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Without bis aid I have no sure defence,
Fast here, and never wanders hence,
Infinite Truth! the life of my desires,
But never tir'd of telling thee,
Speak to my soul, alone, no other hand
Creatures be dumb at his command,
Retire, my soul, within thyself retire,
My knowledge now on wheels of fire
The Lord grows lavish of his heavenly light,
She dives into the infinite,
PRONOUNCE him bless'd, my Muse, whom Wisdom
guides In her own path to her own heavenly seat; Through all the storms his soul securely glides,
Nor can the tempests, nor the tides, That rise and roar around, supplant his steady feet.
Earth, you may let your golden arrows fly,
He smiles, and sees them vainly try
Our head-strong lusts, like a young fiery horse,
Checks their career, and turns and guides them, And bids his reason bridle their licentious force.
Lord of himself, he rules his wildest thoughts,
Nor can he think, nor can he find
But oh! 'tis mighty toil to reach this height,
To bear the noble pain, and part [heart! With those dear charming tempters rooted in the
'Tis hard to stand when all the passions move,
That clings so close about our minds, [finds.
A while to be a tenant here,
Heaven is my home, and I must use my wings;
And all their little glittering things ;
Loos'd from the earth, my heart is upward flown: Farewell, my friends, and all that once was mine ; Nor, should you fix my feet on Cæsar's throne,
Crown me, and call the world my own, The gold that binds my brows could ne'er my soul
I am the Lord's, and Jesus is my love;
And nearer to my Saviour move; [spire.
His glory is my great design,
SONG TO CREATING WISDOM. .
ETERNAL Wisdom, thee we praise,
Thee the creation sings; With thy loud name, rocks, hills, and seas,
And Heaven's high palace rings.
Place me on the bright wings of day,
To travel with the sun ;
The wonders thou hast done?
Thy hand how wide it spread the sky,
How glorious to behold!
And starr'd with sparkling gold.
There thou hast bid the globes of light
Their endless circles run;
And day obeys the sun.
DowNWARD I turn my wond'ring eyes
On clouds and storms below, Those under regions of the skies
Thy numerous glories show.
The noisy winds stand ready there
'Thy orders to obey, With sounding wings they sweep the air,
To make thy chariot way. There, like a trumpet, loud and strong,
Thy thunder shakes ou coast : While the red lightniy g's wave along,
The banners of thine host.
On the thin air, without a prop,
Hang fruitful showers around:
Their fatness on the ground.
Now to the earth I bend my song,
And cast my eyes abroad, Glancing the British isles alongi
Bless'd isles confess your God.
How did his wondrous skill array
Your fields in charming green; A thousand herbs his art display,
A thousand flowers between!
Tall oaks for future navies grow,
Fair Albion's best defence,
Those luxuries of sense.
The bleating flocks his pasture feeds :
And herds of larger size, l'hat bellow through the Lindian meads,
His bounteous hand supplies.