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The PRAISE of the MORNING; Or, The Sluggard Reproved. THOMSON, NALSELY luxurious, will not Man awake
And, springing from the Bed of Sloth, enjoy The cool, the fragrant, and the filent Hour, To Meditation due, and facred Song ? For is there ought in Sleep can charm the Wise! To lye in dead Oblivion, losing Half The feeting Moments of too short a Life ? Total Extinction of the enlighten'd Soul ; Or else to feverish Vanity alive, Wilder'd, and tossing thro' distemper’d Dreams? Who would in such a gloomy State remain, Longer than Nature craves ; when every Muse And every blooming Pleasure wait without, To bless the wildly-devious Morning Walk ?
A Storm of Thunder and Lightening. THOMSON.
IS listening Fear, and dumb Amazement all:
When to the startled Eye the sudden Glance Appears far South, eruptive thro' the Cloud; And following flower, in Explofion vaft, The Thunder raises his tremendous Voice. At first, heard solemn o'er the Verge of Heaven, The Tempest growls ; but as it nearer comes, And rolls its awful Burden on the Wind, The Lightnings flash a larger Curve and more The Noise astounds : 'till over Head a Sheet Of livid Flame discloses wide, then shuts And opens wider, shuts and opens still Expansive, wrapping Ether in a Blaze.
Follows the loosen'd aggravated Roar,
Down comes a Deluge of sonorous Hail, Or prone-descending Rain. Wide-rent, the Clouds Pour a whole Flood; and yet, its Flame unquench'd, Th’ unconquerable Light’ning struggles thro' Ragged and fierce, or in red whirling Balls, And fires the Mountain with redoubled Rage, Black from the Stroke, above, the finouldring Pine Stands a sad shatter'd Trunk; and, stretch'd below, A lifeless Groupe the blafted Cattle lie; Here the soft Flocks, with that same harmless Look They wore alive, and ruminating still In Fancy's Eye ! and there the frowning Bull, And Ox half-rais'd, Struck on the castled Cliff, The venerable Tower and spiry Fane Refign their aged Pride. The gloomy Woods Start at the Flash, and from the deep Recess, Wide-flaming out, their trembling Inmates shake. Amid Carnarvon's Mountains rages
loud The repercussive Roar : with mighty Crush, Into the flashing Deep, from the rude Rocks Of Penmanmaur heap'd hideous to the Sky, Tumble the smitten Cliffs ; and Snowden's Peak, Diffolving, instant yields his wintry Load. Far feen, the Heights of heathy Cheviot blaze, And Thule bellows thro' her utmost Illes.
A Prayer Prayer for the Prosperity of Great Britain.
Thou! by whose almighty Nod the Scale
Of Emp.re rites, or aiternate falls, Send forth the saving VIRTUES round the Land, In bright Patrole: White Peace, and social Love; The tender-looking Charity, intent On gentle Deeds, and shedding Tears thro' Smiles; Undaunted Truth, and Dignity of Mind; Courage compos'd, and keen; found Temperance, Healthful in Heart and Look; clear Chejtity With Blahes reddening as the moves along, Disorder'd at the deep Regard the draws; Rough Inauftry, Activity untirid, With copious Life inform’d, and all awake; While in the radiant Front, superior Shines That first paternal Virtue, public Zeal, Who throws o'er all an equal wide Survey, And, ever musing on the common Weal, Still labours glorious with fome great Design.
Moral Reflections on a future State, THOMSON.
US done!- Dread WinToR sprede his
latest Glooms, And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd Year. How dead the vegetable Kingdom lies! How dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends His desolate Domain. Behold, fond Man! See here thy pictur’d Life; pass some few Years Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent
T'hy fober Autumn fading into Age,
sad dy'd, neglected: Why the good Man's Sl "In Life was Gall and Bitterness of Sou; Why the lone Widow, and her Orphans pin’d, In starving Solitude : while Luxury, In Palaces, lay straining her low Thoughts, To form unreal Wants : Why. Heaven-born Truth And Moderation fair, wore the red Marks Of Superftition's Scourge; Why licens’d Pain, That cruel Spoiler, that emboson'd Foe,
Imbitter'd all our Bliss. Ye good Distrest!
APR A T E R.
ATHER of Light and Life! thou good supreme!
O teach me what is good! teach me Thyself! Save me from Folly, Vanity, and Vice, From every low Pursuit ! and feed
Soul With Knowledge, conscious Peace, and Virtue Pure, Sacred, substantial, never-fading Bliss !
Man a Miracle to Himself.
OW poor? how rich ? how abject? how august?
How passing wonder HE, who made him such? Who center'd in our Make such strange Extremes ? Erom different Natures marvelously mixt, Connexion exquisite of distant Worlds ! Distinguisht Link in Being's endless Chain! Midway from Nothing to the Deity ! A Beam æthereal, fully'd, and absorpt! Tho' sally'd and dishonour'd, still Divine ! Dim Miniature of Greatness absolute ! An Heir of Glory! a frail Child of Dust! Helpless Immortal ! Infe&t Infinite ! A Worm! a God !--I tremble at myself, F