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The day was mingled with the night,
And scatter'd dreadful light;
came) Chid the slow tempest, and the lagging flame.
Sinai receiv'd his glorious flight,
Did the wing'd chariot light,
Lo, it mounts in curling waves,
Lo, the gloomy pride out-braves The stately pyramids of fire;
The pyramids to Heaven aspire, And mix with stars, but see their gloomy offspring
higher. So have you seen ungrateful ivy grow Round the tall oak that six score years has stood,
And proudly shoot a leaf or two Above its kind supporter's utmost bough, And glory there to stand the loftiest of the wood.
Forbear, young Muse, forbear;
Are vain and useless here;
With Sinai be compar’d,
Or learned Rome has heard ;
Ætna the torch of Sicily;
Not half so high
Her lightnings fly,
Behold the sacred hill: its trembling spire
Stagger and reel under the Almighty weight; Press'd with a greater than feign'd Atlas' load, Deep groan’d the mount; it never bore Infinity
before, It bow'd, and shook beneath the burden of a God, Fresh horrors seize the camp; despair, And dying grbans, torment the air, And shrieks, and swoons, and deaths were there ; The bellowing thunder and the lightning's blaze
Spread through the host a wild amaze ;
Confus'd and dismal were the cries,
His shivering and surprise :
Hark! from the centre of the flame,
All arm’d and feather'd with the same, Majestic sounds break through the smoky cloud:
Sent from the All-creating tongue,'
A flight of cherubs guard the words along, And bear their fiery law to the retreating crowd.
I am the Lord: 'tis I proclaim
Thy God and King : 'twas I, that broke
And thine the duty to fulfil. · Adore no God beside me, to provoke mine eyes ; Nor worship me in shapes and forms that men
devise; With reverence use my name, nor turn my words
to jest ; Observe my sabbath well, nor dare profane my rest; Honour, and due obedience to thy parents give; Nor spill the guiltless blood, nor let the guilty live: Preserve thy body chaste, and flee the’unlawful bed; Nor steal thy neighbour's gold, his garment, or his
bread; Forbear to blast his name with falsehood, or deceit, Nor let thy wishes loose upon his large estate.'
REMEMBER YOUR CREATOR, &c.
CHILDREN, to your Creator, God,
Your early honours pay, While vanity and youthful blood
Would tempt your thoughts astray.
The memory of his mighty name
Demands your first regard :
Till you have loy'd the Lord.
Be wise, and make his favour sure,
Before the mournful days, When youth and mirth are known no more,
And life and strength decays,
No more the blessings of a feast
Shall relish on the tongue, The heavy ear forgets to taste
The pleasure of a song.
Old age, with all her dismal train,
Invades your golden years
And death that never spares.
What will ye do when light departs,
And leaves your withering eyes, Without one beam to cheer your hearts,
From the superior skies?
How will you meet God's frowning brow,
Or stand before his seat,
Nor bear their tottering weight?
Can you expect your feeble arms
Shall make a strong defence, When death, with terrible alarms,
Summons 'the prisoner hence?
The silver bands of nature burst,
And let the building fall;
Its vile original.
Laden with guilt, (a heavy load)
Uncleans'd and unforgiv'n.
To be shut out from Heaven.
SUN, MOON, AND STARS,
PRAISE YE THE LORD.
FAIREST of all the lights above,
Thou sun, whose beams adorn the spheres, And with unwearied swiftness move,
To form the circles of our years ;
Praise the Creator of the skies,
That dress'd thine orb in golden rays : Or may the sun forget to rise,
If he forget his Maker's praise.
Thou reigning beauty of the night,
Fair queen of silence, silver moon, Whose gentle beams, and borrow'd light,
Are softer rivals of the noon;
Arise, and to that Sovereign Power
Waxing and waning honours pay, Who bid thee rule the dusky hour,
And half supply the absent day.
Ye twinkling stars, who guild the skies
When darkness has its curtains drawn, Who keep your watch, with wakeful eyes,
When business, cares, and day are gone :