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Yet this can ne'er my troubled mind appease,
Alas! these jewels brought from diftant coasts
O glorious manfions fill’d with shining fires !
you want my
dear, Farewel you stars, and you bright forms adieu ; My business here was with my love, not you. There's nothing good below without my love, Nor aught in heaven worth a faint wish above.
One world fubdu'd, the conqu’ror did deplore That niggard fate had not allow'd him more: My vafter thoughts a thousand worlds despise, Nor lose one with on such a worthless prize. Not all the universe from pole to polc, Heaven, earth, and fea, can fill my boundless soul. Till now, alas ! my soul at shadows caught, And was 'deceiv'd in what it always sought; Thou, LORD, alone, art heaven, earth, sea, to me; And all are nothing if not bleft with thee.
A R E P R O OF
FROM PRIOR'S SOLO MAN.
LONG the sunny bank, or wat'ry mead,
Tenthousand stalks their various blossoms spread: Peaceful and lowly in their native soil, They neither know to fpin, nor care to toil; Yet with confess’d magnificence deride Our gay attire, and impotence of pride.
ON THE NATIVITY OF CHRIST.
ON wide expanse proclaims a power divine,
Where twinkling stars display their distant light,
But see! conspicuous in yon eastern skies
But hark! my soul --what means that solemn voice! s Fear not, ye strangers, but with us rejoice; “ TODETHLEHEM haste-your Saviour's bleft abode, " There view the myft'ry of incarnate God !” But louder still, angelic choirs resound, “ 'The Lord a ransomn for his sons hath found ! « Proclaim falvation for a guilty race, “ Undone by NATURE, but redeem'd by Grace ! “ Ye sons of MEN repeat the folemn sound; 56 The Lord a ransom for his sons hath found !
“ Hail! happy favorites of our heavenly king ! " To you these tidings we with rapture bring : “ For You--not us-(now clad in human guise) " The willing Saviour left his native skies ! “ Our kindred spirits, when they finning fell, “ Were doom'd to suffer the fierce pangs of hell ! " There, bound in chains, the impious rebels lie, 66 And feel a thousand deaths- --but never die ! " For them, no prospect of a wish'd release, “ No views of pardon, no kind terms of peace ! “ No gleam of hope displays its distant beam, 66 No God to DIE
no Jesus to redeem“ One sinful act destroy'd their blest estate, " And stampt ETERNAL their reverse of fate ! " Then join with us, ye honor'd fons of GRACE! “ Ye happier subjects, ye dear PURCHAS’D race ! « Let heaven and earth their grateful accents raise, “ And sing with us your kinu Emmanuel's praise !" Their errand told the seraphs take their fight, Through trackless æther, unapproach'd by fight; The lift'ning thepherds, loft in ftrange amaze, Express their wonder as they distant gaze ! Thus eager look'd the apostolic few, When from their presence, their lov'd master flew ! When each fond gazer dropt a mournful tear, And wish'd to follow him--they follow'd here.
But lo! the shepherds turn their wond'ring eyes ! They seek the manger, where EMMANUEL lies. TO BETHLEHEM with hafty strides they run, There, view their SAVIOUR- there, their RISEN SUN!
Amazing thought!—but more amazing fight!
Amazing proof of thy kind errand here !
Now born the sonthe raptur'd PROPHET sung When fire celestial touch'd his hallow'd tongue ! The given son-the hope of ancient years, The mighty GOD
-the PRINCE OF PEACE appears ! WONDERFUL!-COUNSELLOR!-ALMIGHTY-ONE! Th' ETERNAL FATHER--and th’ETERNAL SON ! *
* These expressions, though agreeable to Ifa. ix. 6. may probably be adopt by a SABELLIAN, as confiftent with his owo sentiments, It may not be improper there ore to inform the candid reader, that I retain a sense of the words widely different. The DISTINCT PERSONALITY of the Godheid, is, in my judgment, a truth of the last