But I'll retire beneath the cross :

Saviour, at thy dear feet I lie;

And the keen fword that juftice draws,
Flaming and red, fhall pass me by.

Seeking a divine Calm in a restless World.

"O Mens, quæ ftabili fata Regis vice, &c." Cafimire, Book III. Od. 28.

ETERNAL mind, who rul'ft the fates

Of dying realms, and rifing ftates,

With one unchang'd decree;

While we admire thy vaft affairs,

Say, can our little trifling cares

Afford a fimile to thee?

Thou fcattereft honours, crowns, and gold :
We fly to feize, and fight to hold

The bubbles and the oar:
So emmets ftruggle for a grain;
So boys their petty wars maintain
For fhells upon the shore.

Here a vain man his fceptre breaks,
The next a broken fceptre takes,
And warriors win and lofe;

This rolling world will never stand,

Plunder'd and fnatch'd from hand to hand,

As power decays or grows.

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Earth's

Earth's but an atom: Greedy fwords
Carve it amongst a thousand lords,
And yet they can't agree :

Let greedy fwords ftill fight and flay,
I can be poor; but, Lord, I pray
To fit and finile with thee.

HAPPY FRAILT Y.

"HOW meanly dwells th' immortal mind !

"How vile thefe bodies are!

Why was a clod of earth design'd "T'enclose a heavenly star?

"Weak cottage where our fouls refide!

"This flesh a tottering wall;

"With frightful breaches gaping wide "The building bends to fall.

"All round it storms of trouble blow,

"And waves of forrow roll;

"Cold waves and winter ftorms beat through,

“And pain the tenant-soul.

"Alas! how frail our state !" faid I:

And thus went mourning on,

Till fudden from the cleaving fky
A gleam of glory fhone.

My foul all felt the glory come,
And breath'd her native air;

Then the remember'd heaven her home,

And the a prifoner here.

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Straight

Straight fhe began to change her key,

And joyful in her pains,

She fung the frailty of her clay

In pleafurable ftrains.

"How weak the prifon is where I dwell! "Flesh but a tottering wall,

"The breaches chearfully foretel,
"The house must shortly fall.

"No more, my friends, fhall I complain,
"Though all my heart-ftrings ake;
"Welcome disease, and every pain,

"That makes the cottage fhake.

"Now let the tempeft blow all round, "Now fwell the furges high,

"And beat this houfe of bondage down, "To let the ftranger fly.

"I have a manfion built above

"By the Eternal Hand;

"And thould the earth's old bafis move, "My heavenly houfe muft ftand.

"Yes, for 'tis there my Saviour reigns, "(I long to fee the God)

"And his immortal strength fuftains "The courts that coft him blood."

Hark, from on high my Saviour calls: "I come, my Lord, my Love :" Devotion breaks the prifon-walls,

And fpeeds my last remove.

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LAUN

LAUNCHING into ETERNITY.

was a brave attempt! adventurous Ke,
Who in the first fhip broke the unknown iea:
And, leaving his dear native fhores behind,
Trufted his life to the licentious wind.
I fee the furging brine: the tempeft raves :
He on a pine-plank rides across the waves,
Exulting on the edge of thoufand gaping graves:
He fteers the winged boat, and fhifts the fails,
Conquers the flood, and manages the gales.

Such is the foul that leaves this mortal land
Fearless when the great mafter gives command.
Death is the ftorm: She fmiles to hear it roar,
And bids the tempeft waft her from the shore :
Then with a skilful helm fhe fweeps the feas,
And manages the raging storm with ease;
(Her faith can govern death) fhe spreads her wings
Wide to the wind, and as the fails the fings,
And lofes by degrees the fight of mortal things.
As the fhores leffen, fo her joys arife,
The waves roll gentler, and the tempeft dies,
Now vaft eternity fills all her fight,

She floats on the broad deep with infinite delight,
The feas for ever calm, the fkies for ever bright.

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A Profpect of the RESURRECTION.

HOW long hall death the tyrant reign

And triumph o'er the just,

While the rich blood of martyrs flain
Lies mingled with the dust?

When shall the tedious night be gone?
When will our Lord appear?
Our fond defires would pray him down,
Our love embrace him here.

Let faith arife, and climb the hills,
And from afar defcry

How diftant are his chariot-wheels,
And tell how fast they fly.

Lo, I behold the feattering fhades,
The dawn of heaven appears,
The fweet immortal morning spreads
Its blufhes round the fpheres.

I fee the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around:
The fkies divide, to make him room,
The trumpet shakes the ground.

I hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise !"
And lo, the graves obey,

And waking faints with joyful eyes
Salute th' expected day.

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