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, Sacred, fubftantial, never-fading bliss !
Thou Sun, of this great world both eye and soul,
Acknowledge Him thy greater; found his praise § 2. Another Address to the Deity. Young.
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'it,
And when high noon has gain'd, and when thou O THOU great Arbiter of life and death!
fall'ft. Nature's immortal, immaterial Sun !
Moon, that now meet'st the orient fun, now fly'ft Whose all-prolific beam latc call'd me forth
With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that fíes, From darkness, teeming darkness, where I lay
And The worm's inferior, and in rank beneath
ye five other wand'ring fires that move The dust I tread on, high to bear my
In mystic dance, not without song, resound
His praise, who out of darkness call'd up light. To drink the spirit of the golden day;
Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth And triumph in existence; and couldst know
Of Nature's womb, that quaternion run No motive but my bliss; and hast ordain'd
Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix A rise in blefling with the Patriarch’s joy,
And nourish all things; lct vour cealeless change Thy call I follow to the land unknown.
Vary to our great Maker still new praise. I trust in Thee, and know in whom I trust;
Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise
Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold,
Whether to deck with clouds th’uncolour'd sky, 83. The Morning Hymn of Adam and Eve. Or wet the thirsty earth with falsing thow'rs,
Rising or falling, still advance his praise.
Melodious murmurs, warbling, tune his praise. In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Join voices, all ye living Souls; ye Birds, Thy goodness beyond thought, and pow'r divine. That singing up to Heav'n's gate afcend, Speak ye who beit can tell, ye sons of light, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Angels; for ye behold him, and with longs Ye that in waters glide, and
that walk And choral fymphonics, day without night, The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep;
Vitness if I be silent, morn or even,
To Thee, whose temple is all space;
All nature's incense rise !
§ 5. Hymn on Gratitude. ADDISON. WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising foul surveys ;
Transported with the view, I'm loft
In wonder, love, and praise.
O how fhall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare
That glows within my ravish'd heart? Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !
But thou canst read it there. Thou Great First Cause, lcaft understood,
Thy providence my life sustain'd, Who all my fenfi confin'd
And all my wants redreft, To know but this, that Thou art good,
When in the filent womb I lay, And that myself am blind;
And hung upon the breast. Yet gave me, in this dark estate
To all my weak complaints and cries To fce the good from ill;
Thy mercy lent an car, And, binding nature fast in fate,
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in pray’r.
Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd, This teach me more than hell to fhun;
Before my infant hcart conceivid That more than heav'n pursuc.
From whom those comforts flowd: What bleffings thy free bounty gives
When in the flipp’ry paths of youth Let me not cast away ;
With hecdless steps I ran, For God is paid when man receives ;
Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe, T'enjoy is to obey.
And led me up to man. Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, Thy goodness let me bound.
It gently clear'd my way, Or think Thee Lord alone of man,
And through the pleasing snares of vice, When thousand worlds are round.
More to be fear'd than they. Let nor this weak, unknowing hand
When worn with sickness, oft halt thou Presume thy bolts to throw,
With hcalth renew'd my face, And deal damnation round the land
And when in fins and sorrows funk, On each I judge thy foc.
Reviv'd my soul with grace. If I am right, thy grace impart
Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Still in the right to stay;
Has made my cup run o'er,
And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts ; Or iinpious discontent;
My daily thanks employ; At aught thy wisdom has deny’d,
Nor is the least a cheerful heart Or aught thy goodnefs lent.
That taites those gifts with joy. Tcach me to feel another's woc;
Through every period of my life To hide the fault I see ;
Thy goodnets I'll pursue ; That mercy I to others thow,
And after death in diftant worlds That mercy fhow to me.
The glorious theme renew. Mean tho' I am, not wholly so,
When nature fails, and day and night Since quicken'd by thy breath ;
Divide thy works no more, O lead me wherefue'er I go,
My ever-grateful heart, O Lord, Thro' this day's life or death.
Thy mercy thall adore. This day, be bread and peace my lot :
Through ali eternity to Thee All else beneath the fun
A joyful fong I'll raide ; Thou know'st if belt bestow'd or not;
For (! Eternity's too short And det thy will be done.
To utter all thy praile!
$ 6. Im $ 6. Hymn or Providence, from Psalm 23d. But still their most exalted fights
ADDISON. Fall vastly short of thee :
How distant then must human praise
From thy perfections be!
Yet how, my God, shall I refrain, And guard me with a watchful eye ;
When to my ravish'd fenfe My noon-day walks he thall attend,
Each creature, everywhere around, And all my midnight hours defend.
Displays thy excellence ! Wher in the fultry glebe I faint,
The active lights that shine above, Or on the thirsty mountains pant;
In their eternal dance, To fertile vales, and dewy meads,
Reveal their skilful Maker's praise My weary wand'ring steps he leads;
With filent elegance. Where peaceful rivers, soft and now,
The bl: shes of the morn confefs Amid the verdant landskip flow.
That thou art still more fair, Tho' in the paths of Death I trcad,
When in the East its beams revive, With gloomy horrors overspread,
To gild the fields of air. My stedfast heart shall fear no ill,
The fragrant, the refreshing breeze For thou, O Lord, art with me ftill;
Of ev'ry flow’ry bloom 1 Thy friendly crook thall give me aid,
In balmy whispers own, from Thee And guide me through the dreadful Thade.
Their pleasing odours come. Tho' in a bare and rugged way,
The singing birds, the warbling winds, Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
And waters murm’ring fall, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile :
To praise the first Almighty Cause, | The barren wilderness thall tinile,
With diff'rent voices call.
Thy num'rous works exalt thee thus,
And shall I filent be?
Than cease from praising Thee ! § 7. Hymn, from the beginning of the 19th Psalm.
ADDISON. THE spacious firmament on high,
$ 9. Hymn. · Mrs. RowE. With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heav'ns, a shining frainė, THOU didft, О mighty God! exist 1 Their Great Original proclaim :
Ere time began its race; Th’unwearied fun, from day to day,
Before the ample elements Does his Creator's pow'r display,
Fill'd up the void of space : And publishes to ev'ry land
Before the pond'rous earthly globe The work of an Almighty land.
In Ayid air was stay'd; Soon as the evening shades prevail,
Before the ocean's mighty springs The moon takes up the wond'rous tale,
Their liquid ftores display'd :
Ere through the gloom of ancient night
The streaks of light appear'd;
Before the high celestial arch Confirm the tidings as they roll,
Or starry poles were rear'd: And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Before the loud melodious spheres What though in folemn silence all
Their tuneful round begun; Move round the dark terrestrial ball!
Before the shining roads of heav'n What tho' nor real voice nor found
Were measurd by the fun : Amid their radiant orbs be found !
Ere thro' the empyrean courts In reason's car they all rejoice,
One hallelujah rung; And utter forth a glorious voice,
Or to their harps the sons of light For ever singing as they shine,
Extaric antheins sung : “The hand that made us is divine”.
Ere men ador’d, or angels knew,
Or prais'd thy wond'rous name ;
Thy bliss, O sacred Spring of life! § 8. Hymn. Mrs. Rowe.
Thy glory was the same.
And when the pillars of the world
With sudden ruin brcak,
And all this vast and goodly fraine
Sinks in the mighty wreck ;
When When from her orb the moon shall start,
In mutual concourfe rise : Th’astonish'd sun roll back,
Crop the gay roles verincil bloom, And all the trembling starry lamps
And waft its spoils, a fwect perfume, Their ancient course forfake;
In incense to the kies. For ever permanent and fix'd,
Wake all ye mounting tribes, and sing; From agitation free,
Ya plumy warblers of the 1pring, Unchang’d in everlasting years,
Harmonious anthems raise
To him who thap'd your finer mould,
And turn'd your voice to praise. § 10. Hymn, from Psalm 148th. OGILVIE. Let man, by nobler passions sway'd, BEGIN, my soul, th’exalted lay!.
The feeling heart the judging head, Let each enraptur'd thought obcy,
In heav'nly praise employ ; And praise th’Almighty's name :
Spread his tremendous name around, Lo! hcaven and earth, and seas and skies, Till heav'n's broad arch rings back the sound, In one melodious concert rise,
The gen’ral burst of joy. To fwell th’inspiring theme.
Ye whom the charms of grandeur plcase, Ye fields of light, celestial plains,
Nurs'd on the downy lap of ease, Where gay transporting beauty reigns,
Fall prostrate at his throne: Ye scenes divinely fair !
Ye princes, rulers, all adore ; Your Maker's wond'rous power proclaim; Praise him, ye kings, who make your pow'r Tell how he form’d your shining frame,
An image of his own.
Ye fair by nature, form’d to move,
O praise th’eternal Source of love,
With youth's enlivening fire:
Let age take up the tuncful lay,
Sigh his bless'd name—then foar away,
And ask an angel's lyre.
§ 11. Hymn. ANON.
How sure is their defence !
Eternal Wisdom is their guide;
Their help Omu potence.
Supported by thy care,
And breath'd in tainted air. And nature sprung to light.
Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil, Whate'er a blooming world contains,
Made every region picase; That wings the air, that skiins the plains, The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd, United praise bestow :
And Tinooth'd the 'Tyrrhene seas. Ye dragons found his awful name
Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
How with afrighted eyes
Thou faw'rt the wide extended deep
In all its horrors rise!
Confusion dwelt in ev'ry face,
And fear in ev'ry heart, Each whispering breeze of yielding ait,
When waves on waves, and gu!phs ini gulphs, And breathe it to the soul.
O'ercame the pilot's art. To him, ye graceful cedars, bow;
Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord,
Thy mercy let me free;
While in the confidence of pray'r
My soul took hold on thee.
For tho' in dreadful whirls we hung
High on the broken wave,
I knew thou were not flow to hear, Yc infcēts fluttering on the gale,
Nor impotent to save.