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Love only enters as a native there;

For, born in heaven, it does but sojourn here.
He that alone would wife and mightý be,

HIS iron age (so fraudulent and bold !)
Commands that others love as well as he.
Love as he lov'd !-How can we soar so high?

of gold;
He can add wings, when he commands to Ay.
Nor should we be with this command dismay'd;

Not, as they feign'd, that oaks should honey drop,

Or land neglected bear an unfowe crop : He that examples gives, will give his aid ;

Love would make all things easy, safe, and chcap: For he took flesh, that, where his precepts fail, None for himself would either fow or reap: His practice, as a pattern, may prevail.

Our ready help and mutual love would yield His love at once, and dread instruct our thought; A nobler harveft than the richest field; As Man he fuffer'd, and as God he taught. Famine and death, confin'd to certain parts, Will for the deed he takes; we may with eafe Obedient be; for if we love, we please.

Extended are by barrenness of hearts.

Some pine for want, where others furfeit now; Weak though we are, to love is no hard task,

But then we should the afe of plenty know. And love for love is all that Heaven does alk.

Love would betwixt the rich and needy ftand; Love! that would all men just and temperate And spread heaven's bounty with an equal hand : make,

At once the givers and receivers bless; Kind to themfelves, and others for his fake.

Increase their joy, and make their suffering less "Tis with our minds as with a fertile ground;

Who for himself no miracle would make, H'anting this love, they must with weeds abound, Dispens'd with several for the people's fake : Unruly paffions) whose effects are worfe

He that, long-lasting, would no wonder show, Than thorns and thistles, fpringing from the curfe. Made loaves and fishes, as they eat them, grow.

Of all his power, which boundlefs was above,
Here he us'd none, but to express his love :

And such a love would make our joy exceed,

Not when our own, but other mouths, we feed.

Laws would be useless, which rude nature awe; "O glory man, or misery, is born;

Love, changing nature, would prevent the law :

Tigers and lions into dens we thruft ; Vretched he is, or happy, in extreme ;

But milder creatures with their freedom truft. Base in himfelf, but great in Heaven's esteem:

Devils are chain’d and tremble ; but the Spouse Vith love, of all created things the best.

No force but love, nor bond but bounty, knows. Vithout it, more pernicious than the rest.

Men (whom we now fo fierce and dangerous fee) or greedy wolves unguarded sheep devour

Would guardian-angels to cach other be : iut while their hunger lafts, and then give o'er : Such wonders can this mighty love perform; Man's boundless avarice his want exceeds, Vultures to doves, wolves into lambs transform! ind on his neighbours round about him feeds.

Love what Ifaiah prophesy'd can do, His pride and vain ambition are so vast,

Exalt the valleys, lay the mountains low; "hat, deluge-like, they lay whole nations waste:

Humble the lofty, the rejected raise, Debauches and excess (though with less noise) Smooth and make straight our rough and crooked is great a portion of mankind destroys.

ways. "he beasts and monsters Hercules opprest, Love, strong as death, and like it, levels all; light, in that age, some provinces infest;

With that possest, the great in title fall : "hese more destructive monsters are the bane

Themselves esteem but equal to the least, f every age, and in all nations reign :

Whom Heaven with that high character has ut foon would vanish, is the world were bless'd

blent. Vith sacred love, by which they are repress'd, This love, the centre of our union, can Impendent death, and guilt that threatens hell,

Alone bestow complete repose on man: ile dreadful guests, which here with mortals Tame his wild appetite, make inward peace,

And foreign strife among the nations cease. und a vex'd conscience, mingling with their joy No martial trumpet frould disturb our rest, houghts of despair, does their whole life annoy:

Nor Princes arm, though to subdue the East; ut, love appearing, all those terrors fly; Where for the tonib so many Heroes (taught Ve live contented, and contented die.

By those that guided their devotion) fought. "hey in whose breast this facred love has place,

Thrice happy we, could we like ardour have leath, as a passage to their joy, embrace.

To gain his love, as they to win his grave! "ouds and thick vapours, which obscure the day,

Love as he lov'd! A love so unconfin'd, the sun's victorious beams may chace away; With arms extended, would embrace mankind, 'hose which our life corrupt and darken, love Self-love would cease, or be dilated, when The nobler ftar!) muft from the soul remove.

We should behold as many selfs as mep : pots are obferv'd in that which bounds the year;

All of one family, in blood ally'd, his brighter fun moves in a boundless sphere :

His precious blood, that for our ransom dy'd! f Heaven the joy, the glory, and the light; hines among Angels, and admits a night.


THeines Buches livetje image on our thought,



Joy fo complete, so solid, and severe,

Would leave no place for meaner pleasures *HOUGH the creation (só divinely taught!)| Pale they would look, as stars that must be

When from the east the rising sun comes of That the first spark of new-created light, From Choas strook, affects our present light: Yet the first Chriftians did esteem more bleft

ELEGY: BY MR. TALBOT The day of rising, than the day of rest; That every week might new occasion give, To make his triumph in their memory live.

MR. WALLER'S “ POEM OF DIVINE LOTT Then let our Muse compose a sacred charm,

To keep his blood among us eyer warm :
And singing, as the Blessed do above,


UCH were the last, the sweetest, noter With our last breath dilate this flame of love.

hung But, on so vast a subject, who can find

Upon our dying swan's melodious tongue; Words that may reach th' ideas of his mind ? Notes, whose strong charms the dullest er Our language fails: or, if it could supply,

move, What mortal thought can raise itself so high? And melt the hardest heart in flames of low Despairing here, we might abandon art,

Notes, whose feraphic raptures speak a mit: And only hope to have it in our heart.

From human thoughts and earthly dross ret: But though we find this sacred talk too hard, So just their harmony, so high their flight, Yet the design, th' endeavour, brings reward. With joy I read them, and with wonder wie The contemplation does suspend our woe,

Sure, happy Saint, this aoblc song was a And make a truce with all the ills we know. To fit thee for th' approaching joys of Heart As Saul's afflicted spirit, from the sound

Love, wondrous love, whose conquef wa Of David's harp, a present solace found:

theme, So on this theme while we our Muse engage, Has taught thy soul the airy way to climb. No wounds are felt, of fortune or of age. Love snatch'd thee, like Elijah, to the fky, On divine love to meditate is peace,

In flames that not consume, but purify: And makes all care of meaner things to cease. There, with thy fellow-angels mix'd, and I

Amaz'd at once, and comforted, to find From the dull load of dim mortality, A boundless Power fo infinitely kind;

Thou feel'st new joys, and feed'ft thy ra The soul contending to that light to fly

fight, From her dark cell, we practise how to die : With unexhausted beams of love and light: Employing thus the Poet's winged art,

And sure, blefs'd spirit, to compleat thy be To reach this love, and grave it in our heart. In Heaven thou fing'ít this song, or one bere

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Where that fear is, there's nothing to be la:

It brings from heaven an Angel for a guard THE fear of God is freedom, joy, and peace; Tranquillity and peace this fear does give;

And makes all ills that vex us here to cease: Hell gapes for those that do without it hrs Though the word Fear some men may ill endure, It is a beam, which he on man lets fall, "Tis such a fear as only makes fecure.

Of light; by which he made and governs el Alk of no Angel to reveal thy fate;

'Tis God alone should not offended be; Look in thy heart, the mirror of thy state. But we please others, as more great thanks He that invites will not th’invited mock; For a good cause, the sufferings of man Opening to all that do in earnest knock.

May well be borne': 'tis more than Angels I Our hopes are all well-grounded on this fear ; Man, since his fall, in no mean station rely All our assurance rolls upon that sphere. Above the Angels, or below the beasts. This fear, that drives all other fears away, He with true joy their hearts does only El Shall be my fong; the morning of our day! That thirst and hunger to perform his w...

og frem, hers, though rich, shall in this world be vext; True glory 'tis to rise above them all, muzejcidd fadly live, in terror of the next.

Without th' advantage taken by their fall. Hazne * world's great conqueror would his point He that in fight diminishes mankind, pursue,

Does no addition to his stature find: od wept because he could not find a new : But he that does a noble nature show, hich had he done, yet still he would have cry'd, Obliging others, still docs higher grow.

make him work, until a third he spy'd. For virtue practis'd such an habit gives, AIR T'abition, avarice, will nothing owe

That among men he like an Angel lives. TL Heaven itself, unless it make them grow. Humbly he doth, and without envy, dwell; ough richly fed, man's care does still exceed : Lov'd and admir'd by those he does excell.

s but one mouth, yet would a thousand feed. Fools anger shew, which politicians bide: !1!1 wealth and honour, by such men pofseft, Blest with this fear, men let it not abide. I encrease not, there is found no reft. The humble man, when he receives a wrong, their delight is while their with comes in; Refers revenge to whom it doth belong.

when it stops, as there had nothing been. Nor sees he reason why he fould engage, strange men should neglect their present store, Or vex his fpirit, for another's rage. d take no joy, but in pursuing more ;

Plac'd on a rock, vain men he pities, toft !! though arriv'd at all the world can aim: On raging waves, and in the tempest loft. at is is the mark and glory of our frame. The rolling planets and the glorious sun soul capacious of the Deity,

Still keep that order which they first begun : thing, but he that made, can satisfy.

They their first lesson constantly repeat, hthousand worlds, if we with him compare, Which their Creator, as a law, did set. Is than so many drops of water are.

Above, below, exa&ly all obey : en take no pleasure but in new deligns : But wretched men have found another way; id what they hope for what they have outshines. Knowledge of good and evil, as at first, ter sheep and oxen seem no more to crave; (That vain persuasion!) keeps them ftill accurft!

ith full content feeding on what they have : The Sacred Word refusing as a guide, **** not themselves for an encrease of store; Slaves they become to luxury and pride.

think to-morrow we shall give them more. As clocks, remaining in the skilful hand hat we from day to day receive from Heaven, Of some great master, at the figure stand; tey do from us expect it should be given. But when abroad, neglected they do gó, e made them not, yet they on us rely;

At random strike, and the false hour do fhow: bore than vain men upon the Deity:

So from our Maker wandering, we stray, orc beasts than they! that will not understand, Like birds that know not to their nests the way. hat we are fed from his immediate hand, In him we dwelt before our exile here ; an, that in him has Being, moves and lives, And may, returning, find contentment there : hat can he have or use but what he gives? True joy may find, persection of delight; that no brcad can nourishment afford,

Behold his face, and thun eternal night. useful be, without his Sacred Word.

Silence, my Muse! make not these jewels cheap,
Exposing to the world too large an heap.

Of all we read, the Sacred Writ is best ;

Where great truths are in fewest words cxpreft.

Wrestling with death, these lines I did indite ; ARTH praises conquerors for shedding blood : No other theme could give my soul delight. Heaven, those that love their focs, and do o, that my youth had thus employ'd my pen! them good.

Or that I now could write as well as then! is terrestrial honour to be crown'd

But 'tis of grace, if sickness, age, and pain, ir strowing men, like rushes, on the ground. Are felt as throes, when we are born again :

Timely they come to wean us from this earth. * Alexander.

As pangs that wait upon a second birth.

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Poeme prezerome or ment of a worthy mind.


Their joys are full; our expe&ation long;

In life we differ, but we join in fong: OETS we prize, when in their verse we find | Angels and we, aslifted by this art,

May fing together, though we dwell apart. Angels have been inquisitive to know

Thus we reach heaven, while vainer por The secret, which this oracle does show.

No higher rise than winds may lift the duh. What was to come, lsaiah did declare ;

From that they spring ; this from his birth e Which she dcfcribes, as if she had been there ;

gave Had seen the wounds, which to the reader's view To the first duft th' immortal soul we bare. She draws fo lively, that they bleed anew. His praise well sung (our great endearour be As ivy thrives, which on the oak takes hold, Shakes off the dust, and makes char breath api So, with the Prophet's, may her lines grow old ! If they ihould die, who can the world forgive, (Such pious lines!) when wanton Sappho's live? Who with his breath his image did inspire, Expects it should foment a nobler fire;

Not love which brutes, as well as men niay know;

But love like his, to whom that breath we owe.
Verse fo design'd, on that high subject wrote,

Convers’d with the Almighty face to :

Wonders he did in sacred verse unfold, Is the perfection of an ardent thought; The smoke which we from burning incense raise, When he had more than eighty witters telt

The writer feels no dire effect of age; When we complete the facrifice of praise. In boundless verse the fancy soars too high

Nor verse, that flows from so divine a rage.

Eldest of Poets, he beheld the light,
For any obje& but the Deity.
What mortal can with Heaven pretend to share

When first it triumph'd o'er eternal nigh:: In the superlative of wife and fair!

Chaos he saw; and could diftin&ly tell A meaner subject when with these we grace,

How that confusion into order fell: A giant's habit on a dwarf we place.

As if consulted with, he has expreft Sacred should be the produd of our Muse,

The work of the Creator, and his

reft : Like that sweet oil, above all private use ;

How the flood drown'd the first oflendinga On pain of death forbidden to be made,

Which might the figure of our globe deact. But when it should be on the altar laid.

For new-made earth, so even and so fair, Verse shews a rich inestimable vein,

Less equal now, uncertain makes the air: When,dropp'd from heaven, 'tis thither sent again. Surpriz'd with heat and unexpected cold, Of bounty 'tis that he admits our praise,

Early distempers make our youth look eld Which does not him, but us that yield it, raise.

Our days so evil, and so few, may tell For, as that Angel up to heaven did rife,

That on the ruins of that world we dwell Borne on the flame of Manoah's facrifice;

Strong as the oaks that nourish'd them, So, wing'd with praise, we penetrate the sky,

That long-liv'd race did on their force mes Teach clouds, and stars, to praise him as we dy; Neglecting heaven. But we, of shorter te The whole creation by our fall made groan!

Should be more mindful of impending FacHis praise to echo, and suspend their moan.

To worms, that crawl upon this rabbih be, For that he reigns all creatures should rejoice ;

This span of life may yet too long appeat , And we with songs supply their want of voice.

Enough to humble, and to make us greit

, The Church triumphant, and the Church below, if it prepare us for a pobler seat. In fongs of praise their present union Ihow :

• Moses



Which well observing, he, in numerous lines, A devout rapture! so divine a hymn,
Taught wretched man how fast his life declines : It may become the highest Seraphim !
In whom he dwelt, before the world was made ; For they, like her, in that celestial choir,
And may again retire, when that shall fade. Sing only what the Spirit does inspire.
The lasting Iliads have not liv'd so long,

Taught by our Lord, and theirs, with us they may As his and Deborah's triumphant song.

For all, but pardon for offences, pray. Delphos unknown, no Muse could them inspire, But that which governs the celestial choir. Heaven to the pious did this art reveal; And from their store succeeding Poets steal : SOME REFLECTIONS OF HIS UPON THE SEVERAL Homer's Scamander for the Trojans fought, And swell’d so high, by her old Kishon taught : His river scarce could fierce Achilles stay;

I. IS sacred name, with reverence profound, Her's, more successful, swept her foes away. The host of heaven, his Phæbus and his Mars,

the found ! He arms; instructed by her fighting Itars,

It was Jehovah; 'tis our Father now; She led them all against the common foe :

So low to us does Heaven vouch:afe to bow!* But he (mis-led by what he saw below!)

He brought it down, that taught us how to pray; The Powers above, like wretched men, divides, And did so dearly for our ransom pay. And breaks their union into different sides.

II. His kingdom come.

For this we pray in vain, The noblest parts which in his Heroes shine, Unless he does in our affe&tions reign: May be but copies of that Heroine,

Absurd it were to wish for such a King, Homer himself, and Agamemnon The

And not obedience to his sceptre bring; The writer could, and the commander, be.

Whose yoke is easy, and his burthen light; Truth she relates, in a sublimer strain

His service freedom, and his judgments right. Than all the tales the boldest Greeks could feign :

III. His will be done. In fact 'tis always done; For what she sung, that Spirit did indite,

But, as in heaven, it must be made our own : Which gave her courage and success in fight.

His will should all our inclinations sway, A double garland crowns the matchless dame;

Whom nature and the universe obey. From Heaven her Poem and her conquest came.

Happy the man! whose wishes are confin'd Though of the Jews she merit moit esteem;

To what has been eternally design'd: Yet here the Christian has the greater theme :

Referring all to his paternal care, Her martial song describes how Sisera fell;

To whom more dear, than to ourselves, we are. This fings our triumph over death and heil.

IV. It is not what our avarice hoards up; The riting light employ'd the sacred breath

"Tis he that feeds us, and that fills our cup; Of the blest Virgin and Elizabeth.

Like new-born babes, depending on the breast, In fongs of joy the Angels sung his birth :

From day to day, we on his bounty feast. Here, how he treated was upon the earth,

Nor should the soul expect above a day, Trembling we read! th’aifliction and the scorn,

To dwell in her frail tenement of clay : Which, for our guilt, fo patiently was borne !

The setting fun should seem to bound our race, Conception, birth, and suffering, all belong And the new day a gift of special grace. Though various parts) to one celestial song:

V. That be should all our trespaljes forgive, And the, well using so divine an art,

While we in hatred with our neighbours live; Hlas, in this concert, sung the tragic part.

Though fo to pray may seem an easy task, As Hannah's feed was vow'd to sacred use,

We curse ourselves when thus inclin'd we ask. Eo here this Lady confecrates her Muse:

This prayer to use, we ought with equal care Vith like reward may Heaven her bed adorn,

Our souls, as to the Sacrament, prepare.
Vith fruit as fair, as by her Muse is born!

The noblest worship of the Power above,
Is to extol, to irnirate, his love :
Not to forgive our enemies alone,
But use our bounty that they may be von.

VI. Guard us from all templations of the foe: N TIE PARAPHRASE ON THE LORD'S PRAYER,

And those wc may in several fiations know:
The rich and poor in flippery places stand:

Give us enough! but with a sparing hand! VILENCE, ye winds! listen etherial lights! Not ill-persuading want; nor wanting wealth;

While Urania fings what Heaven indites: But what proportion'd is to life and health. he Nunibers are the Nymph's; but from above For not the dead, but living, fing thy praise ; Escends the pledge of that eternal love.

Exalt thy kingdom, and thy glory raise. Here wretched mortals have not leave alone,

“ Favete linguis! * * * et are instructed to approach his throne:

Virginibus puerisque canto." HORAT. ad how can he to miserable men Eny requests which his own hand did pen?

* Psalm xviii. 9. In the Evangelists we find the prose;

51] 2 hich, paraphras'd by her, a Poem grows;


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