In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,

Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt,
And breathed in tainted air.

III.

Thy mercy sweeten'd every soil,
Made every region please;
The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd,
And smoothed the Tyrrhene seas.

IV.

Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
How, with affrighted eyes,
Thou saw'st the wide extended deep,

In all its horrors rise.

V.

Confusion dwelt on every face,

And fear in every heart;

When waves on waves, and gulfs on gulfs

O'ercame the pilot's art.

VI.

Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord!
Thy mercy set me free;
Whilst in the confidence of prayer,

My soul took hold on thee.

VII.

For though in dreadful whirls we hung
High on the broken wave,

I knew thou wert not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

VIII.

The storm was laid, the winds retired, Obedient to thy will;

The sea, that roar'd at thy command,

At thy command was still.

IX.

In midst of dangers, fears, and death,

Thy goodness I'll adore;

And praise thee for thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more

x.

My life, if thou preservest my life,
Thy sacrifice shall be;

And death, if death must be my doom,
Shall join my soul to thee.

JOHN HUGHES.

Marlborough, June 29, 1677-Feb 17, 1719.

A painter, a musician, and a poet; we want a diminutive for this last word. The Siege of Damascus, however, ranks Hughes above all his contemporary dramatists.

AN ODE,

In Praise of Peace.

Performed in Stationers' Hall, 1703.

I.

AWAKE, celestial harmony!

Turn testial harmony!'

vocal sphere around,

Goddess of melodious sound.

Let the trumpet's shrill voice,

And the drum's thundering noise,

Rouse every dull mortal from sorrows profound.

See, see!

The mighty power of harmony!

Behold how soon its charms can chase

Grief and gloom from every place!

How swift its raptures fly,

And thrill through every soul, and brighten every eye!

11.

Proceed, sweet charmer of the ear!
Proceed; and through the mellow flute,

The moving lyre,

And solitary lute,

Melting airs soft joys inspire:

Airs for drooping hope to hear,

Melting as a lover's prayer;

Joys to flatter dull despair,

And softly soothe the amorous fire.

CHORUS.

Melting airs soft joys inspire:

Airs for drooping hope to hear,
Melting as a lover's prayer:
Joys to flatter dull despair,

And softly soothe the amorous fire.