In vain, in vain, alas! feduc'd by ill, But fadly mourn, in melancholy fong, The vain conceits that held my foul fo long. EXT A C Y. THE fleeting joys, which all affords below, Work the fond heart with unperforming show; The wish that makes our happier life compleat, Nor grafps 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. From 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 fea; That the poor banish'd soul, ferene and free, May rife from earth, to vifit heaven and thee: Come, Peace divine! fhed gently from above, Infpire my willing botom, wondrous Love; Thy purpled pinions to my shoulders tye, And point the paffage where I want to fly. But whither, whither now! what powerful fire With this blefs'd influence equals my desire? Irife (or Love, the kind deluder, reigns, And acts in fancy fuch enchanted scenes); Earth leffening flies, the parting skies retreat, The fleecy clouds my waving feathers beat ; And now the fun and now the stars are gone, Yet ftill methinks the fpirit, bears me on, Where tracts of æther purer blue display, And edge the golden realm of native day. Oh, ftrange enjoyment of a blifs unfeen! Oh, ravishment! Oh, facred rage within! Tumultuous pleafure, rais'd.on peace of mind, Sincere, exceffive, from the world refin'd! I fee the light that veils the throne on high, A light unpierc'd by man's impurer eye; I hear the words, that issuing thence proclaim, Let God's attendants praife his awful name !" Then heads unnumber'd bend before the shrine, And hands unnumber'd ftrike the filver ftring, And high on pearls of azure æther fet. And all is musick, and excess of joy. Charm'd with the fight, I long to bear a part; O great, and far beyond expreffion so ; No bounds thy knowledge, none thy power confine, For power and knowledge in their fource are thine; Around thee glory fpreads her golden wing: Sing, glittering angels, Hallelujah fing. Son Son of the Father, firft-begotten Son, Ere the short measuring line of time begun, The world has seen thy works, and joy'd to see 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 shine, 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, With what an eager zeal the conscious foul But our attempts these chains of earth restrain, And, rank'd with planets, light the world below; When the warmth 's gone that taught them how to fly. ON DIVINE LOVE, BY MEDITATING ON THE WOUNDS OF CHRIST. HOLY Jefus! God of Love! Look with pity from above Shed the precious purple tide Full of gladnefs, full of thee. This, for which my wishes pine, Is the cup of love divine; Sweet affections flow from hence, When |