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WRITTEN IN 1710, as an exercise.
WHEN, in a glorious terrible array, From Paran's towering height th' Almighty took his Borne on a cherub's wings he rode, Intolerable day proclaim'd the God;
No earthly cloud
Could his effulgent brightness shroud : Glory, and Majesty, and Power, March'd in a dreadful pomp before; Behind, a grim and meagre train, Pining Sickness, frantic Pain, Stalk'd widely on! with all the dismal band, Which Heaven in anger sends to scourge a guilty land.
With terrour cloth'd, he downward flew, And wither'd half the nations with a view; Through half the nations of th' astonish'd Earth; He scatter'd war, and plagues, and dearth! And when he spoke,
The everlasting hills from their foundations shook; The trembling mountains, by a lowly nod,
With reverence struck, confess'd the God: On Sion's holy hill he took his stand, Grasping omnipotence in his right hand;
Then mighty earthquakes rock'd the ground, And the Sun darken'd as he frown'd: He dealt Affliction from his van, And wild Confusion from his rear; They through the tents of Cushan ran, The tents of Cushan quak'd with fear, And Midian trembled with despair.
1 I see his sword wave naked in the air: It sheds around a baleful ray,
The rains pour down, the lightnings play, And on their wings vindictive thunders bear.
I see his sword wave with redoubled ire!
When through the mighty flood
What ail'd the rivers that they backward fled?
Thou mighty Flood! displeas'd at thee?
The deity in all his equipage of war;
The opening deeps their gulphs unfold?
2 Ah, what new scenes unfold, what voice I hear! Sun, stand thou still: thou Moon, thy course forAh, . Sun, thy wheels obedient stay, [bear: Doubling the splendours of the wondrous day. The nimble-footed Minutes cease to run
And urge the lazy Hours on.
To view th' amazing train of woes;
The nimble-footed Minutes ceas'd to run,
The dismal scene to view,
But why, ah! why, O Sion, reigns
Wide wasting Havock o'er thy plains?
Lo! the field with millions swarms!
With more than mortal rage!
Oh! Heaven! ! faint-Ï die!
Nor can even Sickness, which disarms All other nymphs, destroy your charms; A thousand beauties you can spare, And still be fairest of the fair.
But see! the pain begins to fly; Though Venus bled, she could not die : See the new Phenix point her eyes, And lovelier from her ashes rise: Thus roses, when the storm is o'er, Draw beauties from th' inclement shower.
Welcome, ye Hours! which thus repay What envious Sickness stole away! Welcome as those which kindly bring, And usher in the joyous Spring: That to the smiling Earth restore The beauteous herb, and blooming flower, And give her all the charms she lost By wintery storms, and hoary frost !
And yet how well did she sustain, And greatly triumph o'er her pain! So flowers, when blasting winds invade, Breathe sweet, and beautifully fade.
Now in her cheeks, and radiant eyes, New blushes glow, new lightnings rise; Behold a thousand charms succeed, For which a thousand hearts must bleed! Brighter from her disease she shines, As fire the precious gold relines.
Thus when the silent grave becomes Pregnant with life, as fruitful wombs; When the wide seas, and spacious earth, Our moulder'd frame, rebuilt, assumes Resign us to our second birth; New beauty, and for ever blooms; And, crown'd with youth's immortal pride, We angels rise, who mortals dy'd.
ON HER APRON EMBROIDERED WITH ARMS AND FLOWERS.
THE listening trees Amphion drew To dance from hills, where once they grew: But you express a power more great ; The flowers you draw not, but create.
Behold your own creation rise, And smile beneath your radiant eyes! "Tis beauteous all! and yet receives From you more graces than it gives.
But say, amid the softer charms Of blooming flowers, what mean these arms? So round the fragrance of the rose, The pointed thorn, to guard it, grows
But cruel you, who thus employ Both arms and beauty to destroy! So Venus marches to the fray In armour, formidably gay.
The lovely Flora paints the Earth, And calls the morning flowers to birth: But you display a power more great; She calls forth flowers, but you create.
It is a dreadful pleasing sight! The flowers attract, the arms affright; The flowers with lively beauty bloom, The arms denounce an instant doom.
Thus, when the Britons in array Their ensigns to the Sun display, In the same flag are lilies shown, And angry lions sternly frown; On high the glittering standard flies, And conquers all things-like your eyes.
PART OF THE XXXVIIITH AND XXXIXTH CHAPTERS OF JOB.
Now from the splendours of his bright abode On wings of all the winds th' Almighty rode, And the loud voice of thunder spoke the God. Cherubs and seraphs from celestial bowers, Ten thousand thousand! bright ethereal powers! Ministrant round, their radiant files unfold, Arm'd in eternal adamant, and gold! Whirlwinds and thundrous storms his chariot drew "Tween worlds and worlds, triumphant as it flew: He stretch'd his dark pavilion o'er the floods, Bade hills subside, and rein'd th' obedient clouds; Then from his awful gloom the godhead spoke, And at his voice affrighted Nature shook.
Vain man! who boldly with dim Reason's ray Vies with his God, and rivals his full day! * But tell me now, say how this beauteous frame Of all things, from the womb of nothing came; When Nature's Lord, with one almighty call, From no-where rais'd the world's capacious ball? Say if thy hand directs the various rounds Of the vast Earth, and circumscribes the bounds? How orbs oppos'd to orbs amid the sky, In concert move, and dance in harmony? What wondrous pillars their foundations bear When hung self-balanc'd in the fluid air? Why the vast tides sometimes with wanton play In shining mazes gently glide away; Anon, why swelling with impetuous stores Tumultuous tumbling, thunder to the shores; By thy command does fair Aurora rise, And gild with purple beams the blushing skies; The warbling lark salutes her chearful ray, And welcomes with his song the rising day; The rising day ambrosial dew distils, Th' ambrosial dew with balmy odour fills The flowers, the flowers rejoice, and Nature smiles. Why Night, in sable rob'd, as day-light fades, O'er half the nations draws her awful shades; Now peaceful Nature lies diffus'd in ease; A solemn stillness reigns o'er land and seas. 'Sleep sheds o'er all his balm: to sleep resign'd, Birds, beasts lie hush'd, and busy human-kind.
⚫ But tell me, mortal, when th' Almighty said, "Be made, ye worlds!" how worlds at once were When hosts of angels wrapt in wonder sung [made; His praise, as order from disorder sprung "No more the monsters of the desert roar, Doubling the terrours of the midnight hour.
No air of breath disturbs the drowzy woods, No whispers murmur from the silent floods! The Moon sheds down a silver-streaming light, And glads the melancholic face of night: Now clouds swift-skimming veil her sullied ray, "Now bright she blazes with a fuller day! The stars in order twinkle in the skies, And fall in silence, and in silence rise: Till, as a giant strong, a bridegroom gay, The Sun springs dancing through the gates of day: He shakes his dewy locks, and hurls his beams O'er the proud hills, and down the glowing streams: His fiery coursers bound above the main, And whirl the car along th' etherial plain: The fiery coursers and the car display A stream of glory, and a flood of day. Did e'er thy eye descend into the deep, Or hast thou seen where infant tempests sleep? Was e'er the grave, or regions of the night, Yet trod by thee, or open'd to thy sight? Has Death disclos'd to thee her gloomy state, The ghastly forms, the various woes that wait In terrible array before her awful gate? Know'st thou where Darkness bears eternal sway, Or where the source of everlasting day? Pours from on high, and rattles on the ground? Say, why the thriving hail with rushing sound Why hover snows, down-wavering by degrees, Say, why, in lucid drops, the balmy rain Shine from the hills, or glitter from the trees? With sparklings gems impearls the spangled plain? Or, gathering in the vale, a current flows, And on each flower a sudden spring bestows? Say, why with gentle sighs the evening breeze Salutes the flowers, or murmurs through the trees? Or why loud winds in storms of vengeance fly, Howl o'er the main, and thunder in the sky? Say, to what wondrous magazines repair The viewless beings, when serene the air? Till, from their dungeons loos'd, they roar aloud, Upturn whole oceans, and toss cloud on cloud, While waves encountering waves, in mountains driv'n
Swell to the starry vault, and dash the Heaven.
Or, when the heavens are charg'd with gloomy
All, all lie hush'd, and busy human-kind.
Whose various kinds a various hue unfold,
Dost thou instruct the eagle how to fly,
And the rocks tremble while he seeks his prey:
Dost thou with thunder arm the generous horse,
OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF A BELOVED DAUGHter. 1723.
ADIEU vain mirth, and noisy joys!
He mocks the beating storms and wintery showers, Making night hideous, as he sternly roars.
Come, blissful mourner, wisely sad,
By tombs where sullen spirits stalk,
O life, frail offspring of a day!
When to the noon of life we rise,
When youth and strength in age are lost,
Oh! Happiness, thou empty name!
Of public Fame, applause is noise;
In gentle sighs the softly whispering breeze
Sing, Muse-and oh! may Townshend deign to view
Thus godlike Scipio, on whose cares reclin'd 'The burthen and repose of half mankind, Left to the vain their pomp, and calmly stray'd, The world forgot, beneath the laurel shade; Nor longer would be great, but void of strife, Clos'd in soft peace his eve of glorious life.
Feed round, my goats; ye sheep, in safety graze; Ye winds, breathe gently while I tune my lays.
The joyous Spring draws nigh! ambrosial showers Unbind the earth, the earth unbinds the flowers, The flowers blow sweet, the daffodils unfold The spreading glories of their blooming gold.
As the gay hours advance, the blossoms shoot,