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Their scythes upon the adverse bank
Glitter amongst the entangled trees,
And curt'sy to the courting breeze.
Could I thee to these meads decoy,
On a bank of fragrant thyme,
And kiss the fiction into fact.
Where taste and elegance command
OR, MODERN PHILOSOPHY.
“ Dicetur, merita nox quoque nenia."
'Twas when bright Cynthia with her silver car,
Soft stealing from Endymion's bed,
Night, with all her negro train, (had led,
Crept Stillness, in a winding-sheet.
You could not hear a sound,
And horror deepen'd round.
Beneath a myrtle's melancholy shade,
Sophron the wise was laid :
While others toil within the town,
And fairest virtue, wisdom's heir.
When, lo ! the neighbouring bell In solemn sound struck one :
He starts, and recollects, he was engag'd to Nell. Then
sprang, nimble and light,
And next morn por'd in Plato for more.
HYMN TO THE SUPREME BEING,
ON RECOVERY FROM A DANGEROUS FIT OF ILLNESS.
Wuen Israel's* ruler on the royal bed
In anguish and in perturbation lay,
And rest gave place to horror and dismay;
thou must die."
* Hezekiah vi. Isaiah xxxviii,
“ And must I go, (the’ illustrious mourner cried)
I who have serv'd thee still in faith and truth, Whose snow-white conscience no foul crime has dy'd
From youth to manhood, infancy to youth ; Like David, who have still rever'd thy word, The sovereign of myself, and servant of the Lord?” The Judge Almighty heard his suppliant's moan,
Repeal'd his sentence, and his health restor'd; The beams of mercy on his temples shone,
Shot from that heaven to which his sighs had The sun* retreated at his Maker's nod, (soar'd ; And miracles confirm the genuine work of God.
But, О immortals ! what had I to plead
[lance, When death stood o'er me with his threatening When reason left me in the time of need,
And sense was left in terror or in trance ; My sinking soul was with my blood inflam'd, And the celestial image sunk, defac'd, and maim'd.
I sent back memory in heedful guise
To search the records of preceding years ; Home, like the raven to the ark,t she flies,
Croaking bad tidings to my trembling ears : O sun, again that thy retreat was made, And threw my follies back into the friendly shade! But who are they that bid affliction cease ?
Redemption and forgiveness, heavenly sounds! Behold the dove that brings the branch of peace,
Behold the balm that heals the gaping wounds
Isaiah, chap. xxxvij.
* Cen. viii. 7.
Vengeance divine’s by penitence suppress’d-
Yet hold, presumption, nor too fondly climb,
And thou too hold, O horrible despair! In man humility's alone sublime,
Who diffidently hopes, he's Christ's own careO all-sufficient Lamb! in death's dread hour Thy merits who shall slight, or who can doubt thy
But soul-rejoicing health again returns,
The blood meanders gently in each vein, The lamp of life renew'd with vigour burns,
And exil'd reason takes her seat againBrisk leaps the heart, the mind's at large once more, To love, to praise, to bless, to wonder, and adore !
The virtuous partner of my nuptial bands
Appear'd a widow to my frantic sight; My little prattlers, lifting up their hands,
Beckon me back to them, to life and light; I come, ye spotless sweets ! I come again, Nor have your tears been shed, nor have ye knelt
All glory to the Eternal, to the Immense,
All glory to the Omniscient and Good, (tense ; Whose power's uncircumscrib’d, whose love's in
But yet whose justice ne'er could be withstood.
* Gen. xxxii. 24, 25, 26, 27, 28.