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Rife, crown'd with light, imperial Salem rife!
O TURN AWAY MINE EYES, LEST THEY BEHOLD VANITY,
N my high capitol two centries dwell,
Ev'n you, my EYES, are thefe myfterious ftars, ; Fix'd in my head, yet daily wanderers: Who plac'd in this exalted tow'r of mine, Like torches in fome lofty Pharos fhine; Or like to watchmen on fome rifing place, View every near, and every diftant pass. Yet you to me lefs conftant prove by far, Than thofe kind guides to their obfervers are; Like prancing fteeds, too headstrong for the rein, No-fleshly arms your wand'ring course restrain: You, by whofe guidance I fhould dangers fhun, Betray me to the rocks on which I run. Thus wand'ring DINA, led by your false light, Expos'd her honor, to oblige her fight.
Thus, while JESSIDES view'd the bathing dame,
Thus,treach'rous centries, you your charge perform,
For this the charge of my chief castle gain?
REFLECTIONS ON PSALM
I WILL SING PRAISES UNTO MY GOD, WHILE I HAVE ANY BEING.
HOULD love divine, at death, my breaft infpire, And kindle there a fpark of facred fire; This feeble voice fhall fongs of tribute raise, And teach furviving mortals how to praise. With fuppliant hand, I'll court the poet's aid, And chant the happy numbers genius made; Soft foothing strains shall all my powers employ, And turn my intervals of pain to joy. But if my ftamm'ring tongue forget its theme, And fault'ring words, confus'd, should intervene; E'en then, furrounding friends fhall thankful fee His boundless goodness manifeft in me; A WILL RESIGN'D shall speak his love the fame, And filent eloquence his praise proclaim. In patient hope, my foul fhall paffive lay, Nor wifh to leave its now incumber'd clay : And when infatiate death approaches near, This tim'rous heart fhall then forget to fear; Shall flap the wing, to find its paffage free, And foar aloft to dwell, great God, with thee!
THOUGHTS ON PSALM LXXIII. XXIV.
WHOM HAVE I IN HEAVEN BUT THEE? AND THERE IS NONE UPON EARTH THAT I DESIRE IN COMPARISON OF THEE.
HAT fhall I feek, great God, in heaven above,
to fix my
Tho' I fhould ransack heaven, and earth, and sea, Their worth is nothing if depriv'd of thee.
I know what mighty joys in heaven abound, What treasures in the earth and sea are found; Yet without thee, my love! t' enrich their ftore, Their boafted glories are but mean and poor. O heaven! O earth! O vaft capacious main ! Three famous realms where wealth and plenty reign! Tho' in one heap your triple pleasures lay, They were no pleasures, were my Lord away. My thoughts, I own, have often rang'd the deep, Search'd earth and heaven, and in no bounds would But when they wander'd the creation round, [keep; No equal object in the whole they found. Sometimes I thought to rip the pregnant earth, And give its rich and long-born burthen birth; Gold, filver, brafs, feeds of the fhining vein, And each bright product of the fertile mine: But what advantage? tho' o'ercharg'd with gold, My bursting coffers can't their burthen hold;