Imatges de pÓgina

When nature fails, and day and night

Divide thy works no more, My ever-grateful heart, O Lord,

Thy mercy shall adore.

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HE spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim;
Th' unwearied sun, from day to daya
Does his creator's pow'r display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty hand.

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Soon as th' ev'ning shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the lift'ning earth
Repeats the story of her birth :
Whilft all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.


What thou, in solemn silence, all
Move round the dark terreftrial ball 2
What tho' nor real voice nor found
Amid their radiant orbs be found?
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
“ The band that made us is divine."



From the FIRST Book.

OME, heav'nly muse, my raptur'd foul inspire,

Touch with one beam of thy celestial fire,
A foul, that rising with sublime delight
Leaves worlds behind in its aerial flight ;
Mounts o'er the skies, unusual heights to foar,
Where Young and Angels only flew before.
I leave unheeded ev'ry mortal care,
The victor's


and all the scenes of war A nobler aim invites my song to rise : No praise I fing, but his who form'd the skies : No scenes, but nature's burning vaults display'd; No pow'r, but that which wakes the sleeping dead. My theme how vast! the sun's extinguish'd rays; Ten thousand stars in one devouring blaze ; That doom, the guilty wretch must dread to hear ; The laft loud trump that stops the rolling sphere; The crowds that burft from earth's diffolving frame; All heaven descending, and a world on flame. O Thou, whose hands the bolted thunder form, Whose wings the whirlwind, and whose breath the storm : Tremendous God! this wond'ring bofom raise, And warm each thought that would attempt thy praise.


O! while I mount along thetherial

way, To fofter regions, and unclouded day, Pass the long tracks where darting lightnings glow, Or trembling view the boiling deeps below ; Lead thro' the dubious maze, direct the whole, Lend heav'nly aid to my transported foul, Teach ev'ry nobler power to guide my tongue, And touch the heart, while thou inspir'it the song. 'Twas at the hour, when midnight ghosts assume Some frightful shape, and fweep along the gloom; When the pale spectre bursts upon the view; When fancy paints the fading taper blue; Wien smiling virtue refts, nor dreads a foe; And slumber shuts the weeping eyes of woe: 'Twas then, amid the filence of the night, A graceful seraph stood before my fight, And blaz'd meridian day-the rocking ground Flam'd as he mov'd, and totter'd as he frown'd. As some vaft meteor, whose expanded glare Shoots a long stream that brightens all the air, So flam'd his burning eyes :--earth heard and shools, When from his lips these dreadful accents broke : “ Now is that hour, when at th' Almighty's call,

Surrounding flames shall melt the yielding ball ; " When worlds must blaze amid the general fire, • And suns and stars with all their hosts expire. • The long-delay'd, th' important day is come, " (All nature quake with terror at the doom.)

" For

« For which creation rose fupremely fair, “ Each world was launch'd, and hung upon the air, “ O'er fyftem fyftem roll do a shining throng, « And mov'd in filent harmony along. “ That hour is come, when God himself shall rise, « Sublime in wrath, and rend the burning skies ; « Arrest the boundless planets, as they roll, “ And burst the labouring earth from pole to pole ; “ Bid hell's remote dominions hear and shake, “ While nature finks, and all the dead awake." Warm’d as he spoke, I felt th' enliv’ning ray ; Then loos'd from earth, triumphing foar'd away : We mount at once, and, lighter than the wind, Left, as we flew, the distant clouds behind. Then far remov'd beheld th' abodes below, And wait in deep suspense the impending blow. Now o'er the brightning east Aurora spread, And ting'd the blushing cloud with morning red; The hill's proud fummit caught the waving gleam : The pale ray trembled on the quiv'ring stream; Then opening gradual from the shades of night The cloud-topt foreft shone with dawning light; Serene the beauteous landscape rose to view, The mead's green mantle wet with spangling dew, The gay-rob’d flow'rs that glow'd with heighten'd

bloom, And bow'ring dales, and groves that breath'd perfume. So when the tempeft's sweepy blaft is o'er, Nor bursts the rushing wind, nor prattling show'r :


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