Where on the world's remoteft verge Th' unactive leafons lie, And not one genial ray The rigor of the sky. unbinds On that unhabitable shore, Where I may view without a fhade, Beneath th' Æquator, or the Pole, Could live for her I love. A PROLOGUE for the STROLLERS. GENTEELS, of old pert prologues led the way, To guide, defend, and usher in the play, As powder'd footmen run before the coach, As for the play-'tis hardly worth our care, Ev'n in our old original, a cart. With pride inverted, and fantastic power, To aggravate the case, we have not one, Humbly content and pleas'd with what was dreft, *The Spartan Hero, a tragedy, by Mr. Dryden. The The EIGHTH PSALM TRANSLATED.. King eternal and divine ! The world is thine alone: Above the stars thy glories shine, How far extends thy mighty name ! The infant's tongue shall speak thy power, And vindicate thy laws; The tongue that never spoke before, Shall labour in thy cause. For when I lift my thoughts and eyes, Who in their dance attend the moon, And pour around her filver throne, Lord! what is mortal man? that he Thy kind regard should share ? What is his fon, who claims from thee And challenges thy care? The flocks that through the valley ftray, Whatever horrid monfters tread The paths beneath the fea, And fullenly obey. O Lord, how far extends thy name! Thy deeds from pole to pole. PSALM the Twenty-fourth, PARAPHRASED. F AR as the world can ftretch its bounds, The Lord is king of all, His wondrous power extends around The circuit of the ball. For he within the gloomy deeps Its dark foundations caft, And rear'd the pillars of the earth Who fhall afcend his Sion's hill, And fee Jehovah there? Who from his facred fhrine fhall breathe The facrifice of prayer? He only whofe unfully'd foul Fair virtue's paths has trod, Who with clean hands and heart regards On him fhall his indulgent Lord From God his Saviour fhall defcend Of those who feek his righteous ways, Is this the chofen race, Who bafk in all his bounteous fmiles, And flourish in his grace. Lift up your stately heads, ye doors, Ye everlasting doors, who guard The paffes of the skies. Swift from your golden hinges leap, Your barriers roll away, Now throw your blazing portals wide, For |