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Nathless conspicuous in the linnet's throat A living sacrifice before his throne!
Is his unbounded goodness-Thee her Maker, And may ib' eternal, high, inysterious tree,
Thee her Preserver chants she in her song; That in the centre of the arched heavens [branch
While all the emulative vocal tribe

Bears the rich fruit of knowledge, with some The grateful lesson learn— no other voice Stop to my humble reach, and bless my toil! Is heard, no other sound-for, in attention When in my mother's womb conceald I lay,. Buried, ev'n babbling Echo holds her peace. A senseless embryo, then my soul thou kuew'st;

Now from the plains, wheretheunboundecipro- knew'st all her future workings, every thought,
Gives liberty her utmost scope to range, [spect. And every faint idea yet unforin'd.
Turn we to yon inclosures, where appears When up the imperceptible ascent
Chequer'd variety in all her forms,

Of growing years, led by thy hand, I rose,
Which the vague mind attract, and still suspend Perception's gradual light, that ever dawns
With sweet perplexity. What are yon towers, Insensibly to-day, thou didst vouchsafe,
The work of laboring men and clumsy art, And taught me by that reason thou inspir'dst,
Seen with the ringdove's nest? On that tallbeech That what of knowledge in my mind was low,
Her pensile house the feather'd artist builds - Imperfect, incorrect, in Thee is wond'rous,

TOCKing winds molest her not; for see Uncircumscrib'd, insearchably profound, With such due poise the wond'rous fabric's hung. And estimable solely by itself. (brutes, That, like the compass in the bark, it keeps What is that secret pow'r that guides the True to itself and stedfast er'n in storms. Which Ignorance calls instinct! "Tisfroin Thee; Thou idiot, that asserts there is no God, It is the operation of thine hands, View, and be dumb for ever

Immediate, instantaneous ; 'tis thy wisdom Gobid Vitruvius or Palladio build

| 'That glorious shines transparent thro' thy works. The bee his mansion, or the ant her cave Who taught the pye, or who forewarn'd the jav, Go call Correggio, or let Titian come [cherry To shiun the deadly nightshade? Tho' the cherry To paint the hawthorn's bloom, or teach the Boasts not a glossier hue, nor does the plum To blush with just vermillion- Hence away - Lure with inore seeming sweets the amorous eye, Hence, ye profane! for Gud himself is here. Yet will not the sagacious birds, decoyed Vain were ih' attempt, and impious, to trace By fair appearance, touch the noxious fruit. Thro' all his works th' Artificer Divine

They know to taste is fatal ; whence, alarm'd, And tho' nor shining sun, nor twinkling star, Swift on the winnowing winds they work their Bedeck'd the crimson curtains of the sky; .

way, Tho' neither vegetable, beast, nor bird

Go to, proud reasoner, philosophic man,
Were extant on the surface of this ball, Hast thou such prudence, thou such knowledge?
Vor lurking gern beneath; tho' the great sea Full many a race has fall'n into the snare - No.
Slept in profound stagnation, and the air Of ineretricious looks, of pleasing surface;
Had left no thunder to pronounce its Maker; And oft in desart isles the famish'd pilgrim,
Yet man at home, within himself, inight find | By forms of fruit, and luscious taste, beguild,
The Deity immense, and in that frame, Like his forefather Adain, eats and dies.
So fearfully, so wonderfully made,

Por why? his wisdoin on the leaden feet
See and adore his providence and power Of slow Experience, dully tedious, creeps,
I see, and I adore - God most bounteous ! Ani comes, like vengeance, after long delay.
O infinite of goodness and of glory, [Thee;! The venerable sage, that nightly trims
The knee that thou hast shap'd shall bend to The learned lamp, t'investigate the powers
The tongue which thon hast tun'd shall chant Of plants medicinal, the earth, the air,
thy praise ;

And the dark regions of the fossil world, .. And thine own image, the immortal soul, Grows old in following what he ne'er shall find ; Shall consecrate herself to Thce for ever. Studious in vain! till haply at the last

Hie spies a mist, then shapes it into mountains,

And baseless fabrics from conjecture builds . . $ 43. On the Omniscience of the Supreme Being. I

While the domestic aniinal, that guards

Smart. At midnight hours his threshold, if oppressid. ARISE, divine Urania, with new strains By sudden sickness, at his inaster's feet To hymn thy God! and thou, immortal Fame, Begs not that aid his-services nright claiin, Arise and blow thy everlasting trump?

But is his own physician, knows the case, All glory to the Oinniscient, and praise,

And from th’eneric herbage works bis cure. And power and doinination in the height!

Hark! from afar the feather'd mairon * screais, And ihou, cherubic Gratitude, whose voice

And all her brood alarins! The docile crew
To pious cars sounds silverly so sweet,

L.Accept the signal one and all, expert,
Come with thy precious incense, bring thy gifts, In th' art of Nature and unleare'd deceit:
And with thy choicest stores the altar crown Along the soci, in counterfeited death,
Thou too, my heart, whom He, and He alone Mute, motionless they lie ; full well apprizidl
Who all things knows, can know, wiih love re-That the rapacious adversary's near
Lezederate, and pure, pour all thyself [plete,

*The Hen Turkey.


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But who informidher of ih'approaching dunger? Nor rests she here her providence, but nips
Who taught the cautious mother, that the hawk With subtle tooth the grain, lest from her Garner
Was hatch'd her foe, and lived by her destruction?|In mischievous fertility it steal,
Hier own prophetic soul is active in her,

and back to day-light vegetate its way. And more than hunan providence her guard. Go to the Ant, thou sluggard, learn to live,

When Philomela, ere the cold domain And by her wary ways reform thine own. Of crippled Vinter 'gins t' advance, prepares But it thy deadend sense, and listless througit, lier annual flight, and in some poplar shade Vore glaring evidence deinand; behold, 'Takes her melodious leare, whothen's her pilot? | Where von pellucil populous hive presents Who points lier passa re thro' the pathless void A yet uncopied model to the world! To realms froin us reniote, to us unknowa? There Machiavel in the reflecting glass Her science is the science of her God.

Hay read himself a fool. The chemist there Not the magnetic index to the North

May with astonishment invidious view E'er ascertains her course, nor buoy, nor beacon: Ilis tojis outdone by each plebeian bee, She, Heaven-taught vovager, that sails in air, Who, at the roval mandate, on the wing, Courts nor coy West nor Fast, but instant knows From various herbs, and from discordant flowers, What Newton or not sought, or sought in vain*. A perfect harmony of sweets compounds. Illustrious name! irrefragible proof

Avaunt, Conceit! Ambition, take thy flight Of man's vast grojus, and the soaring soul! Back to the Prince of vanity and air! Yet what vert thou tollim, who knew his works (! 'tis a thou: ghiof energy most piercing; sforce B-fore creation forin'd thein, long before Form'il to make pride grow humble ; formid to He measur'd in the hollow of bis hand

Its weight on the reluctant mind, and give her 'Th' exuluing ocean, and the highest heavens a true but irksome image of herself. He comprehended with a spun, and weiglid Woeful vicissitude! wiien man, fallen man, The mighev mountains in his golden scales; Who first from Heaven, from graciousGod himsef Who shone supreme, who was himselfıke light, Learn'd knowledge of the brutes, must know, by Ere vet Refraction learn'd her skill to paint,

brutes And bend atiwart the clouds hier beauteous bow. Instructed and reproach'd, the scale of being; When knowledge at her father's draad com- By slow degrees from lowly steps ascend, mand

And trace Omniscience upwards to its spring! Resign'd to Israel's king her golden key, Yet murmur not, but praise--for tho' we stand O! to have join'd the frequent anditors Of many a zodlike privilege amerc'd In wonder and delight, that whilou heard By Adain's dire iransyression; tho' no more Great Solomon descanting on the brutes. Is Paradise our home, but o'er tie portal O! how sublimely glorious to apply

Hangs in terrific pomp the burning blade ; To God's own honor, and good will to man, Srill with enthousand beauties bloom the earth, That wisdom he alone of men possess'd

With pleasures populous,andwich riches crown'd. In plenitude so rich, and scope so rare.

Suli is there scope for wonder and for love
How did he rouse the pimperd silken sons Evin to their basi exertion--showers of blessings
Of bloated Ease, by placing to their view

Far more than human virtue can deserve,
The sage industrious Ant, the wigest insect, Or hope expect, or gratitude return.
And best aconomist of all the tiell!

Then, () ve people, () ye sons of men,
Tho' she prejuines not by the solar orb

Whatever be the color of your lives, To measure times and seasons, nor consults Whatever portion of itself his wisdom Chaldean calculations, for a guide;

Shall deign l' allow, still patiently abide, Yet, conscious that December's on the march, 1 and praise him more and more; nor cease to chant Pointing with icy hand to Want and Wue, "All glors to th' Omniscient, and praise, She waits his dire approach, and undismay'd " And pow'r, and domination in the height! Receives him as a welcome guest, prepard " And ihou, cherubic Gratitude, whose voice Against the churlish Mister's fiercest blow. To pious cars sounds silverly so sweet, For when as vet the favorable Sun

"Conie with thy precious incense, bring thy gifts, Gives to the genial orth th' enlivening, rav, |“And with thy choicest stores the altar crowu." Not the poor suffering slave, that hourly soils

112 ES AOSA To live the groaning earth for ill-soughi gold, Endures such trouble, such filisue, ai slici

1 $44. Onthe Power of the Supreme Being. Smart. While all her subterranévus avenues, meat

í “ TREMBLE, thou Earth!" th' anointed poet And storm-proof colls, with manageinent most

a nis. And unexampled housewifery shc forms:

[mountains !

" At God's bright presence; tremble all ye 'Then to the field she hies, and on her back, 1 And all ve hillocks on the surface bound!" Burden immense! she hears the cuinbrous corn. I choose

corn. Then once again, ye glorious thunders, roll! Then many a teary step, and inany a sirain, The Mase with transport hears ye ; once again

ind many a grievous groun subdu'd, at length | Convulse the solid continent ! and shake, Up the huge hill she hardly hcaves it home,

Grand music of Omnipotence, the isles! • The Longitude.

"Tis thy terrific roice, thou God of power,

"Tis thy terrific voice ; ail nature hears it, Ye thunders, earthquakes, and ye fire-fraught
Awaken'd and alarm'd; she feels its force; Offell volcanos, whirlwinds, hurricanes, swombs
In every spring she feels it, every wheel And boiling billows, hail! in chorus join
And every movement of her vast machine. To celebrate and magnify your Maker,
Behold! quakes Apennine ; behold! recoils Who yet in works of a minuier mould
Athos; and all the hoary headed Alps

Is not less manifest, is not less mighty.
lear from their bases at the god-like sound. 1 Survey the magnet's sympathetic love
But what is this, celestial tho' the note, That woos the yielding iecile; contemplate
And proclamation of the reign supreine, | Th' attractive amber's power, invisible
Compar'd with such as, for a mortal ear Ev'n to the mental eye; or when the blow
Too great, amaze the incorporeal worlds ? . Sent from th' electric sphere assaults thy frame,
Should Ocean to his congregated wares

Show me the hand that deali it! - Bafiled here (all in each river, cataract, and lake,

By his Omnipotence, Philosophy
And with the wat'ry world down a huge rock Slowly her thoughts inadequate revolves,
Fal hculong in one horrible cascade,

And stands, with all his cireling wonders round
"Twere but the echo of the parting breeze, Like heavy Saturn in th' ethereal space [her,
When zeplıyt taints upon the lily's breast ; Begirt with an inexplicable ring.
Twere but the ceasing of some instrument, If such the operations of his power,
When the last lingering undulation

Which at all seasons and in erery place Dies on the doubting ear, if nan'd with sounds (Ruld by establisb'd laws and current nature) So mighty ! so stupendous ! so divine ! Arrest th' attention; who, oh who shall tell But not alone in the aërial vault

His acts iniraculous? when his own decrees Does He the dread theocracy maintain ; Repeals he, or suspends; when by the hand For oft, enrag'd with his intestine thunders, Of Moses ot of Joshua, or the mouths He harrow's up the bowels of the earth, Of his prophetic seers, such deeds be wroughty And shocks the central magnet - Cities then Before th' astonishid sun's all-seeing eye, Torter on their foundations, stately columns, That faith was scarce a virtue. Need I sing Magnific walls, and heaven-assaulting spires. | The fate of Pharoah and his nuinerous band What tho' in haughty eminence erect

Lost in the reflux of the wat'ry walls, Stands the strong citadel, and frowns defiance That melted to their fluid state again ? On adverse hosts; tho' many a bastion jut Need I recount how Samson's warlike arm, Forth from the rampart's elevated mound; With more than morial nerves was strung, t'o'erVain the poor providence of human art, Idolatrous Philistia ? Shall I tell [throw And mortal strength how vain! while underneath | How David triumph'd, and what Job sustain'd? Triumphs his mining vengeance in th' uproar - But, o supreme, unutterable mercy! Ofshutter'd towers, riven rocks, and mountains, O love unequallid, mystery immense, [tion With clamor inconceivable uptorn,

Which angels long t' unfold! 'tis man's redem. And huri'd adown th'abyss. Sulphureous pyrites That crowns thy glory, and thy power confirms; Bursting abrupt from darkness into day, Confirms the great, th' uncontroverted claim. With din outrageous and destructive ire, When from the Virgin's unpolluted womb Augment the hideous tumult, while it wounds Shone forth the Son of Righteousness reveal'd, Th affictive ear, and terrifies the eye, ffelt, And on benighted reason pour'd the day; And rends the heart in twain. Twice have we “Let there be peace !" he said, and all was calm Within Augusta's walls, twice hare we felt Amongst the warring world - calm as the sea Thy threaten'd indignation : but even Thou, When, “O be still, ye boisterous winds !" he lacetsd Omnipotent, art gracious ever;

cried, Thy oodasss infinite but mildly warn'd us, And not a breath was blown, nor murmur heard. With mercy-blended wrath; O spare us still, |His was a life of miracles and inight, Nor send more dire conviction! We confess And charity and love, ere yet he taste That thou arı He th' Almighty : we believe. The bitter draught of death, ere yet he rise For at thy righteous power whole systems quake; / Victorious o'er the universal foe, For at thv diod tremble ten thousand worlds. And death, and sin, and hell in triumph lead. Hark! on the wing'd whirlwinds rapid rage, His by the right of conquest is mankind, Which is and is not in a inoment-hark ! | And in sweet servitude and golden bonds On th' hurricane's tempestuous sweep he rides Were tied to him for ever. - how easy In: Incible, and oaks, and pines, and cedars, is his ungalling yoke, and all his burdens And forests are no more. For, conflict dreadful! 'Tis ecstasy 10 bear. Him, blessed Shepherd ! The West encounters East, and Notus meets His flocks shall follow thro' the maze of life, In his career the Hyperborean blast.

And shades that tend to day-s; sing from on highı; The lordly lions shuddering seek their dens, And as the radiant roses, afier fading, And fly like limorous deer; the king of birds, In fuller foliage, and more fragrant breath

no dar'd the solar ray, is weak of wing, Revive in smiling spring, so shall it fare And faints and falls, anddies;--whileHe supreme With those that love hin

With those that love him for sweet is their 32Sards stedfast in the centre of the storm.

And all Eterpity shall be their spring.' (vor, Wherefore ye objects terrible and great, Then shall the gates and everlasting doors,

At which the King of Glory enters in, (sure | Their voices tun'd to transport, wing'd ti Be to the saints unbarr'd: and there, where plea

flight, Boasts an undying bloom, where dubious hope And badle thein call for nurture, and receire Is certainty, and grief-attended love

And lo! they call the blackbird and the thru Is freed from passion - there we'll celebrate, The woodlark and the redbreast, jointly call With worthier numbers, Him who is, and was, He hears, and feeds their fearlier'd families ; And, in inmortal prowess King of kings, He feeds his sweet musicians--nor neglects Shall be the monarch of all worlds for ever. Th' invoking ravens in the greenwocd wide ;

And tho' their throats coarse rattling hurt theca | They mean it all for inusic, thanks and praise

They mean, ind Icare ingratiinde to man:§ 45. On the Goodness of the Supreme Being.

But not to all-for, hark! the organs blow

"Their swelling notes round the cathedral's dome Smart. And grace the harmonious choir, celestial feast

| To pious cars, and med cine of the mind! ORPHEUS, for so the Gentiles * call'd thy | The thrilling trebles and the manly base nane,

Join in accorrlance meet, and with one voice Ismel's sweet Psalınist, who alone coulist wake All to the sacred subject suit their song, Th' inanimate to motion, who alone

While in each breast sweet melancholy reigns The joyful hillocks, the applauding rocks, Angelically pensive, till the joy And foods with musical persuasion drew; Improves and purities; the solemn scene Thou,whoto hailaud now gav'st voice and sound, The sun thro' Sivriced panes surveys with awe, And mad'st the mute melodious! - greater yet And bashfully witholds each bolder beam. Was thy divinest skill, and ruld o'er more. llere, as her home, from mom to ere frequents Than art and nature; for thy tuneful touch The cherub Gratitude; behold her eves ! Drove trembling Satan from the heart of Saul, With love and gladness weepingly they shed And quell'd the evil Angel--in this breast Ecstatic smiles; the incense, that her hands Some portion of thy genuine spirit breathe, Uprear, is sweeter than the breath of May And lift me from, inyseli'; each thought impure Caughi from the nectarine's blossom,and hervoice Banish ; each low idea raise, refine,

Is inore than voice can tell : to Him she sings, Enlarge, and sanctify ; ---so shall the Muse | To Him who feeds, who clothes, and whoadorns, Above the stars aspire, and aim to praise Who made, and who preserves, whatever dweils Her god on earth as he is prais'd in heaven. In air, in siedfast earth, or fichle sea.

Immense Creator! whose all-powerful hand O He is good, He is immenscly good! [ma; Fram'd universal being, and whose eye

Who all things form'd, and forind them all for
Saw likethyself, thatall things furun'd were good, Who inark'd the climates, varied every zone,
Where shall the timorous Bard thy praise begin, Dispensing all his blessings for the best,
Where end the purest sacrifice of song, slighit, In order and in beauty: - sise, atiend,
And just thanksgiving? --The thought-kindling Arrest, and praise, ye quarters of the world!
Thy prime production, darts upon my mind Borv down, ye elephants, submissive bow
Its vivifying beams, my heart illumines, To Him who made the mite! Tho', Asia's pride,
And fills my soul with gratitude and Thee, Ye carry armies on your tower-crown'd backs,
Hail to the cheerful rays of ruddy morn, And grace the turban'd tyrants, bow to Him
That paint the streaky East and blighitsome rouse Who is as great, as perfect, and as good
The birds, the cattle, and mankind froin rest! In his less striking wonders, vill at length
Hail to the freshness of the early breeze, The eye's at fault, and seeks th' assisting glass.
And Iris dancing on the new-fall'n dew, Approach, and bring from Araby the Blest
Without the aid of yonder golden globe. The fragrant cassia, frankincense, and niyrrh,
Lost were the garnet's lustre, lost the lily, And, meekly kneeling at the altar's foot,
The tulip and auricula's spotted pride ;

Lay all the iributary incense down.
Lost were the peacock's plumage, to the sight Stoop, feeble Africa, with reverence stoop,
So pleasing in its pomp and glossy glow. | And froin thy brow take off the painted plume;
O thrice-illustrious! were it not for Thee, With golden ingots all thy camels load
Those pansies, that reclining from the bank To'adorn his temples, hasten with thy spear
View thro' th' immaculate pellucid stream R everted, and thy'trusty bow unstrung,
Their portraiture in the inverted heaven, 1 While unpursued thy lions roam and roar,
Mightas well change their triple boast, the white, and ruind towers, rude rocks, and caverns wide
The purple, and the goll, that far outvie Re-murinur to the glorious, surly sound.
The Eastern monarch's garb, ev'n with the dock, And thou, fair Indian, whose inimense domain
Ev'n with the baleful hemlock's irksoine green. To counterpoise the hemisphere extends, [ers,
Without thy aid, without thy gladsome beans, llaste from the West, and with thy fruits and flow-
The tribes of woodland warblers would remain Thy mines and med'cines, wealthy maid attend.
Mute on the bending branches, nor recite More than the plenteousness so fam'd to fiow
The praise of Him, who, ere he foran'd their lord, By fabling bards froin Amalthea's hora ,

* See this conjecture strongly supported by Delany, in his Life of David.


Is thine; thine therefore be a portion due [crown Not Fortune's gem, Ambition's plume,
Of thanks and praise : coine with thy brilliant Nor Cytherea's fading bloom,
And rest of fur; and from thy fragrant lap Be objects of my pray'r;.
Pomegranates and the rich ananas pour... Let av'rice, vanity, and pride,
But chietly thou, Europa, seat of Grace . These glittring envied toys divide,
And Christian excellence, his Goodness own. The dull rewards of care.
Forth from ten thousand temples pour his praise. To me thy better gifts impart.
Clad in the arınor of the living God,

Each moral beauty of the heart,
Approach, unsheath the Spirit's flaming sword; By stuious thought refin'd:
Faith's shield, salvation's glory-compass'd helin For wealth, the smiles of glad content:
With fortitude assume, and o'er your heart
Fair Truth's invulnerable breast-plate spreal;

For pow'r, its ainplest, best extent,

An empire o'er my mind.
Thien join the general chorus of all worlds,
And let tre song of Charity begin

When Fortune drops her gay parade,
In strains seraphic, and melodious prayer :

When Pleasure's transient roses fade, " ( all-sufficient, all-beneficent,

And wither in the tomb, “ Thou God of Goodness and of Glory, hear! | l'achang'd is thy immortal prize, “ Thou, who to lowest minds dost condescend./ Thy ever-verdant laurels rise “ Assuming passions to enforce thy laws,

In undecaying blooi. '. “ Adopting jealousy to prove thy love: By the protected, I defy “ Tiou, who resigu'd humility uphold'st, |The coxcoinb's sheer, the stupid lye “ Er'n as the florist props the drooping rose, Of ignorance and spite ; “ Butquell'st tyrannic pride with peerless power. Alike contemn the leaden fool, “ Ern as the tempest rives the stubborn oak: And all the pointcri ridicule " () all-sufficient, all-beneficent,

Of undiscerning wit. “ Thou God of Goodness and of Glory, hear!

From envy, hurry, noise, and strife, " Bless all maukind; and bring them in the end. The

"/ The dull impertinence of life, " To heav'n, lo iiumcrtality, anxl Thee!"

In thy retreat I rest;

| Pursue thee to thy peaceful groves, $ 46. Ode to Wisdom. Miss Carter. Where Plato's sacred spirit roves, Tas solitary bird of night

In all thy graces drest.
Thro' the pale shades now wings bis flight, He bid Ilyssus' tuneful stream
And quits the time-shook tow's,'

Convey the philosophic theme
Therc, shelter'd froin the blaze of day,

Or perfect, fair, and good : la philosophic gloon he lay,

| Attentive Athens caught the sound, Beneath his ivy bow's.

And all her list ning sons around

In awful silence stoud.
With joy I hear the solemn sound,
Which midnight echoes waft around,

Reclaim'd, her wild licentious youth
And sighing pales repeat:

Confess'd the potent voice of truth, Fay'rite of Pallas! I atiend,

And felt its just control : And faithful to thy suminons, bend

| The passions ceas'd their loud alarms, At Wisdom's awful seat.

And virtue's soft persuasive charms

O'er all their senses stole. She loves the col, the silent eve,

Thy breath inspires the poet's song, Where no false shows of life deceive,

| The patriot's free unbiass'd tongue, Beneath the lunar ray:

The hero's gen'rous strife : Here Felly drops each vain disguise,

Thine are retirement's silent joys, Nor sports her gaily-color'd dyes,

And all the sweet endearing ties As in the glare of day:

Of still, domestic life. O Pallas ! queen of ev'ry art

No more to fabled names confin'd, " That glads the sense or mends the heart,"

To thee, supreme, all perfect mind, Blest source of purer joys;

My thoughts direct iheir flight: In ev'ry form of beauty bright,

Wisdom's thy gilt, and all her force That captivates the mental sight

From thee deriv'd, unchanging source With pleasure and surprise ;

Of intellectual light!

O send her surc, her steady ray To thy unspotted shrine I bow,

To regulate my doubtful way, Assist thy modest suppliant's vow,

Thro' life's perplexing road; That breathes no wild desires :

The mists of error to control;
Bat, taught by thy unerring rules .

And thro' its glooin direct my soul
To shun the fruitless wish of fools,
To nobler views aspires.

To happiness and good!


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