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PARAPHRASE ON THE THIRTEENTH CHAPTER
FIRST EPISTLE TO THE CORINTHIANS.
Did sweeter sounds adorn my flowing tongue,
Charity, decent, modest, easy kind,
in each heart a little heaven.
High as we may, we lift our reason up,
But soon the mediate clouds shall be dispelld;
Then constant Faith and holy hope shall die, One lost in certainty, and one in joy: Whilst thou, more happy pow'r, fair Charity, Triumphant sister, greatest of the three, Thy office and thy nature still the same, Lasting thy lamp, and unconsum'd thy flame, Shalt still survive Shalt stand before the host of heaven confest, For ever blessing, and for ever bleşt.
FRAILTY AND FOLLY OF MAN.
GREAT Heav'n! how frail thy creature man is
made ! How by himself insensibly betray'd ! In our own strength unhappily secure, Too little cautious of the adverse pow'r; And by the blast of self-opinion mov'd, We wish to charm, and seek to be belov’d. On pleasure's flowing brink we idly stray, Masters as yet of our returning way: Seeing no danger, we disarm our mind; And give our conduct to the waves and wind: Then in the flow'ry mead, or verdant shade, To wanton dalliance negligently laid, We weave the chaplet, and we crown the bowl, And smiling see the nearer waters roll; Till the strong gusts of raging passion rise, Till the dire tempest mingles earth and skies; And swift into the boundless ocean borne, Our foolish confidence too late we mourn: Round our devoted heads the billows beat; And from our troubled view the lessen'd lands
CHRIST ABOVE ALL PRAISE.
Thy throne, O God, is for ever and ever.
THO'heaven's bright hosts with earth in concert
join, Their voice æthereal, and their notes divine: Tho'myriad-worlds their whole oblations bring, And nature strikes the universal string : Tho' yet unform’d, unnumber'd orbs shall roll, And pour at once the thunder of their soul! Spread all the pow'rs of Harmony abroad, And concrete rise, to swell the grand applaud, Strength to their King, and Glory to their God! Yet would this high, this full accented choir, Tho' flush'd with all that being could inspire, Of transport's joy, or love's harmonic fire, In vain assay, the Infinite to raise, Exalt his greatness, or support his praise ! Their utmost skill would disproportion'd prove, And shame their efforts, while it shew'd their love! Each foild attempt, diminish or debase The glorious theme, and seal its own disgrace.