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Yet this can ne'er my troubled mind appeafe,
With glorious ftars all ftudded, bright and gay:
None warm'd my breaft, none rais'd my foul to love:
Now lefs'ning cities leave my diftant sight,
And now the earth's whole globe is vanifh'd quite; Above the fun and planets I am borne,
And their inferior influences fcorn.
Now the bright pavement of the stars I tread,
And heaven's bright court lies open to my eye.
O glorious manfions fill'd with shining fires! O courts fit only for your starry choirs! My ravifh'd foul's in ftrange amazement loft; Sure no delight is wanting on this coaft. Ah! Said I no delight was wanting here? Yes, you want all; alas! 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 thoufand worlds defpife, Nor lofe one wifh on fuch a worthless prize. Not all the univerfe from pole to pole, Heaven, earth, and fea, can fill my boundless foul. Till now, alas! my foul at fhadows caught, And was deceiv'd in what it always fought; Thou, LORD, alone, art heaven, earth, fea, to me; And all are nothing if not bleft with thee.
A REPRO O F
FROM PRIOR'S SOLOMAN.
LONG the funny bank, or wat'ry mead,
Tenthoufand ftalks their various bloffoms fpread:
Peaceful and lowly in their native foil,
They neither know to fpin, nor care to toil;
NATIVITY OF CHRIST.
ON wide expanfe proclaims a power divine,
Where twinkling ftars difplay their distant light,
But hark! my foul-what means that folemn voice! "Fear not, ye ftrangers, but with us rejoice; "TO BETHLEHEM hafte-your Saviour's bleft abode, "There view the myft'ry of incarnate God !" But louder ftill, angelic choirs refound, "The Lord a ranfom 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 found; "The Lord a ranfom 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 fpirits, when they finning fell, "Were doom'd to suffer the fierce pangs of hell! "There, bound in chains, the impious rebels lie, "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, "No GOD to DIE -no JESUS to redeem“One finful act destroy'd their blest estate, "And ftampt ETERNAL their reverse of fate! "Then join with us, ye honor'd fons of GRACE! "Ye happier fubjects, ye dear PURCHAS'D race!
Let heaven and earth their grateful accents raise,
When from their prefence, their lov'd mafter flew !
Amazing thought!-but more amazing fight !—
Nor aught I fee-nor aught affords relief,
*Thefe expreffions, though agreeable to Ifa. ix. 6. may probably be adopted by a SARELLIAN, as confiftent with his own fentiments. It may not be improper therefore to inform the candid reader, that I retain a fenfe of the words widely different. The DISTINCT PER SONALITY of the Godhead, is, in my judgment, a truth of the last