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VI.

Blow on, ye sacred organs, blow,

In tones magnificently slow; But o'er th' affections too she claims the sway,

Such is the music, such the lays, Pierces the human heart,and steals the soul away,

Which suit your fair inventress' praise : And as attractive sounds move high or low,

While round religious silence reigns, Th' obedient ductile passions ebb and flow,

Aod loitering winds expect the strains. Has any nymph her faithful lover lost,

Hail majestic mournful measure,
And in the visions of the night,

Source of many a pensive pleasure!
And all the day-dreams of the light,

Best pledge of love to mortals giv'n,
In sorrow's tempest turbulently tost-
From her cheeks the roses die,

As pattern of the rest of Heav'n !

And thou chief honour of the veil,
The radiations vanish from her Sun-bright eye,

Hail, harmonious Virgin, hail !
And her breast, the throne of love,

When Death shall blot out every name,
Can hardly, hardly, hardly move,

And Time shall break the trump of Fame,
To send th' ambrosial sigh.
But let the skilful bard appear,

Angels may listen to thy lute;

Thy pow'r sball last, thy bays shall bloom, And pour the sounds medicinal in her ear;

When tongues shall cease, and worlds cunsume,
Sing some sad, some plaintive ditty,

And all the tuneful spheres be mute.
Steept in tears, that endless flow,
Melancholy notes of pity,

GRAND CHORUS.
Notes that mean a world of woe;

When Death shall blot out every name, &c.
She too shall sympathize, she too shall moan,
And pitying others' sorrows sigh away her own.
CHORUS.

HYMN
Sing some sad, some &c. &c.

TO THE SUPREME BEING,
VII.

ON RECOVERY FROM A DANGEROUS FIT OF ILLNESS.
Wake, wake, the kettle-drum, prolong
The swelling trumpet's silver song,
And let the kindred accents pass

TO DOCTOR JAMES.
Thro' the horn's meandring brass.
Arise—The patriot Muse invites to war,

DEAR SIR,
And mounts Bellona's brazen car;

HAVING made an humble offering to him, withWhile Harnony, terrific maid ! Appears in martial pomp array'd:

out whose blessing your skill, admirable as it is,

would have been to no purpose, I think myself The sword, the target, and the lance She wields, and as she moves, exalts the Pyrrhic next acknowledgınents to you, who, under God,

bound by all the ties of gratitude, to render my dance, Trembles the Eartlt, resound the skies restored me to health from as violent and dan:

gerous a disorder, as perhaps ever man survived. Swift o'er the fleet, the camp slie flies With thunder in her voice and lightning inlereyes. just tribute, since this was the third time, that

And my thanks become more particularly your
The gallant warriors engage
Witb inextinguishable rage,

your judgment and medicines rescued me from And hearts unchill'd with fear;

the grave, permit me to say, in a manner almost

miraculous. Fame numbers all the chosen bands,

If it be meritorious to have investigated medi. Full in the front fair Vict'ry stands

cines for the cure of distempers, either overlookAnd Triumph crowns the rear.

ed or disregarded by all your predecessors, milCHORUS.

Tons yet unborn will celebrate the man, who The gallant warriors, &c. &c.

wrote the Medicinal Dictionary, and invented the Fever Powder.

Let such considerations as these, arm you with VIII.

constancy against the impotent attacks of those But hark the temple's hollow'd roof resounds, whose interest interferes with that of mankind; And Purcell lives along the solemn sounds- and let it not displease you to have those for your Mellifluous, yet manly too,

particular enemies, who are fues to the public He pours his strains along,

in general. As from the lion Sampson flew,

It is no wonder, indeed, that some of the reComes sweetness from the strong. tailers of medicines should zealously oppose Not like the soft Italian swains,

whatever might endanger their trade; but 'tis He trills the weak enervate strains, amazing that there should be any physicians

Where sense and music are at strife; mercenary and mean enough to pay their court His vigorous noies with meaning teem, to, and ingratiate themselves with, such perWith fire, with force explain the theme, sons, by the strongest efforts to prejudice the

And sing the subject into life. inventor of the Fever Powder at the expense of Attend—be sings Cecilia-matchless dame! honour, dignity, and conscience. Believe me

'Tis shemtis shea-fond to extend her faine, however, and let this be a part of your consolaOn the loud chords the notes conspire to stay, tion, that there are very few physicians in BriAnd sweetly swell into a long delay,

tain, who were born gentlemen, and whose for. And dwell delighted on her name.

tunes place them above such sordid dependen

cies, who do not think and speak of you, as I The virtuous partner of my nuptial bands,
do.

Appear'd a widow to my frantic sight;
I am, dear sir,

My little prattlers lifting up their han.is,
your most obliged,

Beckon me back to them, to life, and light; and most humble servant, I come, ye spotless sweets! I come again, C. SMART. Nor have your tears been shed, nor have ye knelt

in vain. Waex Israel's ruler' on the royal bed

All glory to th’ Eternal, to th' Immense,.
Io anguish and in perturbation lay,
The down reliev'd not his anointed head,

All glory to th’Omniscient and Good, [tense,

Whose powr's uncircumscrib'd, whose love's inAnd rest gave place to borrour and dismay. Fast dow'd the tears, high heav'd each gasping Except thro' him-thro' biin, who stands alone,

But yet whose justice ne'er could be withstood. sigh When God's own prophet thunder'd-Monarch, Of worth, of weight allow'd for all inankind

t'atone! thou must die. " And must I go,” th' illustrious mourner cry'd, He rais'd the lame, the lepers he made whole,

"Isho have serv'd thee still in faith and truth, He fix'd the palsied nerves of weak decay, Whose snow-white conscience no foul crime has He drove out Satan from the tortur'd soul, died

And to the blind gave or restor'd the day, From youth to manhood, infancy to youth, Nay more, -far more unequal'd pangs sustain'd, Like David, who bave still reverd thy word Till his lost fallen flock his taintless blood regain’d. The sovereign of myself and servant of the Lord!"

My feeble feet refus'd my body's weight, The judge Almighty heard his suppliant's moan, Nor wou'd my eyes admit the glorious light,

Repeal'd his sentence, and his health restor'd; My nerves convuls'd shook fearful of their fate, The beams of mercy on his temples shone, My mind lay open to the powers of night.

Shot from that Heaven to which his sighs had He pitying did a second birth bestow The Sun retreated : at his maker's nod [soar'd; | A birth of joy—not like the first of tears and woe. And miracles confirm the genuine work of God.

Ye strengthen'd feet, forth to his altar move; But, О immortals! What had I to plead [lance,

Quicken, ye new-strung nerves, th' enraptur'd When Death stood o'er me with his threatning

lyre; When reason left me in the time of need, Ye Heav'n-directed eyes, o'erflow with love;

And sense was lost in terrour or in trance, Glow, glow, my soul, with pure seraphic fire ; My sinking soul was with my blood inflam'd,

Deeds, thoughts, and words no more his mandates And the celestial imagesunk,defac'd and maim'd.

break,

But to his endless glory work, conceive, and I sent back memory, in heedful guise, To search the records of preceding years ;

speak. Home, like the raven to the ark3, she flies,

O ! penitence, to virtue near allied, Croaking bad tidings to my trembling ears: Thou can'st new joys e'en to the blest impart; O Sun, again that thy retreat was made,

The list'ning angels lay their harps aside And threw my follies back into the friendly To hear the music of thy contrite heart; shade!

And Heav'n itself wears a more radiant face,
But who are they, that bid affliction cease!- When charity presents thee to the throne of grace.

Redemption and forgiveness, heavenly sounds!
Eehold the dove that brings the branch of peace, Chief of metallic forms is regal golds;
Behold tbe balm that heals thegaping wounds

Of elements, the limpid fount that flows ;
Vengeance divine's by penitence supprest-

Give me 'mongst gems the brilliant to behold; She struggles with the angel, conquers, and is

O’er Flora's flock imperial is the rose: blest4.

Above all birds the sov'reign eagle soars;

And monarch of the field the lordly lion roars. Yet hold, presumption, nor too fondly climb,

And thoju too hold, O horrible despair ! What can with great Leviathan compare, in man humility's alone sublime,

Who takes bis pastime in the mighty main? Who diffidently hopes he's Christ's own care- What, like the Sun, shines thro'the realms of air, O all-sufficient Lamb! in death's dread hour And gilds and glorifies th' ethereal plain ? Thy merits who shall slight, or who can doubt Yet what are these to man, who bears the sway; thy power?

For all was made for him to serve and to But soul-rejoicing health again returns,

obey. The blood meanders gentle in each vein,

Thus in high Heaven charity is great, The lamp of life renewd with vigour burns,

Faith, hope, devotion hoid a lower place; And exil'd reason takes her seat again

Op her the cherubs and the seraphs wait, Brisk leaps the heart, the mind's at large once

Her, erery virtue courts, and every grace; more,

See ! on the right, close by th' Almighty's throne, To love, to praise, to bless, to wonder and adore.

In him she shines confest, who came to make 1 Hezekiah vi. Isaiah xxxviii.

her knowo. * Isaiah, chap. xxxviii. 3 Gen. viii, 7. 4 Gen. xxxii. 24, 25, 26, 27, 28.

s Pind. Olymp. 1.

ON THE

A CLAUSE OF

Deep-rooted in my heart then let her grow, Or what can thoughts (tho' wild of wing they roma

That for the past the future may atone; Thro' the vast concave of th' etherial round) That I may act what thou hast giv'n to know, If to the Heav'n of Hearens they'd wing their way

That I may live for thee and thee alone, Advent'rous, like the birds of wight they're lost, And justify those sweetest words from Heav'n, And delug'd in the flood of dazzling day. — “That he shall love thee most to whom thou'st May then the youthful, uninspired bard most forgiven."

Presume to hymn th' Eternal; may be soar
Where seraph, and where cherubin on bigh
Resound th’ unceasing plaudits, and with thera
In the grand chorus mix his feeble voice?

lie may—if thou, who from the witless babe ETERNITY OF THE SUPREME

Ordainest honour, glory, strength and praise,

Uplift th’unpinion'd Muse, and deign t'assist,
BEING,

Great Poet of the Universe, his song.
À POETICAL ESSAY.

Before this earthly planet wound her course
Round Light's perennial fountain, before Light
Herself 'gan shine, and at th' inspiring word
Shot to existence in a blaze of day,
Before “the morning-stars together sang"

And hail'd thee Architect of countless worlds
MR. SEATON'S WILL,

Thou art—all glorious, all-beneficent,

All wisdom and omnipotence thou art.
Dated Oct. 8, 1738.

But is the era of ereation fix'd I give my Kislingbury estate to the university As when these worlds began Cou'd aught retard of Cambridge for ever: the rents of which shall Goodness, that knows no bounds, from blessing be disposed of yearly by the vice-chancellor for Or keep th' immense Artificer in sloth ?

(ever, the time being, as he the vice-chancellor, the Avaunt the dust-directed crawling thought, master of Clare-Hall, and the Greek professor That puissance immeasurably vast, for the time being, or any tivo of them, shall And bounty inconceivable cou'd rest agree. Which three persons aforesaid shall give Content, exhausted with one week of actionout a subject, which subject shall for the first Nomin tlı' exertion of thy righteous pow'r, year be one or other of the perfections or attri- Ten thousand times more active than the Sun, butes of the Supreme Being, and so the suc- Thou reign'd, and with a mighty hand compos'd ceeding years, till the subject is exhausted; and Systems innumerable, matcbless all, afterwards the subject shall be either Death, | All stampt with thine uncounterfeited seal. Judgment, Heaven, Hell, Purity of Heart, &c. But yet (if still to more stupendous heights or whatever else may be judged by the vice- The Muse unblam'd her aching sense may strain) chancellor, master of Clare-Hail, and Greek Perhaps wrapt up in contemplation deep, professor to be most conducive to the honour of The best of beings on the noblest theme the Supreme Being and recommendation of vir- Might ruminate at leisure, seope immense tue. And they shall yearly dispose of the rent

Th' eternal Pow'r and Godhead to explore, of the above estate to that master of arts, whose And with itself th' omniscient mind replete. poem on the subject given shall be best approved This were enough to fill the boundless All, by them. Which poem I ordain to be always in ( This were a sabbath worthy the Supreme ! English, and to be printed, the expeuse of Perhaps enthron'd amidst a choicer few, which shall be deducted out of the product of Of sp'rits inferior, he might greatly plan the estate, and the residue given as a reward for The two prime pillars of the universe, the composer of the poem, or ode, or copy of Creation and Redemption—and a while

Pause--with the grand presentiments of glory.

Perbaps--but all's conjecture here below, WE the underwritten, do assign Mr. Sea

All ignorance, and self-plum'd vanityton's reward to C. Smart, M. A. for this

O thou, whose ways to wonder at's distrust, poem on The Eternity of the Sapreme Being Whom to describe's presumption (all we can, and direct the said poem to be printed, accord

And all we may) be glorified, be prais'd. ing to the tenor of the will.

A day shall come when all this Earth shall peEDM. Keene, vice-chancellor.

rish,
J. Wilcox, master of Clare-Hall. | Nor leave behind er'n Chaos; it shall come
March 25, 1750.

When all the armies of the elements
Shall war against themselves, and mutual rage

To make perdition triumph; it shall come,
Hall, wond'rous Being, who in pow'r supreme When the capacious atmosphere above
Exists from everlasting, whose grcat name

Shall in sulphureous thunders groan, and die, Deep in the human heart, and every atom, And vanish into void; the Earth beneath The air, the earth or azure main contains,

Shall sever in the centre, and devour In un lecypher'd characters is wrote

Th' eporinous blaze of the destructive flames, Incomprehensible!-( what can words,

Ye rocks, that mock the raving of the floods, The weak interpreters of mortal thoughts,

And proudly frown upon th’impatient deep,

Where is your grandeur now » Ye foaming waves, o Luke vii. 41, 42, 43.

That all along th' immense Atlantic roar,

verses.

ON THE

A CLAUSE OF

In sain ve seell; will a few drops suffice View him with fearful love; let truth pronounce, To qnench the inextinguishable fire?

And adoration on her bended knee Ye mountains, on whose cloud-crown'd tops the Witb Hear'n directed hands confess his reign, cedars

And let th' angelic, archangelic band Are lessen d into shrubs, magnific piles,

With all the hosts of Heav'n, cherubic forms,
That prop the painted chambers of the Heav'ns And forms seraphic, with their silver trumps
And fix the Earth continual; Athos, where: And golden Tyres attend:-“ For thou art holy,
Where, Tenerif's thy stateliness to day? For thou art one, th' Eternal, who alone
What, Ætna, are thy flames to these? ---No more Exerts all goodness, and transcends all praise."
Than the poor glow-worm to the golden Sun.

Nor shall the verdant vallies then remain
Safe in their meek submission ; they the debt
Of pature and of justice too must pay.
Yet I must weep for you, ye rival fair,

IMYENSITY OF THE SUPREME
Amo and Andalusia ; but for thee
More largely and with filial tears must weep,

BEING,
O Albion, O my country; thou must join,
In rain dissever'd from the rest, must join

A POETICAL ESSAY.
The terrours of th' inevitable ruin.

Nor thon, illustrious monarch of the day;
Vor thou, fair queen of night; nor you, ye stars,
Tho' million leagues and million still remote,

MR. SEATON'S WILL,
Shall yet survive that day; ye must submit
Sharers, not bright spectators of the scene.

Dated Oct. 8. 1738.
But tho' the Earth shall to the centre perish,
Nor leare bebind er'n Chaos; tho' the air

I give my Kislingbury estate to the university With all the elements must pass away,

of Cambridge for ever: the rents of which shall Vain as an ideot's dream; tho' the huge rocks,

be disposed of yearly by the vice-chancellor That brandish the tall cedars on their tops,

for the time being, as he the vice-chancellor, With bumbler vales must to perdition yield;

the master of Clare-Hall, and the Greek profesTho' the gilt Sun, and silver-tressed Moon

sor for the time being, or any two of them shall With all ber bright retinue, must be lost;

agree. Which three persons aforesaid shall give Yet thou, Great Father of the world, surviv'st

out a subject, which subject shall for the first Eternal, as thou wert: yet still survives

year be one or other of the perfections or attriThe soul of man immortal, perfect now,

butes of the Supreme Being, and so the succeedAnd candidate for unexpiring joys.

ing years, till the subject is exhausted; and He comes ! He comes! the awful trump I hear;

afterwards the subject shall be either Death, The flaming sword's intolerable blaze

Judgment, Heaven, Bell, Purity of Heart, &c. I see ; He comes! th' archangel from above.

or whatever else may be judged by the vice“ Arise, ye tenants of the silent grave,

chancellor, master of Clare-Hall, and Greek Awake incorruptible and arise;

professor to be most conducive to the honour of From east to west, from the antarctic pole

the Supreme Being and recommendation of vir

tue. To regions hyperborean, all ye sons,

And they shall yearly dispose of the rent

of the above estate to that master of arts, whose Ye sons of Adam, and ye heirs of Heav'nArise, ye tenants of the silent grave,

poem on the subject given shall be best approved Awake incorruptible and arise.”

by them. Which poem I ordain to be always in Tis then, nor sooner, that the restless mind

English, and to be printed; the expense of

which shall be deducted out of the product of Shall find itself at home; and like the ark

the estate, and the residue given as a reward for Fix'd on the mountain-top, shall look aloft O'er the vague passage of precarious life;

the composer of the poem, or ode, or copy of And, winds and waves and rocks and tempests past,

WE the underwritten do assign Mr. Sea. Enjoy the everlasting calm of Heav'n:

ton's

to C. Smart, M. A. for his 'Tis then, nor sooner, that the deathless soul poem on The Immensity of the Supreme BeShall justly know its nature and its rise:

ing, and direct the said poem to be printed, 'Tis then the human tongue new-tun'd shall give according to the tenor of the will. Praises more worthy the eternal ear.

Edm. Keene, vice-chancellor. Yet what we can, we ought;—and therefore,

J. Wilcox, master of Clare-Hall. thou, Purge thou my heart, Omnipotent and good ! April 20, 1751. Parze thou my heart with hyssop, lest like Cain I offer fruitless sacrifice, with gifts Offend, and not propitiate the Ador'd.

Once more I dare to rouse the sounding string, Tho'gratitude were bless'd with all the pow'rs The poet of my God-Awake my glory, Her bursting heart cou'd long for, thu' the swift, Awake my lute and harp—nyself shall wake, The firy-wing'd imagination soard

Soon as the stately night-exploring bird Beyond ambition's wish-yet all were rain In lively lay sings welcome to the dawn. To speak him as he is, who is INEFFABLE.

List ye! how Nature with ten thousand tongues Yet still let reason thro' the eye of taith Begins the grand thanksgiving. Hail, all hail,

verses.

reward

Ye tenants of the forest and the Seld!

Of kindred jasper-Nature in them both My fellow subjects of th'eternal King,

Delights to play the mimic 'op herself; I gladly join your matins, and with you

And in their veins she oft pourtrays the forms Confess his presence, and report his praise. Of leaning hills, of trees erect, and streams

O thou, who or the lambkin, or the dove, Now stealing softly on, now thund'ring down When offer'd by the lowly, meek, and poor, In desperate cascade, with flow'rs and beasts Prefer`st to pride's whole hecatomb, accept And all the living landscape of the vale. This mean essay, por from thy treasure-house In vain thy pencil, Claudio, or Poussin, Of Glory' immense, the orphan's might exclude. Or thine, immortal Guido, wou'd essay

What tho'th'Almighty's regal throne be rais'd Such skill to imitate, it is the hand High o'er yon azure Heav'n's exalted dome Of God bimself for God himself is there. By mortal eye upken'd—where East nor West Hence with th' ascending springs let me adNor South, por blust'ring North bas breath to

vance, blow;

Thro' beds of magnets, minerals and spar, Albeit he there with angels, and with saints Up to the mountain's summit, there t’indulge Hold conference, and to his radiant host

Th' ambition of the compreheusive eye, Ev'n face to face stand visibly confest:

That dares to call th' horizon all her own. Yet know that nor in presence or in pow'r Behold the forest, and th' expansive verdure Shines he less perfect here; 'tis man's dim eye Of yonder level lawn, whose smooth-shorn sod That makes th' obscurity. He is the sa!ne, No object interrupts, unless the oak Alike in all his universe the same.

His lordly head uprears, and branching arms Whether the mind along the spangled sky Extends-behold in regal solitude, Measure her pathless walk, studious to view And pastoral magnificence he stands Thy works of vaster fabric, where the planets So simple! and so great! the under-wood Weave their harmonious rounds, their march di- Of meaner rank an awful distance keep. recting

Yet thou art there, yet God himself is there, Still faithful, still inconstant to the Sun; Ev'n on the bush (tho' pot as when to Moses Or where the comet thro' space infinite

He shone in burning majesty reveald) (Tho' whirling worlds oppose, and globes of fire) Nathless conspicuous in the linnet's throat Darts, like a javelin, to his destin'd goal.

Is his unbounded goodness—Thee her Maker, Or where in Heav'n above the Heav'n of Heav'ns Thee her Preserver chants she in her song; Burn brighter suns, and goodlier planets roll While the all emulative vocal tribe With satellites more glorious—Thou art there. The grateful lesson learn—no other voice

Or whether on the Ocean's hoist'rous back Is heard, no other sound-for in attention Thou ride triumphant, and with out-stretch'd Buried, ev'n babbling Echo holds her peace.

Now from the plains, where th' unbounded Curb the wild winds and discipline the billows,

prospect
The suppliant sailor finds thee there, bis chief, Gives liberty her utmost scope to range,
His only help—when thou rebuk'st the storm- Turn we to yon enclosures, where appears
It ceases—and the vessel gently glides

Chequer'd variety in all her forms,
Along the glassy level of the calm.

Which the vague mind attract and still suspend Oh! cou'd I search the bosom of the sea, With sweet perplexity. What are yon tow'rs Down the great depth descending; there thy The work of lab'ring inan and clumsy art works

Seen with the ring-dove's nest--on that tall beech Wou'd also speak thy residence; and there Her pensile house the feather'd artist buildsWou'd I thy servant, like thy still profound, The rocking winds molest her not; for see, Astonish'd into silence muse thy praise !

With such due poise the wond'rous fabric's himg, Behold! behold! th' unplanted garden round That, like the compass in the bark, it keeps Of vegetable coral, sea-flow'rs gay,

True to itself and stedfast ey'n in storms. And shrubs, with amber, from the pearl-pav'd | Thou ideot, that assertst there is no God, bottom

View and be dumb foreverRise richly varied, where the finny race

Go bid Vitruvious or Palladio build In blithe security their gambols play:

The bee bis mansion, or the ant her caveWhile high above their beads Leviathan

Go call Correggio, or let Titian come [cherry The terrour and the glory of the main

To paint the hawthorn's bloom, or teach the His pastime takes with transport, proud to see To blush with just vermilian-hence awayThe ocean's vast dominion all his own).

Hence ye prophane! for God himself is here. Hence thro' the genial bowels of the Earth Vain were th' attempt, and impious to trace Easy may fancy pass; till at thy mines,

Thro' all bis works th’ Artificer divineGani, or Raolconda, she arrive,

And thoror shining sun, nor twinkling star And from the adamant's imperial blaze

Bedeck'i the crimson curtains of the sky; Forin weak ideas of her maker's glory.

Tho' neither vegetable, beast, nor bird Next to Pegu or Ceylon let me rove,

Were extant on the surface of this ball, Where the rich ruby (deem'd by sages old Nor lurking gem beneath ; tho' the great sea Of sovereign virtue) sparkles ev'n like Sirius Slept in profound stagnation, and the air And blushes into flames. Thence will I go Flad left no thunder to pronounce its maker; To undermine the treasure-fertile womb

Yet man at home, within himself, might find Of the huge Pyrenean, to detect

The Deity immense, and in that frame The agate and the deep-jntrench'd gem

So fearfully, so wonderfully made,

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