His praise around, ye flow'ry tribes, exhale, lInspir'd into the mortal mass, shall rest
Far as your sweets embalm the spicy gale: Annihilate, till Duration has unroll'd
His praise, ye dimpled streams, to earth reveal, Her never-ending line; tell, if thou know
As pleas'd ye murniur through the flow'ry vale! Why every nation, every cline, thouglı ali
His praise, ye feather d choirs, distinguish'd sing, In laws, in rites, in manners disagree,
As to your notes the vocal foresis ring ! With one conscnt expect another world,
His praise proclaim, ye monsters of the deep, Where wickedness shall weep? Why Payr
Who in the vast abyss your revels keep! Fabled Elvsian plains, Tariarian lakes, [bu
Or ye, fair natives of our earthly scene,

Styx and Cocytus? Tell, why Ilali's sons Whorangethe wilds, or haunt the pasture green! Have feign'd á paradise of mirth and love, Nor thou, vain lord of earth, with careless ear Banquets, and blooming nymphs? or rather in The universal hymn of wo:sbin hear!

Why, on the brink of Orellana's stream, But ardent in the sacred chorus join,

Where never Science rear'd her sacred torch, Thy soul transported with the task divine! Th’untutor'd Indian dreams of happier world While by his works th' Almighty is confess'd, Bchind the cloud-topt hill? Whyin each brca Supremely glorious, and supremely bless'd! Is plac'd a friendly monitor, that prompts,

Great lord of life! from whom this humble lutorins, directs, encourages, forbids? Derives the pow'r to sing thy holy name, strame Tell, why on unknown evil grief attends, Forgive the lowly Vluse, whose artless lay Or joy on secret good: Wly conscience acts Has dar'd thy sacred Attributes survey ! With tenfold force, when sickness, age, or pain Delighted oft thro' Nature's beauteous field Stands tott'ring on the precipice of deaih? Has she ador'd thy wisdom bright reveal'd; Or why such horror gnaws the guilty soul Oft have her wishes aim'd the secret song, Of dying sinners, while the good man sleeps But awful rev'rence still withhold her tongue. Peacerul and calm, and with a smile expires ? Yet as diy bounty lent the reas'ning beam, Look round the world! with what a partial hand As feels my conscious breast thy vital flame, The scale of bliss and mis'ry is sustain'd! So, blest Creator, let thy servant pay

Beneath the shade of cold obscurity His mite of gratitude this foeble way;

Pale Virtue lies; no arm supports her bead, Thy goodness own, thy Providence adore No friendly voice speaks comfort to her soul, And yield thce only --- what was thine before. Nor soft-eyed Pity drops a melting tear;

But, in their stead, Contempt and rude Disdain

Insult the banish'd wanderer: on she goes, 651. The Day of Judgement: a Seatonian Neglected and forlorn: Discase and Cold, Prize Poem. By Dr. Glynn.

And Famine, worst of ills, her steps attend! Tay Justice, heav'nly king! and that great day, Yet patient, and to Ilcaven's just will resign'd, - When Virtue, long abandon'd and forlorn, She ne'er is seen to weep, or heard to sigh.

Shall raise her pensive head; and Vice, that erst Now turn your evestoyonsweet-smellinglow'r,
Rang'd unreprov'd and free, shall sink appallid; Where, fush'd with all the insolence of wealth,
I sing advent'rous - But what eye can pierce Sits pamper'd Vice! For him th' Arabian gale
The vast imineasurable realıns of space, Breathes forth delicious odours; Gallia's bills
O'er which Messiah drives luis flaming car for him pour nectar from the purple vine.
To that bright region, where enthron'd he sits, Nor think for these he pays the tribute due
First-born of Heav'n, to judge assembled worlds, Tolleav'n: of Heav'n he never pames the name,
Cloth'd in celestial radiance? Can the Muse, Save when with imprecations dark and dire
Iler feeble wing all damp with earthly dew, He points his jest obscene. Yet busom Health
Soar to that bright empyreal, where around Sits on his rosy cheek; yet Honor giles
Myriads of angels, God's perpetual choir, His high exploits; and downs-pinion d Sleep
Hymn hallelujahs, and in concert loud Sheds a soft opiateo'er his peacefulcouch. fibis,
Chant songs of triumph to their Maker's praise!- Seest thou this, righteous Father! seest thou
Yet will I strive to sing, albeit unus'd

And wilt thou ne'er repay? Shall good and ill
To trcad poctic soil. What though the wiles Be carried undisunguish'd to the land
Of Fancy me enchanted, ne'er could lure Where all things are forgot? - Ah, no! the day
To rove 'o'er fairy lands; to swim the streams Willcome when Virtue from thecloud shall bursi,
That through her valleys wave their mazy way; That long obscurid ber beams, when Sinshallfly
Or climb her mountain tops; yet will I raise Back to her native Holl; there sink eclips'di
My feeble voice to tell what barmony

In penal darkness; where no star shall risc,
(Sweet as the music of the rolling spheres) Norever sunshine pierce th’ impervious gloom.
Attunes the moral world : that Virtue still Onthat great daythe solemn trumpshall sound,
May hope her promis'd crown; that l'icemaydread/(That trump which onccin heav'non man'srivolt
Vengeance, though late; that reas'ning Pride may Couvokid th' astonish'd seraphs) at whose voice
own

The'unpeopledgravesshallpourforthalltheir dead. Just, though unsearchable, the ways of Heav'n. Then shall'th'assembled Nations of the Earth

Sceptic! who'ever thou art, who say'st the soul, From ev'ry quarter at the judgement-seat That divine particle which God's own breath Unile; Egyptians, Babylonians, Greeks,

Parthians ;

souls.

Parthians; and they who dwelion Tyber's banks, , Set up the phantom Chance. For them in vain
Names fam'd of old: or who of later age, Alternate season's cheerd the rolling year;
Chinese and Russian, Mexican and Turk, In vain the sun o'er herb, tree, fruit and flow'r
Tenant the wild terrene; and they who pitch Shed genial influence mild; and the pale moon
Their tents on Niger's banks; or, where the sun Repair'd her waning orb.--Next these is plac'd
Pours on Golconda's spires his early light, The vile blasphemer; he whose impious wit
Drink Ganges' sacred stream. At once shall rise, Profand the sacred mysteries of faith,
Whom distant ages to each others sight And 'gainst th' impenetrable walls of Hearin
Kad long denied : before the throne shall kneel Planted his feeble battery. By these stands
Some great Progenitor, while at his side The Arch-Apostate: he with many a wile
Stand his descendants through a thousand lines. Exhorts them still to foui revoli, Alas!
Whate'er their nation, and whate'er their rank, No hope have they from black despair, no ray
Heroes and patriarcbs, slaves and sceptred kings, Shines through the gloom to cheer their sinking
With equal eye the God of all shall gee,
And judge with equal love. What though the In agonies of grief they curse the hour
With cosily pomp and aromatic sweets. [great When first they left Religion's onward way.
Einbalın'd his poor remains; or through the lome These on the left are rang'd. but on the right
A thousand tapers shed their gloomy light, A chosen band a wears, who fought beneath
While solemn organs to his parting soul The banner of Jehovah, and defied
Chanted slow orisons? Say, by what mark Satan's united legions. Soine, uninoy'd
Dost thou discern liiin from that lowly swain At the grun tyrant's frown, o'er barb'rous climes
Whose mould'ringbones beneath thethorn bound Diffusd the Gospel's light: some long immur'd
Long lay neglected ? Allat once shall rise, siurf (Sad servitude!) in chains and dungeons pin'd;
But not to equal glory; for, alas!

Or, rack'd with all the agonies of pain, they
With howlings dire, and execrations loud, Breath'd out their faithful lives. Thrice happy
Some wail their fatal birth. First among these IV hom Heav'ni elected to that glorious strife!
Behold the mighty murd'rers of mankind: Here are they plac'd, whose kind in unificence
They who in sport whole kingdomsslew ; or they Made heaven-born Science raise her drooping
Who to the tott'ring pinnacle of power [curse And on tlie labors of a future race head;
Waded through seas of blood ! How will they Entail'd their just reward. Thou amongst these,
The madness of ambition ! low lament Twife Good Sea!on! wbose well-judg'd benevolence
Their dear-bought laurels ; when the widow'd Fost'ring fair Genius, badle the poet's hand
And childless mother at the judgement seatsther Bring anuaal off'rings to his Maker's shrine,
Plead trumpet-tungu'd against them !-Here are Shalt find the generous carc was not in vain.com
Who sunk an aged father to the grave;

Here is that fav'rile band, whom mercy mild, Or with unkindness hard, and cold disdain, God's hest-lor'd attribute, adorn'd; whose gate Slighted a brother's soft'rings. - Here are they Stood evet open to the stranger's call; Whom fraud and skilful treachery long securd ; Who fed the hungry; to the thirsty lip Who from the infant virgin tore her.dow'r, Reach'd out the friendly cup; whose care benign And ate the orphan's bread; who spent their Froin the rude blast securd the pilgrim's side; In selfish luxury; or o'er their gold stores Who heard the widow's tender tale, and shook Prostrate and pale ador'd the useless heap. The galling shackle from the pris'ner's feet; Here too who stain'd thechaste connubial bed !-- Who cach endearing tie, cach office knew Who mix'd the pois'nous bowl; or broke the Of meek-eyerl, heaven-descended Charity. O hospitable friendship ; -- and the wretch flics o charity, thou nymph divinely fair! Whose listless soul, sick with the cares of life, Sweeter than those whom antient poets bound Unsuminon'd, to the prescrice of his God Jin amity's indissoluble chain, Rush'd in with insult rude. How would they joy The Graces! how shall I essay to paint Ouce more to visit earth, and, though oppressd Thy charms, celestial mail! and in rude verse With all that pain and famine can inflict, Blazon those deeds thyself didst ne'er reveal ? Pant up the hill of life? Vain wish! the judge For thee nor rankling Envy can infect, Pronounces doom etcrnal on their heads, Nor rare transport, nor high o'er weening Pride Perpetual punishment. Seck not to know Puff ip with vain conceit: ne'er didst thou What punishment! for that th' Alinizhty wiil To see ihe sinner as a verdant tree smile llas bid froin mortal eyes : and shall vain mauSpread his luxuriant branches o'er the streamı ; With eurious search refin'd presume to pry While, like soine blasted trunk, the righteous.fal Into thy secrets, Father? No! let him

Prostrate, fo:lon. When propbecies shall fail, With humble patience all thy works adore, , | When tongues shall cease, when knowledge is And walk in all thy paths; so shall his niced

no more, Be great in Heav'n, so haplu shall he 'scape And this great day is come, thou by the throne Th' inimortal worin and never-eeasing fire. Slalt sit t-iuunplant. Thither, lovely maid!

But who are they, who boundintentoid chains Bear me, O bear me on thy soaring wing, Stand horribly aghast? This is that crew And through the adamantine gates of Hca'vn Who strave to pull Jehovah from his throne, Conduct iny steps, sain from the fiery gulph And in the place of heavcu's clemal King And dark abyss, where Sin and Sacau seign!

But can the Muse, her pambers :Ull too weak, | And rudely carol these incondite lavs, sinouih Tell how that restless element of fire

Soon shall be band be check'd, and denb the Shall wage with seas and earth intestine war, That liss the fali'ring strain.--O may it neer And deluge all creation? Whether (so

Intrude unwelcome on an ill--pent hour; Some think) the comet, as through fields of air But find me wrapt in meditations high, Lawless he wanders, shall rush headlong on (Hymuring my great Creator!-Thwartingti'ecliptic, whereth'unconsciousearth

- Pow'r Supreme ! Rolls in 'her wonted course ; whether the sun " () o'erlasting King! 10 ihce I kneel, With force centripetal into his orb

" To thee I lift my voice. With fervent heat Attract her, lony reluctant ; or the caves, “ Melt, all ye elements! And thou high heav'n, Those dead volcanos, where engend'ring lie “ Shrinklikeashrivell'dscroll! Butthink, O Lord, Sulphureous minerals, froin the dark abyss

"Think on the best, the noblest of thy works ; Pour streains of liquid fire; while from above, Think on their own bright image! Think on As erst on Sodom, Heaven's avenging hand I

rbiin

. Rains fierce combustion. -- Where are now the "- Who died to saveus from thy righteous wralit: Orart, the toil of ages? - Where are now (works“ Andmidst the-wreckofworlds rememberman!" Tu imperial cities, sepulchres and domes, Trophies and pillars ? Jhere is Egypt's boast, Those lotiy paramids, which high in ais

$59. IIYUNS. By Mrs. Barbauld. Reard their aspiring heads, to distant times Quid prius dicam solitis Parentis Of Memphian's pride a lasting monument? Laudibus ? qui res hominum ac deorum, Tell me where Atheng rais'd her tow'rs? where! Qui mare ac terras, variisque mundum Thebes

Temperat horis ?

HORAT. Open'd hver hurrired portals? - Tell me where

HYMN I. Stood sea-rirt Allvion ? wliere Imperial Rome, JEHOVAH reigns: let ev'ry nation hear, Propt, by scren hills, sat like a scepired queen, And at his footstool bow with holy fear; And aw' the tributary world to peace.

Let Ilear'ns high arches echo with his name, Show ine the rampart whichi o'er many a hill, 1 Ardthe wide peopled earth his praiseproclaim; Through manv a valley, streich'dits wide extent, Then send it down to hell's deep glooins reRuis'd by that mighly nonarch to repel

sounding,

ing The roving Tartar, when with insuli rude Thiro' ail her cares in dreadful murmurs soundGainst Perkin's tow'rs he bent th' unerring bow. He rules with wide and absolute cominand But what is mimic art ? E'en Nature's work, O'er the broad ocean and the sted fast landSens, meadows, pasiures, the meand'ritg streams, Jehovah reigns, unbounded and alone, And everlasting hills, shall be no more.

And all creation hangs beneath his throne : No inore sball Teneriit, cloud-piercing height! (He reigns alone; let no inferior nature O'er hang th' Allauie surre; nor that fun'dchill, Usurp or share the throne of the Creator. Thro, which the Persian steeri with many a sail, lle saw the struguhin beams of infant light Throw to the Lemnian isle its evening shade 1

Shoot tiro' the massy gloom ofautient night, O'er half the wide Egean. Ithere are now

Hlis spirit hrush'd the elemental strife, The Als that contin'd with unnumber'd realms, And brooded o'er the kindling seeds of life: · And froin the Black Sea to the ocean stream Seasons and inonths began the long procession, Streich deheirextended arins!--ilhere's Artarai,

Taral, And measur'd o'er the year in bright succession. That hill on which the fuiihtul patriarch's ask,

The joyful sun sprung up th'ethereal way, \Vhich seven long inonilishad voyag'fo'eriis lop, First rested, when the Carth with all her sons,

Siroog as a giant, as a bridegroom gay; As now by streaming cataracts of fire,

And ihe pale inoon diffus'd her shadowy light - Was whelmud by michir laters ?--All at once

Superioro'er the dusky brow of night; [ing, Are vanish'd and dissolvid; no trace romains,

Ten ihousand glittring lainps the skies adornNo mark of vain distinction : heaven itseif,

Numerous as dew-drops from the womb of That azure vault, with all those radiant orbs,

morning. Sinks in the universal ruin lost:

Earth's blooming face with rising Gow'rs he No more shall planets round their central sun .

dressid Move in barmonious dance; no more the moon and spread a verdant mantle o'er her breast; Hang out her silvet lamp ; and those fix'd stars! Then from the hollow of his hand he pours Spangling the golden canopy of night,

The circling waters found her winding shores, Which oft the Tuscan with his opiic glass

The new-born world in their cool arms eme Calld from their wondrous height, to read their Apd maonirude, sumie winged mini terounes And with soft murinurs still her banks caressing. Shall quench ; and sufest sign that all on earth At length -he rose complete in finish'd pride, Is lostshail rend from heren ibe mystic bow. All fair and spotless, like a virgin bride: *

Such is that awful, that tremendous dar, Fresh wilh antarmislid lustre as she stood, Whose coming who shall tell? For as a thief l ler Maker bless'd his work, and callidit gooue, Inbeard, unseen, it steal, ivith silent para lain, The morning stars, with joyful acclamation, Tluogh night's dark glovin -- Pennaps as here 1 Esulting sung, and haild ihe new crcation

" Yet

Yet this fair world, the creature of a day, Should thine alter'd hand restrain Tho' built by God's right hand, inust pass The early and the latter rain; away;

Blast each op'ning bud of joy, And long oblivion creep o'er mortal things, And the rising year destroy;

The fate of empires, and the pride of kings : Yet to thee my sow should raise Eternal might shall veil their proudest story,

Grateful vows, and solemn praise ;
And drop the curtain o'er all human glory.

And, when ev'ry blessing's flown,
The sun himself, with weary clouds opprest, Love thee for thyself alone.
Shall in his silent, dark pavilion rest :
His golden urn shall broke and useless lie,

HYMN 111.
Amidst the common ruins of the sky!
The stars rush headlong in the wild commotion,

For Easter-Sunday.
And bathe their glitt'ring foreheads in the ocean. AGAiN the Lord of life and light

But fix'd, O God! for ever stands thy throne;l Awakes the kindling ray;
Jehovah reigns, a universe alone;

Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
Th' etemal fire that seeris cach vital flaine, | And pours increasing day.
Collected or diffus'd is still the same. To what a night was that which wrapt
He dwells within his own unfathom'd essence, The heathen world in gloom!
And fills all space with his unbounded presence. Jo what a gun which broke this day,

But oh! our highest notes the theme debase, Triumphant frain the tornb!
And silence is our least injurious praise : [trol,

This day be grateful homage paid,
Cease, cease your songs, the daring flight con And loud hosannas sung ;
Revere him in the stillness of the soul;

Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart,
With silent duty meekly bend before him,

And praise on ev'ry tongue.
And deep within your inmost hearts adore him.

Ten thousand diff ring lips shall join :
HYMN 11.

To hail this welcoine morn;

Which scatters blessings from its wings
Pearsz to God, immortal praise,

To nations yet unborn.
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of every joy,

Jesus, the friend of human kind,
Let thy praise our tongue's einploy ;

With strong compassion mov'd, .

Descended, like a pitying God, For the blessings of the field,

To save the souls he lov'd. For the stores the gardens yield,

The pow'rs of darkness leagu'd in vain For the vine's exalted juica,

Tobind his soul in death; For the gen-rous olive's use ;

He shook their kingdom, when he fell, Flocks that whiten all the plain,

With his expiring breath. Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain,

Not long the toils of hell could keep Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews,

| The hope of Judah's line 3 Suns that temp'rate warmth diffuse ;

| Corruption never could take hold All that Spring with bounteous hand

On ought so much divine. Scatters o'er the smiling land;

And now his conqu’ring chariot wheels All that lib'ral Autumn pours

Ascend the lofty skies; Fron her rich o'er flowing stores:

While broke, beneath his pow’rful cross,

Death's iron sceptre lies.
These to thee, my God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings How ; :

| Exalted high at God's right hand, And for these my soul shall raise

And Lord of all below, Grateful rows and solemn praise.

Thro' him is pard'ning love dispens'il,

And boundless blessings flow. Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear

And still for erring, guilty man From its stem the rip’ning ear;

A brother's pity Rows; Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot

And still his bleeding heart is touchd Drop her green untimely fruit;

With piesn'ry of our woes. Should the yine put forth no riore,

To thee, my Saviour and my King,
Narthe olive yield her store ;

Glad homage let me give;
Though the sick'ping flocks should fall, | And stand prepard, like thee to die,
And the herds deseri the stall;

With cheewhat I may live. Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines, the labor of the olive all fal, and the fields shail yield no meat, the rocks shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be to ferd in thes talls; yet I will rejoice ia che Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.

HABAKKUX, iii. 17. 18. E

HOMX IV.

I HYMN IV.

$ 53. An Address to the Deity. BEHOLD where, breathing love divine,

Mrs. Barban Our dving Naster stands!

Deus est quodcunque vides, quocunque mot Ilis weeping followers gath'ring round

LICA Receive his last commands.

God of my life, and anthor of my days! From that mild Teacher's parting lip

Permit my feeble voice to lisp thiv praise ; What onder accents fill!

And trembling take upon a mortal tongue The gentle precept iliich he gave

| That hallowd nams lo larps of Seraphs sun Became its author well.

Yet hier: the brightest Seraphis could no mor • Bless'd is the man whose sofi'ning heart

Than lide their faces, tremble, and adore. " Feels all another's pain :

Worms, angels, men, in ev'ry diff'rent sphere, “ To whom the supplicauing eye

Are equal all, for all are nothing here. “ Was never raisi in vain;

All Nature faints beneath the mighty name,

Which Nature's works, thro' all her paris, pr " Whose breast expands with gen'rous warnih

claim. “ I stran ser's woes to feel :

I feel that name my inmost thoughts contra “ And bleuis in pity o'er the round.

And breathe an awful stillness thro' my soul; “ lie wants the pow'r to heal.

is by a cların the waves of grief subside; “ He spreads his kind suppuriing arms

Impetuous passion stops her headlong tide : " To ev'ry child of griet';

At thy felt presence all cmotious cease, “ His secrei bounty largely flows,

| And my husb'd spirit finds a sudden peace, « And brings unask'd relief.

Till ev'ry worldly thought within me dies, " To gentle otiices of love

and earth's gay pageants vanish from my eyes, “ Ilis feet are never slow ;

Till all my sense is lost in infinite, “lle viewş, thro' merry's Melling eye,

And one vast object fills my aching sights “ A brother in a foe.

But soon, alas! this holy calm is broke;

1. My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke; • Peace from the bosom of his God,

With shackled pinions strives to soar in vain, ".lv peace to hub i give!

And mingles with the dross of earil again. “ And when he kneels before the throne,

Birt he, our gracious Master, kind as just, “ His trembling soul shall live.

Knowing our frame, remembers man is clust. " To him protection shall be shown,

His spirit, ever brooding o'er our mind, " and mercy frogs above

Sees the first wish to better hopes inclin'd; * Descend on tho-ewho thu: fulfil

Marks the young dawn of ev'ry viruous aim, "The perfect low oilove."

And fans the sinoaking flax into a lame

His ears are open to the softest cry, ", HYNN V.'

His grace descends to meet the lified eye; Awake, my soul! lifting the cres,

He reads the language of a silent let, See where thy focs a canst thee rise,

And sighs are incense from a heart sincere. In long array, a mun'rous luost;

Such are the voivs, the sacrifice I give : Awake, may soul, or ihou art lost.

Accept the row, and bid the suppliant lire. Here giant Danger threat'ning stands

From each terrestrial bondage set me free;

Still ev'ry wish that centres not in thee;
Must'ring his pale terrific bands;
There Pleisure's silken banners spread,

Bid my fond hopes, my vain disquiets cease,
And willing souls are coprive ler.

And point iny path to everlasting peace.

1 Ifihe soft hand of winning pleasure leads See where rebellious passiops rage,

By living waters, and thro' flow'ry meads, And fierce desires au lusti Cluge;

When all is smiling, tranquil and serene, The meaneat foe of all the inin

| And verbal beauty paints ihe flatt'ring scene, Blas thousands and ten thousand slain.

Oh! teach me to elude cach latent snare, Tho: tread'st upon enchanted ground,

Aud whisper to my sliding heart — Beware! Perils and spares beset thee round;

With caution let me hear the Syren's voice, Beware of all, and ev'ry part,

And doubtful, with a trembling heart rejoice. Bit must the traitor : thy heart.

If friendless in a vale of tcars I stray, Tway,

| Where briers wound, and thorns perplex iny Come then, iny soul, now learn to wield

Still let my steady soul thy goodness sce, The weight of ihrenrortal slicia;

And with strong contidence, lav hold on thee; Put on the armor from above

With equal eye niy various lot receive, Of heav'nd, truth and !icar'nly lore.

Resignd to die, or resolute to live; The terror and the charın repel,

Prepard to kiss the sceptre.or de rod, Ana pow'rs of earth, and pow'rs of hell While God is seen in all, and all in God. The iman of Calvary triumph'd liere ;

I reall his awful naine emblazon'd high Why should his faithfui follosers fen? With golden letters on th' illumin'd sky.