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Go you that rest upon the law,
And toil, and seek salvation there; Look to the flames that Moses saw,
And shrink, and tremble, and despair.
But I'll retire beneath the cross,
Saviour at thy dear feet I lie;
Flaming and red, shall pass me by.
SEEKING A DIVINE CALM
IN A RESTLESS WORLD,
O Mens, quæ stabili fata Regis vice, &.c.
Casimir, Book III. Od. 28.
ETERNAL Mind, who rul'st the fates
With one unchang’d decree;
Afford a smile to thee?
Thou scatterest honours, crowns, and gold ;
The bubbles and the ore :
For shells upon the shore,
Here a vain man his sceptre breaks,
And warriors win and lose ;
As power decays or grows.
Earth's but an atom : greedy swords
And yet they can't agree:
To sit and smile with thee.
• How meanly dwells the immortal mind!
How vile these bodies are ! Why was a clod of earth design'd
To'inclose a heavenly star?
Weak cottage where our souls reside!
This flesh a tottering wall;
The building bends to fall,
All round it storms of trouble blow,
And waves of sorrow roll; Cold waves and winter storms beat through,
And pain the tenant-soul.
* Alas! how frail our state!' said I,
And thus went mourning on,
A gleam of glory shone.
My soul felt all the glory come,
And breath'd her native air; Then she remember'd Heaven her home,
And she a prisoner here.
Straight she began to change her key,
And joyful in her pains,
In pleasurable strains.
How weak the prison where I dwell !
Flesh but a tottering wall, The breaches certainly foretel
The house must shortly fall.
No more, my friends, shall I complain,
Though all my heart-strings ache; Welcome disease, and every pain,
That makes the cottage shake.
*Now let the tempest blow all round,
Now swell the surges high ;
To let the stranger fly.
I have a mansion built above
By the Eternal hand;
My heavenly house must stand.
“Yes, for 'tis there my Saviour reigns,
(I long to see the God) And his immortal strength sustains
The courts that cost him blood.'
Hark! from on high my Saviour calls:
'I come, my Lord, my love :' Devotion breaks the prison-walls,
And speeds my last remove.
LAUNCHING INTO ETERNITY.
It was a brave attempt! adventrous he,
2 He on the pine-plank rides across the waves, Exulting on the edge of thousand gaping graves : He steers the winged boat, and shifts the sails, Conquers the flood, and manages the gales.
Such is the soul that leaves this mortal land, Fearless when the great Master gives command. Death is the storm : she smiles to hear it roar, And bids the tempest waft her from the shore: Then with a skilful helm she sweeps the seas, And manages the raging storm with ease; (Her faith can govern death)she spreads her wings Wide to the wind, and as she sails she sings, And loses by degrees the sight of mortal things.
As the shores lessen, so her joys arise,
A PROSPECT OF THE RESURRECTION.
How long shall Death the tyrant reign,
And triumph o'er the just?
Lies mingled with the dust?
When shall the tedious night be gone?
When will our Lord appear?
Our love embrace him here.
Let faith arise and climb the hills,
And from afar descry
And tell how fast they fly.
Lo, I behold the scattering shades,
The dawn of Heaven appears,
Its blushes round the spheres.
I see the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around :
The trumpet shakes the ground.