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Black murder breeds, to level at his head,
“Enough!" the KING, “Enough!" the saintreAnd pours his swift repentance from his eyes : Falls on the ground, and tears the nuptial vest, By which his crime's completion was express'd: Then, with a sigh, blasting to carnal love, Drawn deep as hell, and piercing heav'n above, « Let me, he cries, let me, attend his rod, “ For I have finn'd, for I have lost my GOD!”
“ Hold ! says the prophet, of that speech beware, God ne'er was lost, unless by man's despair : The wound that thus is willingly reveal'd, Th' ALMIGHTY is as willing should be heal'd: Thus wash'd in tears, thy soul as fair does show, As the first fleece, which on the lamb does grow Or on the mountain's top the Aaky snow.
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“Shall I then pay but part, and owe the whole?
È É I G R A M
ON THE FALSE REPORT OF MRS. KY'S DEATH.
N wings of wind his journey rumor sped,
Proclaiming wide illustrious K-y dead :
THOUGHTS ON PSALM cxix, xx.
MY SOUL BREAKETH OUT FOR THE VERY FERVENT DESIRE
THAT. IT HATH ALWAYS UNTO THY JUDGMENTS.
HILE heaven and earth folicit me to love,
My doubtfulchoice is puzzldwhich t'approve: Heaven cries, OBEY, while earth proclaims, be FREE, Heaven urges DUTY, earth pleads LIBERTY. Call’d hence by heaven, by earth I'm call'd again, Toft, like a vessel on the restless main : These diff'rent loves a doubtful combat wage, And thus obstruct the choice they would engage. Ah! 'tis enough; let my long-harrass'd mind In the best choice a peaceful haven find! O my dear GOD! let not my soul incline To any love, or let that love be thine ! True, it is pleasant to be free to chuse, And when we will, accept; when not, refuse. Freedom of choice endures restraint but ill, 'Tis usurpation on the unbounded will. The neighing steed thus loos’d from bit and rein, To his lov'd pasture runs in hafte again. So the glad ox, from his plough-burthen freed, Runs lowing on to wanton in the mead: And when the hind their freedom would revoke, THAT fcorns his harness, this defies the yoke. Freedom in choice we fondly count a bliss; Eager to chuse, tho' oft we chuse amiss.
So the young PRODIGAL, impatient grown
Oh! why, like fueh, grown restless with desire,
THOUGHTS THOUGHTS ON PSALM cxix. v.
FROM THE SAME.
O THAT MY WAYS WERE MADE 30 DIRECT, THAT I MIGHT
KEEP THY STATUTES!
N what a maze of error here I stray,
Where various paths confound my doubtful way! This, to the right; THAT to the left-hand lies : Here,vales descend; THERE swelling mountains rise: This has an easy, THAT a rugged way; The treach'ry This conceals, THAT does betray. But whither these fo diff'rent courses go, Their wand'ring paths forbid, till try'd, to know. Here thwarting difficulties stay my feet, And on each road I threat'ning dangers meet. But, more to heighten and increase my dread, Darkness involves each doubtful step I tread : No friendly tracts my wand'ring footsteps guide, Nor other feet th' untrodden ground have try'd.
Oh! who will help a wretch thus gone astray ! What friendly star direct my dubious way? A glorious cloud conducted ISRAEL's Alight, By day their cov'ring, as their guide by night. The eastern kings found Bethlehem too from far, Led by the conduct of a twinkling star.
Nor be thou less propitious, Lord, to me, Sinee all my business is to worship thee.