No more shall peevish passion rise, The tongue no more complain; 'Tis fovereign love that lends our joys, And love resumes again. ' The LAW and GOSPEL. CURST URST be the man, for ever curt, "That doth one wilful fin commit; "Death and damnation for the first, Thus Sinai roars; and round the earth "Pardon, and grace, and boundless love, Hark, how he prays, (the charming found Go, you that rest upon the law, And toil, and feek falvation there, And fhrink, and tremble, and despair. But I'll retire beneath the cross: Saviour, at thy dear feet I lie; And the keen fword that justice draws, Seeking a divine Calm in a reftlefs World. "O Mens, quæ ftabili fata Regis vice, &c." Cafimire, Book III. Od. 28. ETERNAL mind, who rul'ft the fates Of dying realms, and rising states, Say, can our little trifling cares Afford a fmile to thee? Thou fcattereft honours, crowns, and gold: Here a vain man his fceptre breaks, Plunder'd and fnatch'd from hand to hand, As power decays or grows. Earth's but an atom: Greedy fwords Let greedy swords still fight and flay, To fit and finile with thee. HAPPY FRAILT Y. How OW meanly dwells th' immortal mind! “Why was a clod of earth design'd "Weak cottage where our fouls refide! "This flesh a tottering wall; "With frightful breaches gaping wide "The building bends to fall. "All round it ftorms of trouble blow, "And waves of forrow roll; "Cold waves and winter storms beat through, "And pain the tenant-foul. "Alas! how frail our state!" faid I: And thus went mourning on, Till fudden from the cleaving sky My foul all felt the glory come, And breath'd her native air; Then the remember'd heaven her home, And she a prisoner here, I 2 Straight Straight she began to change her key, And joyful in her pains, She fung the frailty of her clay In pleasurable ftrains. "How weak the prison is where I dwell ! "Flesh but a tottering wall, "No more, my friends, shall I complain, "Now let the tempeft blow all round, "And beat this houfe of bondage down, "To let the ftranger fly. "I have a manfion built above "By the Eternal Hand; "And fhould the earth's old bafis move, "My heavenly houfe muft ftand. "Yes, for 'tis there my Saviour reigns, (I long to fee the God) "And his immortal ftrength fuftains Hark, from on high my Saviour calls: 2 LAUN IT LAUNCHING into ETERNITY. was a brave attempt! adventurous He, Such is the foul that leaves this mortal land And manages the raging ftorm with ease; (Her faith can govern death) she spreads her wings She floats on the broad deep with infinite delight, } } |