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In vain, in vain, alas ! seduc'd by ill,
And acted wildly by the force of will !
I tell my soul, it will be constant May,
And charm a season never made to itay ;
My beauteous arbour will not stand a storm,
The world but promises, and can't perform :
Then fade, ye leaves; and wither, all ye flowers,
I'll doat no longer in enchanted bowers;
But sadly mourn, in melancholy song,
The vain conceits that held my soul so long.
The lusts that tempt us with delusive show,
And sin brought forth for everlasting woe.
Thus fhall the notes to Sorrow's object rise,
While frequent rests procure a place for fighs;
And, as I moan upon the naked plain,
Be this the burthen closing every strain :
Return, my senses; range no more abroad;
He 'll only find his bliss who seeks for God.

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THE fleeting joys, which all affords below,

Work the fond heart with unperforming show; The wish that makes our happier life compleat, Nor grasps the wealth nor honours of the great ; Nor loosely fails on Pleasure's easy stream, Nor gathers wreaths from all the groves of fame ; Weak man, whose charms to these alone confine, Attend my prayer, and learn to make it thine.

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From thy rich throne, where circling trains of light
Make day that 's endless, infinitely bright;
Thence, heavenly Father! thence with mercy dart
One beam of brightness to my longing heart.
Dawn through the mind, drive Error's clouds away,
And still the rage in Paffion's troubled sea;
That the poor banish'd soul, serene and free,
May rise from earth, to visit heaven and thee :

Come, Peace divine ! Thed gently from above,
Inspire my willing botom, wondrous Love;
Thy purpled pinions to my shoulders tye,
And point the passage where I want to fly.

But whither, whither now! what powerful fire
With this bless”d influence equals my deíire ?
Irise (or Love, the kind deluder, reigns,
And acts in fancy fuch enchanted scenes);
Earth lefiening flies, the parting skies retreat,
The fleecy clouds my waving feathers beat ;
And now the sun and now the stars are gone,
Yet still methinks the spirit, bears me on,
Where tracts of æther

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blue display,
And edge the golden realm of native day.

Oh, Atrange enjoyment of a bliss unseen!
Oh, ravishment! Oh, sacred

within !
"Tumultuous pleafure, rais d.on peace of mind,
Sincere, .excessive, from the world refin'd!
I see the light that veils the throne on high,
A light unpierc'd by man's impurer eye;
I hear the words, that iffuing thence proclaim,
Let God's attendants praise his autul name !"
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Then heads unnumber'd bend before the shrine,
Mysterious seat of Majesty divine !
And hands unnumber'd strike the silver string,
And tongues, unnumber'd Hallelujah sing.
See, where the thining Seraphims appear,
And sink their decent eyes with holy fear.
See fights of angels all their feathers raise,
And range the orbs, and, as they range, they praife;
Behold the great Apostles! sweetly met,
And high on pearls of azure æther set.
Behold the Prophets, full of heavenly fire,
With wandering finger wake the trembling lyre ;
And hear the Martyrs' tune, and all around
The church triumphant makes the region found.
With harps of gold, with bows of ever-grcen,
With robes of white, the pious throngs are feen ;
Exalted anthems all their hours employ,
And all is musick, and excess of joy.

Charm'd with the fight, I long to bear a part;
The pleasure flutters at my ravish'd heart.
Sweet saints and angels of the heavenly choir,
If love has warm'd you with celestial fire,
Allist my words, and, as they move along,
With Hallelujahs crown the burthen'd song.

Father of all above, and all below,

great, and far beyond expression fo; No bounds thy knowledge, none thy power confine, For power and knowledge in their source are thine ; Around thee glory spreads her golden wing : Sing, glittering angels, Hallelujah fing.

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Son of the Father, first-begotten Song
Ere the short measuring line of time begun,
The world has seen thy works, and joy'd to see
The bright effulgence manifest in thee.
The world must own thee Love's unfathom'd spring;
Sing, glittering angels, Hallelujah fing-
Proceeding Spirit, equally divine,
In whom the Godhead's full perfections thine,
With various graces, comforts unexpress’d,
With holy transports you refine the breast ;
And earth is heavenly where your gifts you bring,
Sing, glittering angels, Hallelujah fing,

But where: 's my rapture, where my wondrous heat,
What interruption makes my bliss retreat ?
This world 's got in, the thoughts of t'other 's-croft,
And the gay picture 's in my fancy loft.
With what an eager zeal the conscious-soul
Would claim its seat, and, foaring, pass the pole !
But our attempts these chains of earth restrain,
Deride our toil, and drag us down again.
So from the ground aspiring, meteors go,
And, rank’d with planets, light the world below;
But their own bodies sink them in the sky,
When the warmth 's gone that taught them how to fly.

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HOLY Jefus! God of Love!

Look with pity from above
Shed the precious purple tide
From thine hands, thy feet, thy side ;
Let thy streams of comfort roll,
Let them please and fill my

soul.
Let me thus for ever be
Full of gladness, full of thee.
This, for which my wishes pine,
Is the cup of love divine ;
Sweet affections flow from hence,
Sweet, above the joys of sense ;
Blessed philtre! how we find
Its facred worships ! how the mind,
Of all the world forgetful grown,
Can despise an earthly throne ;
Raife its thoughts to realms above,
Think of God, and fing of love.

I.ore celestial, wondrous heat,
O, beyond expreffion great!
What refiftless charms were thine,
In thy good, thy best design!

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