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The mighty basis of eternal bliss !

To cater for the sense ; and serve at boards, Where now the barren rock ? the painted foretu ? Where every ranger of the wilds, perhaps Where now, Lorenzo! life's eternal round? Each reptile, juftly claims our upper hand. Have I not made my triple promise good ? Luxurious feast ! a soul, a soul immortal, Vain is the world; but only to the vain. 420 In all the dainties of a brute bemir'd ! To what compare we then this varying scene, Lorenzo! blush at terror for a death, Whose worth ambiguous rises, and declincs? Which gives thee to repose in feftive bowers, Waxes and wanes? (in all propitious, Night Where nectars sparkle, angels minister, Alifts me here) Compare it to the moon ; And more than angels share, and raise, and crown, Dark in herself, and indigent; but rich 425 And eternise, the birth, bloom, bursts of bliss. 485 In borrow'd lustre from a higher sphere.

What need I more? O death, the palm is thine. When gross guilt interposes, labouring earth, Then welcome, death ! thy dreaded harbingers, O'ershadow'd, mourns a deep eclipse of joy! Age, and disease; disease, though long my guest; Her joys, at brightest, pallid, to that font That plucks my nerves, those tender frings of Of full effulgent glory, whence they flow. 430 life;

Nor is that glory distant: Oh Lorenzo! Which, pluck'd a little more, will toll the bell, A good man, and an angel ! these between That call my few friends co my funeral;

492 How thin the barrier! what divides their fate? Where feeble nature drops, perhaps, a tear, Perhaps a moment, or perhaps a year ;

While reason and religion, better taught,
Or, if an age, it is a moment still; 435 Congratulate the dead, and crown his tomb
A moment, or eternity's forgot.

With wreath triumphant. Death is victory ; 499 Then be, what once they were, who now are It binds in chains the raging ills of life: gods;

Luft and ambition, wrath and avarice, Be what Philauder was, and claim the skies. Dragg'd at his chariot-whecl, applaud his power. Starts timid nature at the gloomy pass ?

That ills corrosive, eares importunate,' The oft transition call it; and be chear'd: 440 Are not immortal too, O death! is thine. 500 Sucb ic is often, and why not to Thee?

Our day of dissolution !_name it right; To hope the best, is pious, brave, and wise ; "Tis our great pay-day; 'is our harvest, rich And may itself procure, what it presumes. And ripe; what though the fickle, sometimes Life is much flatter'd, death is much traduc'd: keen, Compare the rivals, and the kinder crown. 445 Just scars us as we reap the golden grain ? Strange competition !”—True, Lorenzo! Itrange! More than thy balm, 0 Gilead! heals the wound. So little Life can cast into the scale.

505 Life nakes the soul dependant on the dust; Birth's feeble cry, and death's deep dismal groan, Death gives her wings to mount above the Are slender tributes low-tax'd nature pays spheres.

For mighty gain : the gain of each, a life! Through chinks, styl’d organs, dim Life peeps at But 01 the last the former fo transcends, light;

450 Life dies, compar'd; Life lives beyond the grave. Deatb bursts th' involving cloud, and all is day;

510 Alleye, all ear, the disembody'd power.

And feel I, death! no joy from thought of thee? Death has feign'd evils, r:ature shall not feel; Death, the great counsellor, who man inspires Life, ills substantial, wisdom cannot shun.

With every nobler thought, and fairer deed ! Is not the mighty mind, that son of heaven! 455 Death, the deliverer, who rescues man! (SIS By tyrant life dechron'd, imprison'd, pain’d? Death, the rewarder, who the rescued crowns ! By death enlarg'd, enobled, deify'd ?

Death, that absolves my birth; a curse without it! Death but entombs the body; life the soul. Rich death, that realizes all my cares, “ Is death then guiltlels? How he markes his Toils, virtues, hopes ; without it a chimera ! way

Death, of all pain the period, not of joy ; " With dreadful waste of what deserves to shine! Joy's fource and subje&t, still subfist unhurt : 520 « Art, genius, fortune, elevated power! 461 One, in my soul; and one, in her great Sire; " With various lustres these light up the world, Though the four winds were warring for my dust. “ Which death puts out, and darkens human race," Yes, and from winds, and waves, and central night, I grant, Lorenzo! this indictment juit :

Though prison'd there, my duft too I reclaini, The fage, peer, potentate, king, conqueror ! 465 (To dust when drup, proud nature's proudeft fpheres) Death humbles these; more barbarous life, the And live intire. Death is the crown of life': 526

Were death deny'd, poor man would live in vain; Life is the triumph of our mouldering clay ; Werc death deny'd, to live would not be life; Death, of the spirit infinite ! divine!

Were death deny'd, ev'n fools would wish to die. Death has no dread, but what frail life imparts; Death wounds to cure: we fall; we rise, we reign! Nor life true joy, but what kind death improves. Spring from our fetters; falten in the skies; 530 No bliss has life to boalt, till death can give 471 Where blooming Eden withers in our fight : Far greater; life's a debtor to the grave,

Death gives us more than was in Eden loft. Dark lattice! letting in eternal day.

This king of terrors is the prince of peace. Lorenzo! blush at fondness for a life,

When Mall I die to vanity, pain, death?

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And drop this mask of flesh behind the scene, 43 NIGHT THE FOURTH.

With me, that time is come; my world is

dead;
A new world rises, and new manners' reign :
Foreign comedians, a spruce band ! arrive,
To push me from the scene, or hiss me there,

What a pert race ftarts up! the strangers gaze, 50 THE CHRISTIAN TRIUMPH. And I at them ; my neighbour is unknown ;

.Nor that the worst ! ah me! the dire effect

Of loitering herc, of death defrauded long :
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of old so gracious (and let that fuffice),
My very master kuows me not-

SS Our only Cure for the Fear of Death; and proper Sen

Shall I dare say, peculiar is the fate?
timents of that inestimulie Dlelling.

I've been lo long remember'd, I'm forgot.
An object ever presling dims the sight,

And hides behind its ardour to be seeu.
TO THE HONOURABLE MR. YORKE.

When in his courtiers' ears I pour my plaint,

60 They drink it as the nectar of the great ;

And Squeeze iny hand, and beg me come to: A of Much-indebted Muse, 0 Yorke! intrudes.

Refuful! canit thou wear a smoother form? Thine ear is patient of a serious fong.

Indulge nic, nor conceive I drop ny thenie: How deep implanted in the breast of man

Who cheapens life, abates the Fear of Death: 63 The dread of death! I sing its fovereign cure. 5 Twice told the period fpenc on dubboru Troy, Why start at death? Where is he ? Death ar- Court favour, yet untaken, 1 belegę; riv'd,

Ambition's ill-judg'd effort to be rich. is past; not come or gone, he's never leren

Alas ambition makes my little less; Ere bope, Sensation fails ; black-boding man

Embittering the pofleft: Why wih for more ? 70 Receives, not suffers, death's tremendous blow.

Wissing, of all employments, is the work; 'The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the Philosophy’s reverse; and health's decay! grave:

IoWere l as plunep as stall’d theology, 'The deep danip vault, the darkness, and the Wishing would waste me to the shade again.

Were I as wealthy as a South-sea dream, 73 These are the bugbears of a winter's eve,

Wishing is an expedient to be poor. The terrors of the living, not the dead.

Wishing, that constant hectic of a fool ; Imagination's fool, and error's wretch,

Caught at a court; purg'd off by purer air, Mau makes a death, which nature never made ; 15 And linipler diet; gists of rural life ! Then on the point of his own fancy falls ;

Bleft be that hand divine, which gently laid do And feels a thousand deaths, in fearing one.

My heart at reit, beneath this humble ned. But were death frightful, what has age to fear? The world's a tately bark, on dangerous feas, If prudent, age should meet the friendly foe,

With pleasure feen, but boarded at our peril ; And shelter in his hospitable gloom,

20 | Here on a single plank, thrown fafe ashore, I scarce can meet a monument, but holds I ńcar the tumult of the diftant throng,

85 My youngır; every date cries" Come away."

As that of feaš remote, or dying storms : And whai recalls me? Look the world around,

And meditate on scenes, more silent still. And tell me what : the wisest cannot tell.

Pursue my theme, and fight the Fear of Death. Should any born of women give his thought 25 Here, like a fiepherd gazing from his hut, Full range, on just dislike's unbounded field;

Touching his reed, or leaning on his staff, 90 Of things, the vanity; of men, the flaws;

Eager ambition's fiery chace I see; Flaws in the best; the maty, faw all o’er;

I see the circling hunt, of noisy nien, As leopards, ipotted, or, as Ethiops, dark;

Eurit law's inclosure, leap the mounds of right, Vivacious ill; goud dying immature :

30 Pursuing, and pursued, each other's prey; (How immature, Narcisla's marble tells !).

as wolyes, for rapine; as the fox, for wiles , 95 And at his death bequeathing endless pain :

Till Death, that mighty hunter, earths them all. His hears, though bold, would licken at the sight,

Why all this tvil for triumphs of an hour ? And 1pend itself in lighs, for future seencs.

What though we wade in wealth,' or soar in But grane to life (and just it is su grant 35

fame? To lucky life). Come perquisites of joy;

Earth's highest station ends in, “ Here he lies," A tiine there is, when, like a thrice-told tale,

And ~ duit to duft" concludes her noblest long Long-rified life of sweet can yield no more.

If this song lives, posterity shall know But froin vur comment on, the comedy,

'One, though in Britain born, with courtiers bred, Pleasing reflections on parts well sustain'd,

40Who thought ev’n gold might come a day too Or purpos'd emerdations where we fail'd,

late; Or hopes of plaudits from our candid Judge,

Nor on his subtle death-bed plann'd his scheine When on their exit, souls are bid vurove,

for future vacancies in church or fate; 105 14 Fortune back scr cinsel, and her plune,

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Unbit by rage caninc of dying rich :

On bigat ? - What means my phrenzy ? IblasGuilt's blunder! and the loudest laugh of hell.

pheme; O my coevals! remnants of yourselves ! Alas! how low! how far beneath the skies! Poor human ruins, tottering o'er the grave! 110 The skies it forn'd; and now it bleeds for me Shall we, shall aged men, like aged trees,

But bleeds the balm I want-Yet still it bleeds ;175 Strike deeper our vile root, and closer cling, Draw the dire steel-mah no ! the dreadful blelling Still more enamour'd of this wretched foil ? What heart or can sustain, or dares forego ? Shall our pale, wither'd hands, be still tretch'd There hangs all human hope ; that nail supports out,

The falling universe : that gone, we drop ; 175 Trembling, at once, with eagerness and age ?115 | Horror receives us, and the dismal wish With avarice and convulsions, grasping hard ? Creation had been smother'd in her birth Graiping at air! for what has carth belide ? Darkness his curtain, and his bed the dust; Man wants but litele; nor that little, loog; When stars and fun are dust beneath his throne ! How foon must he resign his very dust,

in heaven itself can fuch indulgence dwell? 180 Which frugal nature lent him for an hour ! 120 O what a groan was there ! a groan not His. Years une xperienc'd rush on numerous ills : He seiz'd our dreadful right; the load sustain'd; And soon as man, expert from time, has found And heav'd the mountain from a guilty world. The key of life, it opes the gates of death, A thousand worlds, fo bought, were bought too

When in this vale of years I backward look, And nils such numbers, numbers too of fuch,125 Sensations new in angels' bosóms rise ; 185 Firmier in health, and greener in their age, Suspend their song ; and make a pause in blifs. And stricter on their guard, and fitter far,

O for their song ; to reach my lofty theme ! To play life's fubtle game, I scarce believe Inspire me, Night! with all thy tuneful spheres ; I fill survive : and am I fond of life,

Whilft I with seraphs share seraphic themes, Who scarce can think it posible, I live? 130 And shew to inen the dignity of man; 190 Alive by miracle ! or what is next,

Left I blafpheme my subject with my song: Alive by Mead ! if I am still alive,

Shall pagina pages glow celestial frame, Who long have buty', what gives life to live, And cbrifiian languith? on our hearts, not heads, Firmness of nerve, and energy of thought. Falls the foul infamy: my heart! awake. Life's lee is not more ballozu, than impure, . 135 What can awake thce, unawak'd by this, 195 And vapid; Sense and Reafon Thew the door, Expanded deity on human weal?" Call for my bier, and point me to the dust, Feel the great truths, which burst the tenfold C thou great arbiter of life and death!

night Nature's imimortal, immaterial fun!

Of beatben error, with a golden flood Whose all-prolific beam late cali'd me forth 149 Of endlels day : to feel, is to be fir'd; From darko els, teeming darkness, where I lay And to believe, Lorenzo ! is to feel. 200 The worm's inferior, and, in rank, beneach Thou moi? indulgent, moft tremendous Power! The dust I tread on, high to bear my brow, Still more treniendous, for thy wondrous love! To drink the spirit of the golden day,

That arnis, which are more awful, thy come And triumph in existence; and couldīt know. 145 mauds; No motive, but my blils ; and hast ordain'd And foul tranfyreslion dips in sevenfold night! A rise in blelling ! with the Patriarcb's joy, How our hearts tremble at thy love immense Thy call I follow to the land unknuwon;

In love immense, inviolably just!

206 trust in thee, and know in whom trust; Thou, rather than thy justice should be stain'd, Or life, or death, is equal; neither weighs : 150 Didst stain the Cross; and work of wonders far All weight in this---O let me live to thee! The greatest, that thy dearest far might bleed.

Though nature's terrors, thus, may be represt; Bold thought! fhall I dare speak it; or ren Still frowns grim Deatb; guilt pointg the tyrant's

press? Spear.

Should nran tnore execrate, or boast the guilt And whence all human guilt? From death forgot. Which rous'd luch vengeance? which fuch love Ah me! too long I fee at nought the swarm 155 inflam'd? cf friendly warnings, which around me flew; O'er guilt (how mountainous !) with out-stretch'd . And finil'd, unmitten ; small my cause to smile! Death's admonitions, like shafts upwards shot, Stern juice and soft-smiling love embrace, More dreadful by delay, the longer ere (160 Supporting, in full majesty, thy throne, 215 They strike our hearts, the deeper is their wound. When teem'd its majeity to need support, O think how deep, Lorenzo! here it stings : Or thit, or man, inevitably loft ; Who can appease its anguish ? how it burns ! What, but the fathomitf of thought divine, What hand the bar b’d, invenom’d, thought can could labour fuch expedient from despair, draw?

And rescue both ? both rescue! both exalt What healing hand can pour the balm of peace,

O how are both exalted by the deed !
And turn my fight undaunted on the tomb ? 105 The wondro us deed ! or shall I call it mors?

With joy,---with grief, that bealing hand I see A wonder in omnipo:ence itself!
Ah! toe conspicuous! it is fix'd on high, A myite sy bo less to gods than men!

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Not tbus, our infidels th' eternal draw, 225 And with divine complacency beheld A God all o'er, consummate, absolute,

Powers moft illumin'd, wilder'd in the theme 285 Full orbid, in his whole round of rays complete : The theme, the joy, how then (hall mau lusTben fet at odds heaven's jarring attributes;

tain ? And, with one excellence, another wound ; Oh the burst gates! crush'd fing! denjolish'd Maim heaven's perfection, break its equal beams, throne! Bid mercy triumph over-God himself, 231 Last gasp! of vanquish'd death. Shout earth and Undeify'd by their opprobrious praise :

heaven ! A God all mercy, is a God unjust.

This fum of good to man. W bofe nature, then, | Ye brainless wits ! ye baptiz'd infidels ! [235 Took-wing, and mounted with him from the Ye worse for mending ! wash'd to fouler strains ! tomb !

290 The ransom was paid down; the fund of heaven, Then, then, I rose; then first humanity Heaven's inexhausible, exhausted fund,

Triunphant past the crystal ports of light, Amazing, and amaz'd, pour'd forth the price, (Stupendous gueit!) and seiz'd eternal youth, All price beyond :, though curious to compute, Seiz'd in our name. E'er since, 'tis blafphemous Archangels fail'd to cast the mighty sum: 240 To call man mortal. Mau's mortality 295 Its value vaft, unyrafp'd by minds create, Was, chen, transferr'd to death; and heaven's For ever hides, and glows, in the Supreme.

duration. And was the ransom paid?' it was: and paid Unalenably seal'd to this frail frame, (What can exalt the bounty more ?) for you.

This child of dust-Man, all-immortal! hail; The fun beheld it-no, the shocking scene 245 Hail, heaven ! all lavish of strange gifts to man Drove back his chariot : midnight veil'd his face ; Thine all the glory; man's the boundless bliss. 3

• 300 Not such as this ; not such as nature makes; Where am I wrapt by this triumphant theme, A midnight nature shudder'd to behold;

On christian joy's exulting wing, above A midnight new ! a dread eclipse (without Th' Aonjan mount !-Alas! small cause for joy! Opposing spheres) from her Creator’s frown ! 250 What if to pain immortal ? if extent Sun! didst thou fly thy Maker's pain? Or ítart of being, to preclude a close of woe?

305 At that enormous load of human guilt,

Where, then, my boast of immortality ? Which bow'd his blessed head; o'erwhelm'd his I boast it fill, though cover'd o'er with guilt; cross;

For guilt, not innocence, his life he pour'd, BIade groan the centre; burst earth's marble 'T'is guilt alone can justify his death womb,

Nor that, unless his death can justify 310 With pangs, strange pangs ! deliver'd of her Relenting guilt in heaven's indulgenc fight. dead ?

255 If, fick of folly, I relent; he writes Hell howld; and heaven that hour let fall a My name is heaven, with that inverted fpear

( [pear deep-dipt in blood!) which pierc'd his Heaven wept, that men might smile! heaven bled, fide, that man

And 'open'd there a font for all mankind, 313 Might never die !

Who ftrive, who combat crimes, to drink, and live : And is devotion virtue? 'Tis compell’d. This, only this, subdues the fear of death. What heart of stone but glows at choughts like And what is this? Survey the wondrous curc : these?

26 And at each step, let higher wonder rise! Such contemplations mount us; and should mount " Pardon for infinite offence and pardon 320 The mind still higher; nor ever glance on man, “ Through means that speak its value infinite !.

nraptur'd, uninflam'd.--- Where roll my thoughts A pardon bought with blood! with blood di. To rest from wonders ? ocher wonders rife;

vinę ! And strike where'er they roll; my foul is “ With blood divine of him, I made my foc caught :

265 “ Perlifted to provoke ! though woo'd, and aw'd, Heaven's fovereign plellings, clustering from thi “ Bleft, and chastis’d, a flagrant rebel ftill! 325 cross,

“ A rebel, 'midst the thunders of his throne! Rush on her, in a throng, and close her round, i Nor I alone! 4 rebel universe"! The prisoner of amaze !--in his blest life

“ My species up in arms! not one exempt ! I see the path, and in his death the price,

“ Yet for the foulest of the foul, he dies, And in his great afcent che proof supreme

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" Most joy’d, for the redeend from deepest guilt! of immortality. ---And did he rife?

" As if our råce were held of highest rank ; 331 Mear, ) ye nations ! hear it, ye dead ! " And Godhead dearer, as more kind to man!" He rose ! he role ! he burft the bars of death. Bound, every heart! and every bosom, burn! Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates !

O what a scale of miracles is here ! And give the king of glory to come in. 275 Its lowest round, high planted on the skies; 335 Who is the king of glory ? he who left Its towering summit lost beyond the thought His chrone of glory, for the pang of death! Of map or angel ! O that I could climb Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates! The wonderful ascent, with equal praise! And give the king of glory to caric in.

Praise ! flow for ever (if astonisiment Who is the king of glory? he who llew 230 Will give thee leave): my praise for ever flow; 340 The ravenous foe, that gory'd all hnoran race !"Praise ardent, cordial, constant, to high heaven 'The king of glory, he, whose glory fillid More fragrant, than Arabia sacrific'd, Acaven with alpazement as his or to min; And all her spicy mountains in a flame,

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So dear, so due to heaven, shall praise descend,, But though past all diffusd, without a thore, With her soft plupie (from plausive angels wing His cffence ; local is his throne (as meet), First pluck'd my man) to tickle morcal ears, 346 To gather the disperft (as standards call Thus diving in the pockets of the great ?

The lifted from afar): to fix a point, Is praise the perquisite of every paw,

A central point, colledive of his sons,
Though black as hell, that grapples well for gold? Since finite every nature but his own.
Oh love of gold! thou meanest of amours ! 350 The namelets He, whose nod is nature's birth;
Shall praise her odours waste on virtue's dead, And nature's shield, the shadow of his hand; 410
Embalm the base, perfume the stench of guilt, Her diffolution, his suspended smile!
Earn dirty bread by wathing Æthiops fair, The great Fir. Laft! pavilion’d high he sits,
Removing filth, or sinking it from Gght, In darkness from excessive splendor borne,
A scavenger in frenes, where vacant polis 355 By gods unseen, unless through lustre loft.
Like gibbets yet untenanted, expect

His glory, to created glory, bright,
Their future ornaments: From courts and thrones, As that to central horrors; he looks down
Return, apostate praise ! thou vagabund! On all that soars; and spatis immensity.
'Thou prostitute! to thy firt love return,

Though night unnumber'd words unfolds
Thy first, thy greatest, once unrival'd theme. 360 view,
There flow redundant ; like Meander flow, Boundless creation! what art thou ? A beam,
Back to thy fountain, to that Parent Power, A mere elluvium of his majesty :

420 Who gives the tongue to found, the thought to And shall an atom of this atom-world foar,

Mutter, in dust and Gin, the theme of heaven? The soul to be. Men homage pay to men, Down co the centre should I send my thought Thoughtless beneath whose dreadful eye they how Through beds of glittering ote, and glowing Jn mutual awe profound of clay to clay,

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gems, Of guilt to guilt ; and turn their back on thce, Their beggar'd blaze wants fustre for my lay ; 425 Great Sire! whom thrones celestial ceaseless fing : Goes out in darkness : if, on towering wings To prostrate angels, an amazing feene!

I lead it through the boundless vault of stars! the presumption of man's awe for man! 370 The Itars, though rich, what dross their gold to Man's Author! End! Restorer! Law! and

thee, Judge!

Great! good! wise! wonderful! eternal King! Thine, all; day thine, and thine this gloom of If to those conscious ftars thy throne around, 430 night,

Praise ever-pouring, and imbibing bliss ; With all her wealth, with all her radiant worlds: And ask their strain; they want it, more they What, night eternal, but a frown from thee? (375 want, What, heaven's meridian glory, but thy smile? (Poor their abundance, humble their sublime, And thall not praise be thine, not human praise? | Languid their energy, their ardóur cold, While heaven's high host on ballelujahs live? Indebted still, their highest rapture burns; 435

O may I breathe no longer, than I breathe Short of its mark, defective, though divine: My soul in praise to Him, who gave my soul, Still more--This theme is man's, and man's And all her infinite of prospect fair,

alone ; Cut through the shades of hell, great Love by thee Theis vast appointments reach it not : they see O molt Adorable! most Únador'd !

On carth a bounty not indulg'd on high ; Where thall that praise begin, which ne'er should And downward look for heaven's fuperior praise ! end?

First-born of Ether! high in fields of light! 441 Wherc'er I turn, what claim on all applaufe ! View man, to see the glory of your God! How is night's fable mantle labour'd o'er ! 385 Could angels envy, they had envy'd bere; How richly wrough with attributes divine! And fome did envy; and the rest, though gods, Whac wifdom hines ! what love ! this midnight Yet still gods unredeemd (there triumphs man, 445 pomp,

Tenipted to weigh the dust against the skies) This gorgeous arch, with golden worlds inlaid ! They less would feel, though morc adorn, my Built with diviae ambition ! nought to thee;

theme. For others this profusion : Thou, apart, 390 They sung Creation (for in that they shar'd): Above ! Beyond! O tell me, mighty Mind! How rose in melody, that child of love! Where art thou ? Shall I dive into the deep? Creation's great superior, man! is thine ; 450 Call to the fon, or ask the roaring winds,

Thine is redemption; they just gave the key : For their Creator ? Shall I question loud 'Tis thine to raise, and eternize, the song; The thunder , if in that th’Almighty dwells ? 395 Though human, yec divine; for should not tbit Or holds he furious forms in streighten'd reins, Raise man o'er man, and kindle seraphs bere? And bids fierce wbirlwinds wheel his rapid car? Redemption ! 'twas creation more sublime;

455 What mean thefe quctions ?-Trembling I re- Redemption ! 'twas the labour of the skies ; tract ;

Far more than labour-It was death in heaven. My proftratc foul adores the present God : A truth so strange! 'cwere bold to think it Praise I a distant deity ? He cunes

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true ; My voice (if tun'd); the nerve, that writes, Tur- If not far bolder still to disbelieve ! tains :

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