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Down to the gloom of Tartarus profound, All ye who thirst forblood!--for swolnwithpride,
Worse than my own. O Lord! explore my soul!
My guilty thoughts; then, Icad me in the way I seek the glowing borders of the east, That guides my feet to thy own heaven and rice. Where the bright sun, energing from the deeps, With his first glories gilds the sparkling seas, And trembles o'er the waves ; ev'n there thy hand $ 27. An Hymn to the Supreme Being, An ImiShall thro' the watery desert guide my course, tation of the 104th Psalm. Blacklock. And o'cr the broken surges pave my way, While on the dreadful whirls I hang secure,
Quid prius dicum solitus parentis And mock the warring ocean. If, with hopes
Laudibus ? qui res hominuin ac deorutinn As fond as false, the darkness I expect
Qui mare terras, vuritsque mundum
Hor. To hide, and wrap me in its mantling shade,
Temperat horis? Vain were the thought; for thy unbounded ken Arise, my soul! on wings seraphic cise! Darts thro' the thick'ning gloom, and pries thro' And praise th' almighty Sov'reign of the skies; The palpable obscure. Before thy eyes [all In whom alone essential glory shines, The ranquish dnighe throws off herduskyshrowd, which not the heav'n of heava's, nor boundlose And kindles into day: the shade and light
space confines. To man still various, but the same to thee. When darkness rul'd with universal sway, On thee is all the structure of my frame He spoke, and kindled up the blaze of day; Dependant. Lock'd within the silent womb First, fairest offspring of th' omnific word! Sleeping I lay, and rip'ning to my birth; [there; Which like a garment cloth'd its sov'rign Lond. Yet, Lord, thy outstretchd arm preserv'd me On liquid air he bade the columns rise, Before I mord to entity, and trod
prop starry concave of the skies; The verge of being. 'To thy hallow'd name Diffus'd the blue expanse from pole to pole, I'll pay due honors; for thy mighty hand And spread circumfluent ether round the whole. Built this corporeal fabric, when it laid
Soon as he bids impetuuns tempests fly, The ground-work of existence. Hence I read To wing his sounding chariot thro' the sky, The wonders of thy art. This frame I view Impetuous tempests the command obey, With terror and delight; and, wrapt in both, Sustain his flight, and sweep th' aerial way. I starlle at inyself. My bones, unformid Fraught with Lis mandates, from the realms op As yet, nor hardening from the viscous parts, Unnumber'd hosts of radiant heralds fly [high, But blended with th' unanimated mass, From orb to orb, with progress uncontina, Thy eye distinctly view'd; and, while I lay As lightning swift, resistless as the wind.' Within the earth, imperfect, nor perceiv'd In ambient air this pond'rous ball he hung, The first faint dawn of life, with ease survey'd And bade its centre rest for ever strong; The vital glimmerings of the active seeds, Heav'n, air, and sea, with all their storins in vain Just kindling to existence, and beheld Assault the basis of the firm machine. My substance scarce material. In thy book At thy Almighty voicc old Ocean faves, Was the fair model of this structure drawn, Wakes all his force, and gathers all his wares; Where every part, in just connection join’d, Nature lies mantled in a wat'ry robe, Compos'd and perfected th' harmonious piece, And shoreless billows rcvel round the globe ; Ere the dim speck of being learn d to stretch O'er highest hills the higher surges rise, Its ductile forin, or entity had known
Mix with the clouds, and meet the fluid skies. To range and wanton in an ampler space, But when in thunder the rebuke was giv'n, How dear, how rooted in my inmost soul, That shook th' eternal firmament of heav'n; "Are all thy counsels, and the various ways The grand rebuke th' affrighted waves obey, Of thy eternal providence! the sun
And in confusion scour their uncouth way; So boundless and immense, it leaves behind And posting rapid to the place decrced, The low account of oumbers; and outflies Winddown thehills,andsweep thehumble mond. All that imagination e'er conceiv'd: [shores, Reluctant in their bounds the waves subside; Less numerous are the sands that crowd the The bounds, impervious to the lashing side, The barriers of the ocean. When I rise Restrain its rage; whilst, with incessant roar, Froin my soft bed, and softer joys of sleep, It shakes the caverns, and assaults the shore. I rise to thee. Yet lo! the impious flight By him, from mountains cloth'din lacid snow, Thy mighty wonders. Shall the sons of vice Through fertile vales the mazy rivers flow. Elude the vengeance of thy wrathful hand, Here the wild horse, unconscious of the rein, Aadinock thy ling'ring thunder which withhold That retels boundless o'er the wide campaign, Its forky terrors from their guilty leads ? [fly Imbibes the silver surge, with Keat opprest, Thou great tremendous God! - Avaunt; and To cool the fever of his glowing brćask.
Here rising boughs, adorn'd with summer's Nor does our world alone its influence share ; pride,
Exhaustless bounty, and unwearied care Project their waving umbrage o'er the tide ; Estends thro' all th' intinitude of space, While, gently perching on the leafy spray, And circles nature with a kind embrace. Each feather'd warbler tunes his various lay : Theazure kingdoms of the deep below, And, while thy praise they symphonise around, Thy pow'r, thy wisdom, and thy goodness show: Creation echoes to the grateful sound.
Heie multitudes of various beings stray, Wide o'er the heavens the various bow he bends, Crowd the profound, or on the surface play: Its tinctures brighten, and its arch extends : Tall nav ies bere their doubtful way explore, At the glad sign the airy conduits flow, And ev'ry product waft from shore to shore ; Soften the hills, and clieer the meads below : Hence meare want expellid and sanguine strife, By genial fervor and prolific rain,
For the muld charms of cultivated life; Swift vegetation clothes the smiling plain : Hence social union spreads from soul to soul, Nature, profusely good, withi bliss o'erflows, And India joins in friendship with the pole. And still is pregnant, tho' she still bestows. Here the lige potent of the scaly train
Here verdant pastures wide extended lic, Enormous sails incumbent o'er the main, And yield the grazing herd exuberant supply. An animated isle! and, in his way, Luxuriant waving in the wanton air,
Dashes to heaven's bluc arch the foamy sca; Here golden grain rewards the peasant's care: When skies and ocean mingle storm and flame, llere vines mature with fresh carnation glow, Portending instant wreck to nature's frame, And heav'n above diffuses heav'n below: Pleas'd in the scene, hc mocks, with conscious Erect and tall here mountain cedars rise,
pride ; Wave in the starry vault, and emulate the skies. The velly'd lightning, and the surging tide
ei Here the wing:d crowd, that skim the yielding And while the wrathful elements engage, With artful toil their little domes prepare;[air, Foments with horrid sport the tempest's rage. Here hatch their tender young, and nurse the All these thy watchful providence supplies, rising care.
To thee alone they turn their waiting eyes ; Up the steep hill ascends the nimble doe, For them thou open'st thy exhaustless store, While timid coneys scour the plains below, Till the capacious wish cau grasp no more. Or in the pendent rock elude the scenting foc. But, if one moment thou thy face should'st
Jle baule the silver majesty of night Thy glory clouded, or thy smiles deny'd, [hide, Revolve her circles, and incrcase her light; Then widow'd nature veils her mournful eyes, Assigu'd :: province to e::ch rolling sphere, And vents her grief in universal cries : And taught the sun to regulate the year. Then gloomy death, with all his meagre train, Ar his command, wide horing v'er the plain, Wideo'er the nations spreads his dismal reign; Primeral night resumes her gloomy reign : Sea, earth, andar, the boundless ravage mourn, Then from their dens, impatient of delay, And all their hosts to naiive dust return. The savage monsters bend their specdy way, But when again ihy glory is display'd, Howl thro' the spacious waste, and chasc thcir Reviv'd creation lifts her cheerful head; frighted prey.
Vew rising forms the potent smiles obey, Here stalks the shaggy monarch of the wood, And lite chindles at the genial ray ; Taught from thy providence to ask his food! United thanks replenishid nature pays, To thee, O Father, to thy bounteous skies, And hear'a and earth resound iheir Maker's He rears his mane, and rolls his glaring eyes:
praise. He roars; the desert trembles wide arourid, When time shall in eternity be lost, And repercussive hills repeat the sound. And hoary nature languish into dust,
Now orient gems the eastern skies adorn, For ever young, this glory shall reinain, And joyful nature hails the op'ning morn:. l'ast as hy being, endless as thy reign. The rovers, conscious of approaching day, Thou from the regions of cternal day, Fly to their shelters, and forget their prey.
View'st all thy works at one immense stitvey; Laborious man, with moderate slumber blest, Plca:'d thou behold'st the whole propensely tend Springs cheerful to his toil from downy rest; · To perfect happiness, its glorious end. Till grateful evening with her argent train, If thou tv carth but turn thy wrathful eyes, Bid labour cease, and case the weary swain, Her basis trembles, and her offspring dics :
“Hail sor'reign goodness! all-productive mind! Thou smilst the hills, and at th' Almighty blow On all thy works thyself inscrib'd we find : Their sunimits kindle, and their inwards glow, How various all, how variously endow'd, While this immortal spark of heav'nly flame How great their numbet; and each part howgood: Distends my breat and animates my fraine: How perfect then must the great Purent shine, To thee my ardcnt praises shall be borne Who with one act of energy divine,
Onthefirsíbreeze that wakes the blushing morn; Laid the vast plau, and finish'd the design !" The latest star shall hear the pleasing sound, Where'er the pleasing search suy thoughts and nature in full choir shall joiu around. pursue,
When full of thee my soul excursive fies L'nbounded guodness rises to my view; Thru' carth, air, occan, or thy regal skies,
From world to world new wonders still I find, When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd
In majesty severe,
oi how shall I appear?
Who does her sins lament,
Shall endless woc prevent.
Then sce the sorrows of my heart, llow are thy servants blest, O Lord !
Ere get it be toj late: How sure is their defence !
And hear my Saviour's dying groans, Eterr.I wisdoin is their guide,
To give those surrow's weight. Their help omnipotence.
For never shall my soul despair la foreign realms, and lands remote,
Her pardon to procure,
Who knows thy only Son has died
To make that pardon sure.
§ 30. A Flymn on the Seasons. Thomsofie The hoary Alpine hills it warmid,
THEse, as they change, Almighty Father, these And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas. Are but the varied God. The rolling year Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
Is full of 'Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring How with affrighted eyes
Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love. Thou saw'st the wide extended deep
Wide flushi the fields: the softening air is balm; In all its horrors rise !
Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles; Confusion dwelt in ev'ry face,
And every serise and every heart is joy. And fear in ev'ry heart,
Then comes thy glory in the Summer months,
With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun When waves on waves, and gulphs in gulphs, D'ercame the pilot's art.
Shoots full perfection thro' the swelling year :
And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord, And ofi at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, Thy mercy set me free;
By brooks and groves,in hollow whisp'ringgales, While in the confidence of pray's
Thy bounty shines in Autumin unconfin'd, My soul took hold on rice.
and spreads a common feast for all that lives. For though in dreadful whirls we hung In Winter awful Thou!. with clouds and storms High on the broken wave,
Around Thee thrown,tempest oʻer tempest rollid, I knew thou wert not slow to hear,
Majestic darkness ! On the whirlwind's wing, Nor impotent to save.
Riding sublime, Thou bidd'st the world adore,
And humblest nature with thy northern blast, The storm was laid, the winds retird Obedient to thy will;
Mysterious round! what skill, what force dia
Deep-felt, in these appear! a simple train, (vine, The sca, that roar'd at thy command,
Yet so delightful mix'd, with such kind art,
Such bcauty and beneficence combin'd;
Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade; And praise thee for thy mercies past, That, as they still succeed, they ravish still, And humbly hope for more.
But wandering oft, with rude inconscious gaze, My life, if thou preserv'st my life,
Man marks notThce, marks not the mightyhand Thy sacrifice shall be;
That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres; And death, if death must
Works in the secret deep; shoots,stcaining, thence doom,
my Shall join my soul to thee.
The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring;
Feeds ev'ry creature; hurls the tempest forth § 29. Another Hym. Anon. And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, Waex rising from the bed of death,
With transport touches all the springs of life,
Nature attend ! join every living soul
Beneath the spacious teniplc of the sky,
In adoration join; and ardent raise
One general song! To lim yc vocal gales, If yet, while pardon may be found,
Breathesoft,whose spiritinyourfreshinessbreathes: And mercy may be sought,
Oh talk of him in solitary glooms, My heart with inward horror shrinko,
Where o'er the rock the scarcely waving pine And trembles at the thought:
Fills the brown shade with a religious awe!
And ye, whose boller note is heard afar, When even at last the solemn hour shall come
Where universal love not smiles around,
In infinite progression. But I lose Sound his stupendous praise, whose greater voice Myself in Him, in light ineffable ! Or bids you roar, or bids your roaring fall. Come then, expressive silence, muse his praise So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts,
$ 31. Ilymn to Humanity. Langhornre. Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil
Parent of virtue, if thine ear Ye forests bend, se harvests ware to Him;
Attend not now to sorrow's cry;
If now the pity-streaming tear
Should haply on thy cheek be dry ;
Indulge my votive strain, O sweet humanity Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, ihe silver lyre.
Come, ever welcome to my breast !
A tender, but a cheerful guest.
Nor always in the gloomy cell
Of life-consuming sorrow dwell;
For sorrow, long-indalg'd and slow,
Is to Humanity a foe;
Then comes, sweet nymph, instead of thee, Ye valleys, raise; for the Great Shepherd reigns ;
The gloomy hend, Stupidity.
that fiend be banished far, Burst from the groves! and when the restless day, Though passions hold eternal war!
Nor ever let me cease to know
When sorrow fills a brother's eye;
private or from social woes,
4. And as each iningling fame increases each,
If the fair star of fortune smile, In one united ardor rise to heav'n.
Let not its flattering power beguile ;
My full sails swell with bloating pride.
To modest merit spread my siore,
5. Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, If Heaven, in every purpose wise, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. The envied lot of wealth denies;
Should fate coinmand me to the farthest verge If doond to drag life's painful loal Of the green carth, to distant barbarous climes, Through poverty's uneven ruad, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun And, for ihe due bread of the day, Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Destin'd ro toil as well as pray; Flames on th' Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me: To thee, Humanity, still irue, Since God is ever present, ever felt,
I'll wish the good I cannot do; In the void waste as in the city full;
And give the wretch, that passes by; And where lle vital spreads, there must be joy. A soothing word- -a tear -- a sigh.
Beyond its sphere shall human wisdom go, Howe'er exalted, or deprest,
And boldly censure what it cannot know? Be ever mine the feeling breast.
'Tis ours to cherish what Heav'n deign'd to give, From me remove the stagnant mind
And thankful for the gift of being live. Of languid indolence, reclin'd;
Progressive powers, and faculties that rise The soul that one long sabbath keeps,
From earth's low vale, to grasp the golden skies, And through the sun's whole circle sleeps; Though distant far from perfect, good, or fair, Dull Peace, that dwells in Folly's eye,
Clain the due thought, and ask the grateful And self-attending Vanity. Alike, the foolish and the vain
Come, then, thou partner of my life and name, Are strangers to the sense huinane.
Froin one dear source, whom Naturc forin'd the 7.
same, O for that sympathetic glow
Ally'd more nearly in cach nobler part, Which taught the holy tear to flow,
And more the friend, than brother of my heart! When the prophetic eye survey'd
Let us, unlike the lucid twins that rise Sion in future ashes laid;
At different times, and shine in distant skies, Or, rais'd to heaven, implor'd the bread With inutual eye this mental world survey, That thousands in the desert fed !
Mark the slow rise of intellectual day, Or, when the heart o'er friendship’s grave
View reason's source, if man the source may find, Sighd-and forgot its power to save
And trace each Science that exalts the mind. O for that sympathetic glow
• Thou self-appointed lord of all below! Which taught thy holy tear to flow.
Ainbitious inan, how little dost thou know? 8.
For once let Fancy's towering thoughts subside, It comes: It fills my labouring breast,
Look on thy birth, and mortify thy pride! I feel my beating heart opprest.
A plaintive wreich, so blind, so helpless born, Oh! hear that lonely widow's wail!
The brute sagacious might behold with scorn. See her dir. eye! her aspect pale!
How soon, when Nature gives him to the day, To hearen she turns in deep despair,
In strength exulting, does he bound away; Her infants wonder at her prayer,
By instinct led, the fostering teat he finds, And, mingling tears they know not why, Sports in the ray, and shuns the searching winds. Lift up their little hands, and cry.
No grief he knows, he feels no groundless fear, O God! their moving sorrows sce!
Feeds without cries, and sleeps without a tear. Support them, sweet Humanity!
Did he but know to reason and compare, 9.
See here the vassal, and the master there, Lise, elld with grief's distressful train, What strange reflections must the scene afford, For ever ask, the tear hunane.
That shew'd the weakness of his puling Lord !" Pzhold in yon unconscious grove
Thus sophistry unfolds her specious plan, The victims of ill-fated love!
Forin'd not to humble, but depreciate man. Heard you that agonizing throe?
Unjust the censure, if unjust io rate Sure this is not romantic woe!
His pow'rs and inerits froin his infant-state. The golden day of joy is o'er;
For, grant the children of the flow'ry vale And now they part --- to meet no more.
By instinct wiser, and of linbs more hale, Assist them, hearts from anguish free!
With equal eye their perfect state explore, Assist them, sweet lluinanity!
And all the vain comparison 's no more. 10.
But why should life, so short by Heav'n Parent of virtue, if thine ear
ordaind, Attend rot now to Sorrow's cry;
Be long to thoughtless infancy restrain'dIf now the pity-streaming tear
To thoughtless infancy, or vainly sage, Should haply on thy cheek be dry,
Mourn through the languors of declining age?" Indulge my votive strain, O sweet Humanity!
O blind to truth! to Nature's wisdoin blind!, And all that she directs, or Heav'n design'd!
Behold her works in cities, plains and groves, $ 33. EPISTLE II.
Or life that vegetates, and life that moves! To 3Tilliam Langhorne, M. A. 1760. In due proportion, as each being stays Light heard his voice, and, eager to obey, In perfect life, it rises and decays From all her orient fountains burst away.
Is man long helpless? Through each tender At Nature's birth, O! had the power divine hour, Commanded thus the moral sun to shine, See love parental watch the blooming flow'r! Beam'd on the mind all reason's influence bright, By op'ning charms, by beauties fresh display'd, And the full day of intellectual light, And sweets unfolding, see that love repaid ! Then the free soulon Truth's strong pinion borne, Has age its pains ? For luxury it mayHad never languish'd in this shade forlorn. The temp'rate wear insensibly away,
Yet thus imperfect form'd, thus blindand vain, While sage experience and reflection clear Dooin'd by loog toil a glimpse of truth to gain; Beam a gay sunshine on life's fading year.