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When in the flipp'ry paths of youth

With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm unfeen convey'd me safe,

And led me up to man.

Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way,

And through the pleafing fnares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.

When worn with fickness, oft haft thou
With health renew'd my face,

And when in fins and forrows funk,
Reviv'd my foul with grace.

Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er,
And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my ftore.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,

Nor is the least a chearful heart,

That taftes those gifts with joy.

Thro' every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue ;

And after death in distant worlds

The glorious theme renew.

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When nature fails, and day and night

Divide thy works no more,

My ever-grateful heart, O Lord,

Thy mercy fhall adore.

Thro' all eternity to thee
A joyful fong I'll raise,
For oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.


HE fpacious firmament on high,


With all the blue ethereal sky, ·

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,

Their great original proclaim;

Th' unwearied fun, from day to day,

Does his creator's pow'r difplay,

And publishes to every land

The work of an almighty hand.

Soon as th' ev'ning fhades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the lift'ning earth
Repeats the story of her birth:

Whilft all the ftars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.


What thou, in folemn filence, all
Move round the dark terreftrial ball?
What tho' nor real voice nor found
Amid their radiant orbs be found?
In reafon's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever finging, as they shine,
"The hand that made us is divine.”




From the FIRST BOOK.

OME, heav'nly mufe, my raptur'd foul inspire,


Touch with one beam of thy celestial fire,

A foul, that rifing with fublime delight
Leaves worlds behind in its aerial flight;
Mounts o'er the skies, unusual heights to foar,
Where YOUNG and Angels only flew before.
I leave unheeded ev'ry mortal care,

The victor's pomp, and all the fcenes of war:
A nobler aim invites my fong to rise:
No praise I fing, but his who form'd the skies:
No fcenes, but nature's burning vaults difplay'd;
No pow'r, but that which wakes the sleeping dead.
My theme how vaft! the fun's extinguish'd rays;
Ten thousand stars in one devouring blaze;

That doom, the guilty wretch muft dread to hear;
The last loud trump that ftops the rolling sphere;
The crowds that burst from earth's diffolving frame;
All heaven defcending, and a world on flame.

O Thou, whofe hands the bolted thunder form,
Whose wings the whirlwind, and whofe breath the ftorm:
Tremendous God! this wond'ring bofom raise,
And warm each thought that would attempt thy praise.


Ò! while I mount along th' etherial


To fofter regions, and unclouded day,

Pafs the long tracks where darting lightnings glow,
Or trembling view the boiling deeps below


Lead thro' the dubious maze, direct the whole,
Lend heav'nly aid to my transported foul,
Teach ev'ry nobler power to guide my tongue,
And touch the heart, while thou inspir'ft the song.
'Twas at the hour, when midnight ghofts affume
Some frightful fhape, and sweep along the gloom;
When the pale spectre bursts upon the view;
When fancy paints the fading taper blue;
When fmiling virtue refts, nor dreads a foe;
And flumber fhuts the weeping eyes of woe:
'Twas then, amid the filence of the night,
A graceful feraph flood before my fight,
And blaz'd meridian day-the rocking ground
Flam'd as he mov'd, and totter'd as he frown'd.
As fome vaft meteor, whofe expanded glare
Shoots a long stream that brightens all the air,
So flam'd his burning eyes :-earth heard and fhook,
When from his lips these dreadful accents broke :
"Now is that hour, when at th' Almighty's call,

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Surrounding flames fhall melt the yielding ball; "When worlds must blaze amid the general fire, And funs and stars with all their hofts expire. The long-delay'd, th' important day is come, ་ (All nature quake with terror at the doom.)

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