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The fields provide me food, and show
The goodness of the Lord;
In thy most holy word.
Here my best comfort lies;
desires are satisfied, And hence my hopes arise.
Lord! make me understand thy law;
Show what my thoughts have been: And from thy gospel let me draw
Pardon for all my sin.
Here would I learn how Christ had died
To save my soul from Hell: Not all the books on Earth beside
Such heavenly wonders tell.
And take a fresh delight
DIVINE ILLUMINATION NECESSARY TO THE MOST
God never meant, that man should scale the
Heav'ns By strides of human wisdom, in his works, Though wondrous: he commands us in his word
To seek him rather, where his mercy shines.
That brings the planets home into the eye
Our British Themis gloried with just cause,
THE DAY OF JUDGMENT: A SEATONIAN PRIZE
POEM. Thy Justice, heav'nly king! and that great day, When Virtue, long abandon’d and forlorn, Shall raise her pensive head; and Vice, that erst Rang'd unreprov'd and free, shall sink appallid; I sing advent'rous—but what eye can pierce The vast immeasurable realms of space, O'er which Messiah drives his flaming car, To that bright region, where enthrond he sits, First-born of Heav'n, to judge assembled worlds; Cloth'd in celestial radiance? Can the Muse, Her feeble wing all damp with earthly dew, Soar to that bright empyreal, where around Myriads of angels, God's perpetual choir, Hymn hallelujahs, and in concert loud Chant songs of triumph to their Maker's praise ? Yet will I strive to sing, albeit unus'd To tread poetic soil. What though the wiles Of Fancy me enchanted, ne'er could lure To rove o'er fairy lands; to swim the streams That through her valleys wave their mazy way; Or climb her mountain tops: yet will I raise My feeble voice to tell what harmony (Sweet as the music of the rolling spheres) Attunes the moral world ; that Virtue stili May hope her promis'd crown: that Vice may dread
Vengeance, though late; that reas'ning Pride may
own Just, though unsearchable, the ways of Heav'n.
Sceptic! whoe'er thou art, who say'st the soul, That divine particle which God's own breath Inspir'd into the mortal mass, shall rest Annihilate, till Duration has unroll'd Her never-ending line; tell, if thou know'st, Why every nation, ev'ry clime, though all In laws, in rites, in manners disagree, With one consent expect another world, [bards, Where wickedness shall weep? Why Paynim Fabled Elysian plains, Tartarian lakes, Styx and Cocytus ? Tell, why Hali's sons Have feign'd a paradise of mirth and love, Banquets, and blooming nymphs ? or rather tell, Why, on the brink of Orellana's stream, Where never Science rear'd her sacred torch, Th' untutor’d Indian dreams of happier worlds Behind the cloud-topt hill? Why in each breast Is plac'd a friendly monitor, that prompts, Informs, directs, encourages, forbids? Tell, why on unknown evil grief attends, Or joy on secret good? Why conscience acts With tenfold force, when sickness, age, or pain Stands tott'ring on the precipice of death? Or why such horror gnaws the guilty soul Of dying sinners, while the good man sleeps Peaceful and calm, and with a smile expires ? Look round the world! with what a partial hand. The scale of bliss and mis’ry is sustain'd! Beneath the shade of cold obscurity Pale Virtue lies; no arm supports her head, No friendly voice speaks comfort to her soul,
Nor soft-eyed Pity drops a melting tear ;
Now turn your eyes to yon sweet-smelling bow'r,
Seest thou this, righteous Father! seest thou this, And wilt thou ne'er repay? Shall good and ill Be carried undistinguish'd to the land Where all things are forgot !-Ah, no! the day Will come when Virtue from the clouds shall burst, That long obscurd her beams; when Sin shall fly Back to her native Hell; there sink eclips'd In penal darkness; where no star shall rise, Nor ever sunshine pierce th' impervious gloom.
On that great day the solemn trump shall sound, (That trump which once in Heav'n on man's revolt Convok'd th' astonish'd seraphs) at whose voice Th' unpeopled graves shall pour forth all their dead; Then shall th' assembled nations of the Earth From ev'ry quarter at the judgment-seat VOL. I.