THE SECOND PART.

ASSUME, my tongue, a nobler ftrain,

Sing the new wonders of the Lord;
The foes revive their powers again,
Again they die beneath his fword.

Dark as our thoughts our minutes roll,
While tyranny poffefs'd the throne,
And murderers of an Irish foul

Ran, threatening death, through every town.
The Romish prieft, and British prince,
Join'd their best force, and blackest charms,
And the fierce troops of neighbouring France
Offer'd the fervice of their arms.

'Tis done, they cry'd, and laugh'd aloud,
The courts of darkness rang with joy,
Th'old Serpent hifs'd, and hell grew proud,
While Zion mourn'd her ruin nigh.
But lo, the great deliverer fails,
Commiffion'd from Jehovah's hand,
And fmiling feas, and wifhing gales,
Convey him to the longing land.

The happy day, and happy year,

Both in our new falvation meet:

The day that quench'd the burning fnare,

The year that burnt th' invading fleet.

*Nov. 5, 1688.

† Nov. 5, 1588.

Now

Now did thine arm, O God of Hosts,
Now did thine arm shine dazling bright,
The fons of might their hands had lost,
And men of blood forgot to fight.

Brigades of angels lin❜d the way,
And guarded William to his throne:
celestial warriors, stay,

There, ye

And make his palace like your own.

Then, mighty God, the earth fhall know
And learn the worship of the sky:
Angels and Britons join below,
To raife their Hallelujahs high.

All Hallelujah, heavenly King;
While diftant lands thy victory fing,
And tongues their utmoft powers employ,
The world's bright roof repeats the joy.

THE INCOMPREHENSIBLE..

FAR in the heavens my God retires,

My God, the mark of my defires,
And hides his lovely face;

When he defcends within my view,

He charms my reafon to purfue,

But leaves it tir'd and fainting in th' unequal chace.

Or if I reach unusual height

Till near his presence brought,

There floods of glory check my flight,

Cramp the bold pinions of my wit,

And all untune my thought;

Plung'd

Plung'd in a sea of light I roll,

Where wisdom, justice, mercy, shines ;

Infinite rays in croffing lines

Beat thick confufion on my fight, and overwhelm my foul.

Come to my aid, ye fellow-minds,

And help me reach the throne; (What fingle strength, in vain designs,

United force hath done;

Thus worms may join, and grafp the poles,

Thus atoms fill the fea)

But the whole race of creature-fouls

Stretch'd to their last extent of thought, plunge and are

loft in thee.

Great God, behold my reafon lies
Adoring; yet my love would rife
On pinions not her own :

Faith shall direct her humble flight,

Through all the trackless feas of light,

To Thee, th' Eternal Fair, the Infinite Unknown.

DEATH AND ETERNITY.

MY thoughts, that often mount the skies,

Go, fearch the world beneath,

Where nature in all ruin lies,

And owns her fovereign, death.

The tyrant, how he triumphs here !
His trophies fpread around!
And heaps of duft and bones appear
Through all the hollow ground.

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Thefe

These skulls, what ghaftly figures now!

How loathfome to the

eyes!

Thefe are the heads we lately knew

So beauteous and fo wife.

But where the fouls, thofe deathlefs things,
That left his dying clay?

My thoughts, now stretch out all your wings,
And trace eternity.

O that unfathomable fea!

Thofe deeps without a fhore!
Where living waters gently play,
Or fiery billows roar.

Thus muft we leave the banks of life,
And try this doubtful fea;

Vain are our groans, and dying ftrife,
To gain a moment's stay.

There we shall swim in heavenly blifs,
Or fink in flaming waves,

While the pale carcass thoughtless lies,
Amongst the filent
graves.

Some hearty friend fhall drop his tear

On our dry bones, and fay,

"These once were ftrong, as mine appear,
"And mine must be as they."

Thus fhall our mouldering members teach
What now our fenfes learn :

For duft and afhes loudeft preach

Man's infinite concern.

A Sight

A SIGHT of HEAVEN in SICKNESS.

FT have I fat in fecret fighs,

OF

To feel my flesh decay,

Then groan'd aloud with frighted eyes,
To view the tottering clay.

But I forbid my forrows now,
Nor dares the flesh complain;
Diseases bring their profit too;
The joy o'ercomes the pain.
My chearful foul now all the day
Sits waiting here and fings;
Looks through the ruins of her clay,
And practifes her wings.

Faith almost changes into fight,
While from afar fhe spies,
Her fair inheritance, in light

Above created skies.

Had but the prison walls been strong,
And firm without a flaw,
In darkness she had dwelt too long,
And lefs of glory faw.

But now the everlasting hills
Through every chink appear,

And fomething of the joy the feels
While fhe's a prifoner here.

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