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Son of the Father, firft-begotten Son,
Ere the fhort measuring line of time begun,

The world has feen thy works, and joy'd to fee

The bright effulgence manifeft in thee.

The world muft own thee Love's unfathom'd fpring;
Sing, glittering angels, Hallelujah fing.

Proceeding Spirit, equally divine,

In whom the Godhead's full perfections shine,
With various graces, comforts unexprefs'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 blifs retreat?"

This world 's got in, the thoughts of t' other's croft,
And the gay picture 's in my fancy lost.

With what an eager zeal the confcious foul
Would claim its feat, and, foaring, pafs the pole !'

But our attempts thefe chains of earth reftrain,
Deride our toil, and drag us down again.
So from the ground afpiring meteors go,

And, rank'd with planets, light the world below;
But their own bodies fink them in the sky,

When the warmth 's gone that taught them how to fly..

ON DIVINE LOVE,

BY MEDITATING

ON

THE WOUNDS OF CHRIST.

H

OLY Jefus! God of Love!

Look with pity from above

Shed the precious purple tide
From thine hands, thy feet, thy fide
Let thy ftreams of comfort roll,
Let them please and fill my foul.
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 fenfe ;
Bleffed 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.
Love celeftial, wondrous heat,
O, beyond expreffion great!
What refiftlefs charms were thine,
In thy good, thy best design !

When

When God was hated, Sin obey'd,

And man undone without thy aid,
From the feats of endless peace

They brought the Son, the Lord of Grace;
They taught him to receive a birth,

To cloath in flesh, to live on earth;
And after, lifted him on high,
And taught him on the cross to die.
Love celeftial, ardent fire,
O, extreme of fweet defire!
Spread thy brightly raging flame
Through and over all my frame;
Let it warm me, let it burn,
Let my corpfe to ashes turn;
And, might thy flame thus act with me
To fet the foul from body free,

I next would use thy wings, and fly
To meet my Jefus in the sky.

ON QUEEN ANNE'S PEACE.

M

(Written in December, 1712 *.)

OTHER of Plenty, daughter of the skies, Sweet Peace, the troubled world's defire, arife; Around thy Poet weave thy fummer shades, Within my fancy fpread thy flowery meads;

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Amongst

*This Poem received feveral corrections, in confequence of hints from Lord Bolingbroke and Dr. Swift. See the Dean's " Journal to Stella," Dec. 22, 1712; Jan. 31, and Feb, 19, 1712-13. N.

Amongst thy train soft Ease and Pleasure bring,
And thus indulgent footh me whilst I fing.
Great Anna claims the fong; no brighter name
Adorns the lift of never-dying fame;

No fairer foul was ever form'd above;

None e'er was more the grateful nation's love,
Nor lov'd the nation more. I fly with speed
To fing fuch lines as Bolingbroke may read,.
On war difpers'd, on faction trampled down,
On all the peaceful glories of the crown.
And, if I fail in too confin'd a flight,
May the kind world upon my labours write,
"So fell the lines which ftrove for endless fame,
"Yet fell, attempting on the nobleft theme."

Now twelve revolving years has Britain stood,
With lofs of wealth, and vaft expence of blood,
Europa's guardian; ftill her gallant arms
Secured Europa from impending harms.
Fair honour, full fuccefs, and just applause,
Purfued her marches, and adorn'd her caufe;
Whilft Gaul, afpiring to erect a throne
O'er other empires, trembled for her own;
Bemoan'd her cities won, her armies flain,
And funk the thought of universal reign.

When thus reduc'd the world's invaders lie, The fears which rack'd the nations justly die: Power finds its balance, giddy motions cease In both the fcales, and each inclines to peace. This fair occafion Providence prepares, To answer pious Anna's hourly prayers,

Which still on warm Devotion's wings arofe,
And, reaching heaven, obtain'd the world's repofe.
Within the vast expansion of the sky,.
Where orbs of gold in fields of azure lie,
A glorious palace fhines, whofe filver ray,
Serenely flowing, lights the milky way;
The road of angels. Here, with speedy care,
The fummon'd guardians of the world repair.
When Britain's Angel, on the message sent,
Speaks Anna's prayers, and Heaven's fupreme intent;:
That war's deftructive arm fhould humble Gaul,
Spain's parted realms to different monarchs fall;
The grand alliance crown'd with glory cease,
And joyful Europe find the sweets of
He fpoke: the fmiling hopes of man's repofe,.
The joy that fprings from certain hopes arose,
Diffufive o'er the place; complacent airs,
Sedately sweet, were heard within the spheres;
And, bowing, all adore the fovereign mind,
And fly to execute the work defign'd.

peace.

This done, the Guardian on the wing repairs,
Where Anna fate, revolving public cares
With deep concern of thought. Unfeen he stood,
Prefenting peaceful images of good';

On Fancy's airy stage, returning Trade,
A funk Exchequer fill'd, an Army paid:

The fields with men, the men with plenty blefs'd,
The towns with riches, and the world with rest.
Such pleafing objects on her bosom play,
And give the dawn of glory's golden day;

When

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