But I'll retire beneath the cross : Saviour, at thy dear feet I lie; And the keen fword that juftice draws, 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 : The bubbles and the oar: Here a vain man his fceptre breaks, This rolling world will never stand, Plunder'd and fnatch'd from hand to hand, As power decays or grows. 2 Earth's Earth's but an atom: Greedy fwords Let greedy fwords ftill fight and flay, 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 My foul all felt the glory come, Then the remember'd heaven her home, And the a prifoner here. I 2 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, "No more, my friends, fhall I complain, "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. 2 LAUN LAUNCHING into ETERNITY. was a brave attempt! adventurous Ke, Such is the foul that leaves this mortal land She floats on the broad deep with infinite delight, } 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 When shall the tedious night be gone? Let faith arife, and climb the hills, How diftant are his chariot-wheels, Lo, I behold the feattering fhades, I fee the Lord of glory come, I hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise !" And waking faints with joyful eyes They |