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Ere long my foul fhall wing its airy flight,
your SUNwith dazzling glory bright, By whom ye fhine as ftars with borrow'd light, Shall burft the veil of nature's thin disguise, And I, like you, fhall in his image rife. O, happy period! O, long wifh'd-for day! Ye lagging moments, why this long delay ? Hope not to quench nor damp the latent fire, Your fleepy progrefs but creates defire: When shall these eyes in perfect vision fee, The fpotlefs LAMB that BLED-that DIED for me!. O PRECIOUS FAITH!-I love thy friendly power! Thou kind attendant in each doubting hour; Yet half the glory thy dim light conceals, And partial pleasures thou, at best, reveals: To higher blifs! my ardent foul aspires, And pants to join the loud angelic choirs : Yet purer joysyet more exalted blifs, My heart anticipates, by far, than this; A RISEN SAVIOUR, there must crown my joy, And all the powers of conscious love employ. 'Tis his lov'd-prefence muft my bliss impart, And fill with tranfport this now throbbing heart! 'Tis there the faints-in loud hofanna's fing, And hail! triumphant--their victorious king. With them my foul fhall join her raptur'd lay, But fhout him conqu'ror-far more loud than they.
TO A LADY WITH A WITHERED ROSE.
BY THOMAS DRUMMOND, L. L. D.
YLVIA, to thee this wither'd rose I fend,
Sylvia, too grave perhaps thefe truths appear, My fong too moral, and the theme severe;
To one, in all the pride of thoughtless May,
The golden hours, to deck a sparkling toy;
And torture every feature into dress.
The fop, the coxcomb, buzzing round you fly,
*Two places in the Mogul's dominions famous for jewels.
"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 fuffer the fierce pangs of hell ! "There, bound in chains, the impious rebels lie, "And feel a thousand deaths-but never die ! "For them, no profpect of a wifh'd release, "No views of pardon, no kind terms of peace! "No gleam of hope difplays its distant beam, "No GOD to DIE. -no JESUS to redeem"One finful act destroy'd their blest estate, "And ftampt ETERNAL their reverfe 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 raife, "And fing with us your kind Emmanuel's praife!" Their errand told the feraphs take their flight, Through tracklefs æther, unapproach'd by fight; The lift'ning fhepherds, loft in strange amaze, Express their wonder as they diftant gaze! Thus eager look'd the apoftolic few,
When from their prefence, their lov'd mafter flew !
But lo!. the fhepherds turn their wond'ring eyes!
Amazing thought!-but more amazing fight !-
Now born the SON- -the raptur'd PROPHET fung
-the PRINCE of PEACE appears!
WONDERFUL!-COUNSELLOR!-ALMIGHTY-ONE! Th' ETERNAL FATHER—and th' ETERNAL SON!*
* 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 nISTINCT PERSONALITY of the Godhead, is, in my judgment, a truth of the last