Great eye of all, whose glorious ray
Rules the bright empire of the day,
O praise his name, without whofe purer light
Thou hadít been hid in an abyfs of night.

Ye moon and planets, who dispense, By God's command, your influence; Refign to him, as your Creator due, That veneration which men pay to you,

Faireft, as well as first, of things,
From whom all joy, all beauty fprings ;
O praife th' Almighty Ruler of the globe,
Who ufeth thee for his empyreal robe.

Praise him ye loud harmonious spheres,
Whofe facred ftamp all nature bears,

Who did all forms from the rude chaos draw,
And whofe command is th' univerfal law:

Ye watery mountains of the sky,
And you so far above our eye,
Vaft ever-moving orbs, exalt his name,
Who gave its being to your glorious frame.

Ye dragons, whofe contagious breath
Peoples the dark retreats of death,

Change your fierce hiffing into joyful song,

And praife your Maker with your forked tongue.

Praise him, ye monsters of the deep,

That in the feas vaft bofoms fleep;

At whofe command the foaming billows roar,
Yet know their limits, tremble and adore.

Ye mifts and vapours, hail and fnow,

And

you who through the concave blow,

Swift executors of his holy word,

Whirlwinds and tempests, praise th' Almighty Lord. ·

Mountains, who to your Maker's view Seem lefs than mole-hills do to you, Remember how, when firft Jehovah spoke, All heaven was fire, and Sinai hid in smoke.

Praife him, fweet offspring of the ground, With heavenly nectar yearly crown'd; And ye tall cedars, celebrate his praife, That in his temple facred altars raife.

Idle musicians of the spring,

Whose only care's to love and fing,

Fly through the world, and let your trembling throat Praife your Creator with the sweetest note.

Praife him each favage furious beaft,
That on his stores do daily feast :

And you tame flaves of the laborious plow,
Your weary knees to your Creator bow.

Majestic monarchs, mortal gods,
Whofe power hath here no periods,

May all attempts against your crowns be vain!
But still remember by whose power you reign.

Let the wide world his praises fing,

Where Tagus and Euphrates spring,

And from the Danube's frosty banks, to those
Where from an unknown head great Nilus flows.

You that difpofe of all our lives,

Praise him from whom your power derives ; Be true and just like him, and fear his word, As much as malefactors do your fword.

Praise him, old monuments of time;
O praise him in your youthful prime;
Praise him, fair idols of our greedy fenfe;
Exalt his name, fweet age of innocence.

Jehovah's name shall only last,

When heaven, and earth, and all is past : Nothing, great God, is to be found in thee, But unconceivable eternity.

Exalt, O Jacob's facred race,

The God of gods, the God of grace ; Who will above the ftars your empire raise, And with his glory recompenfe your praise.

A PRO.

A PROLOGUE,

SPOKEN ΤΟ

His Royal Highness the DUKE of YORK, At Edinburgh.

FOLLY and vice are easy to defcribe,

The common fubjects of our fcribbling tribe;
But when true virtues, with unclouded light,
All great, all royal, shine divinely bright,
Our eyes are dazzled, and our voice is weak;
Let England, Flanders, let all Europe fpcak,
Let France acknowledge that her fhaken throne
Was once fupported, Sir, by you alone:
Banish'd from thence for an ufurper's fake,
Yet trufted then with her last desperate stake :
When wealthy neighbours ftrove with us for power,
Let the fea tell, how in their fatal hour,
Swift as an eagle, our victorious prince,
Great Britain's genius, flew to her defence;

His name ftruck fear, his conduct won the day,
He came, he faw, he feiz'd the ftruggling prey,
And while the heavens were fire and th' ocean blood,
Confirm'd our empire o'er the conquer'd flood.
O happy iflands, if you knew your blifs!
Strong by the fea's protection, fafe by his!
Exprefs your gratitude the only way,
And humbly own a debt too vaft to pay:

Let Fame aloud to future ages tell,

None e'er commanded, none obey'd so well;
While this high courage, this undaunted mind,
So loyal, fo fubmiffively refign'd,

Proclaim that fuch a hero never springs,

But from the uncorrupted blood of kings.

On a young Lady who fung finely, and was afraid of a Cold.

WINTER, thy cruelty extend,

Till fatal tempefts fwell the fea.

In vain let finking pilots pray ;
Beneath thy yoke let Nature bend,
Let piercing froft, and lafting fnow,
Through woods and fields deftruction fow!
Yet we unmov'd will fit and fmile,
While thefe leffer ills create,

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These we can bear; but, gentle Fate,

And thou, bleft Genius of our ifle,
From Winter's rage defend her voice,
At which the liftening Gods rejoice.
May that celestial found each day
With extafy transport our fouls,
Whilft all our paffions it controls,
And kindly drives our cares away;
Let no ungentle cold deftroy,
All tafte we have of heavenly joy!

VIRGIL'S

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