Thefe fkulls, 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 must 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 strong, as mine appear,
"And mine must be as they."

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

For duft and ashes loudest preach
Man's infinite concern.

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 she 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.

The

The fhines of heaven rush sweetly in

At all the gaping flaws :

Vifions of endless blifs are feen;
And native air fhe draws.

O may these walls ftand tottering still,
The breaches never clofe,
If I muft here in darkness dwell,
And all this glory lose !

Or rather let this flesh decay,
The ruins wider grow,

Till glad to fee th' enlarged way,
I ftretch'd my pinions through.

THE UNIVERSAL HALLELUJAH

Pfalm cxlviii. Paraphras'd.

PRAISE ye the Lord with joyful tongue,
Ye powers that guard his throne;

Jefus the Man fhall lead the fong,

The God inspire the tune.

Gabriel, and all th' immortal choir
That fill the realms above;
Sing; for he form'd you of his fire,
And feeds you with his love.

Shine to his praife, ye crystal skies,
The floor of his abode,

Or veil your little twinkling eyes
Before a brighter God.

Thon

Tell the blind world, your orbs are fed
By his o'erflowing flames.

Winds, ye shall bear his name aloud
Through the ethereal blue,

For when his chariot is a cloud,
He makes his wheels of you.

Thunder and hail, and fires and storms,
The troops of his command,
Appear in all your dreadful forms,

And speak his awful hand.

Shout to the Lord, ye furging feas,
In your eternal roar;

Let wave to wave refound his praise,
And shore reply to shore :

While monsters sporting on the flood,
In fcaly filver fhine,

Speak terribly their Maker-God,

And lash the foaming brine.

But gentler things shall tune his name

To fofter notes than these,

Young zephyrs breathing o'er the stream, Or whispering through the trees.

Wave

your

tall heads, ye lofty pines,

To him that bid you grow :

Sweet clusters, bend the fruitful vines

On every thankful bough.

Let the fhrill birds his honour raife,
And climb the morning-sky ;
While groveling beafts attempt his praise
In hoarfer harmony.

Thus while the meaner creatures fing,
Ye mortals, take the found,
Echo the glories of your king,
Through all the nations round.

Th' Eternal Name must fly abroad

From Britain to Japan;

And the whole race fhall bow to God,

That owns the name of man.

THE ATHEIST's MISTAKE.

LAUGH, ye prophane, and swell and burst

With bold impiety :

Yet fhall ye live for ever curs'd,

And feek in vain to die.

The gasp of your expiring breath
Configns your fouls to chains,

By the last agonies of death,
Sent down to fiercer pains.

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