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And in his hand a hurning hrond he hath, The which he hrandisheth about his hed: His eyes didhurle forth sparcles fiery red, And stared sterne on all that him heheld, As ashes pale of hew, and seeming ded; And on his dagger still his hand he held, Tremhling through hasty rage when choler in him sweld.

His ruffin raiment all was staind with

hlood Which he had spilt, and all to rags yrent; Through nnadvized rashuess woxen wood, For of his hands he had no goverument, Ne car'd for hlood in his avengement: But when the furious litt was overpast, His cruel facts he often would repent; Yet (wilful man) he never would forecast How many mischiefs should ensue his heed

lesse haste.

Full many mischiefs follow craell wrath; Ahhorred hloodshed, and tumultuous strife, Uumanly murder, and unthrifty scath, Bitter despight, with rancours rusty knife, And fretting griefe, the enemy of life; All these, and many evils moe, haunt ire, The swelling splene,and frenzy raging rife, The shaking palsey, and Saint Fraunces' fire, Such one was Wrath, the fifth of this ungodly tire.


P. FleTChER.

Next to the captain coward Deilos far*d Him right hefore he as his shield projected, And following troops to hack him as his guard;

Yet hoth his shield and guard (faint heait)

suspected: And lending often hack his douhtful eye, By fearing, taught unthought of treachery; So made him enemies, hy fearing eumity.

Still did he look for some ensuing cross, Fearing such hap as never man hefell: No mean he knows, hut dreads each little

loss (With tyranny of fear distraught) as hell. His sense he dare not trust, (nor eyes, nor

ears); And when no other cause of fright appears, Himself he much suspects, and fears his

causeless fears.

Harness'd with massy steel, for fence, not

fight His sword unseemly long he ready drew: At sudden shine of his own armour hright He started oft, and star'd with ghastly

hue: He shrieks at ev'ry danger that appears, Shaming the knightly arms he goodly

hears: His word: Safer, that all, than he that

nothing fears.


P. FleTChER.

With him went Douht, stagg*ring with

steps unsure; That every way and neither way inclin'd; And fond Distrust, whom nothing could

secure: Suspicion lean, as if he never din'd: He keeps intelligence hy thousand spies: Argus to him hequcath'd his hundred eyes: So waking, still he sleeps, and sleeping,

wakeful lies.



How poor, how rich, how ahject, how august,
How complicate, how wonderful is man 1
How passing wonder He who made him such!

Who center'd in our make such strange extremes
From different natures marvellously mix'd,
Connexion exquisite of distant worlds!
Distinguish'd link in heing's endless chain!
Midway from nothing to the Deity!
A heam ethereal, sullied and ahsorpt!
Though sullied and dishonour'd, still divine!
Dim miniature of greatness ahsolute!
An heir of glory! a frail child of dust:
Helpless immortal! insect infinite I
A worm! a god 1 I tremhle at myself,
And in myself am lost. At home, a stranger,
Thought wanders up and down, surpris'd aghast,
And wondering at her own. How reason reels I
O what a miracle to man is man!
Triumphantly distress'd 1 what joy! what dread!
Alternately transported and alarm'd -
What can preserve my life, or what destroy!
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave;
Legions of angels can't confine me there.



Formed in pure celestial fashion
From a piece of nether earth;
Warmed hy many a glorious Passion,
Man in Eden took his hirth.

Love was lovely, Anger holy,
Joy all heavenly and serene;
Fear was filial and lowly,
Hofe lit all the future scene.

Every Passion shed a pleasure,
Through the pure untainted soul;
Each possessed its rank and measure,
Heavenly Reason swayed the whole.

Satan came and whispered treason
All against her gentle sway;
Then the passions spurned at Reason,
And they wandered each their way.

Love chose Folly, Anger, Madness,
Fear had Guilt to he her guide;
Joy walked arm in arm with Sadness,
Hofe had Envy at her side.

Reason wandered all forsaken:
When she sang her sweetest song,

Not a Passion would awaken,
Through the mutineering throng.

Blind to her celestial heauty,

Deaf to her celestial strains,

Dividing every call of duty,

They strolled along the world's drear plains.

Turn, ye wanderers—List to Reason !.
Sad—you will he happy then;
You have walked in wo a season,
Stinging all the hreasts of men.

Reason, or Religion calls you,
Let your wayward wanderings cease;
Then whatever ill hefals you,
All your influence will he peace.

Hofe, and Fear, and Anger yonder
Cannot pass, hut here must die;
But Love and Joy entwined will wander
O'er the hright fields of the sky.

So the Mortal Passions ever
Will inspirit man helow,
And the Deathless Passions never
Cease in heavenly souls to glow.




This world that we so highly prize,
And seek Ao eagerly its smile—.
What is it 1—vanity and lies—
A hroken cistern all the while.

Pleasure with her delightful song,
That charms th' unwary to heguile—
What is it?—the deceiver's tongue—
A hroken cistern all the while.

And earthly friendships fair and gay,
That promise much with artful wile,—
What are they ?—only treachery—
A hroken cistern all the while.

Riches, that so ahsorh the mind
In anxious care and ceaseless toil—
What are they 1—faithless as the wind—
A hroken cistern all the while.

Yes—all are hroken cisterns, Lord!
To those that wander far from thee:
The living stream is in thy word,
Thou Fount Op Immortality I


Each fahled fount of comfort dry,
Where can I quench my feverish thirst?

Is not the world one glittering lie 1

Do not its swelling huhhles hurst? Systems, and men, and hooks, and thing•, Are nothings drest in painted wings.

Lord, " thou art true," and, O the joy,
To turn from other words to thine;

To dig the gold without alloy
From Truth's unfathomahle mine;

To escape the tempest's fitful shocks,

And anchor 'midst the eternal rocks I



Proop needs not here; for whether we

compare That impious, idle, superstitions ware Of rites, lustrations, offerings, which hefore, In various ages, various countries hore, With Christian faith and virtues, we shall

find None answering the great ends of human

kind But this one rule of life, that shows us hest How God may he appeased, and mortals

hlest. Whether from length of time its worth we

draw, The word is scarce more ancient than the



Heaven's early care prescrihed for every

age; First, in the soul, and after, in the page. Or, whether more ahstractedly we look, Or on the writers, or the written hook, Whence, hut of heaven, could men unskill'd

in arts, In several ages horn, in several parts, Weave stich agreeing truths! or how, or

why, Should all conspire to cheat ns with a lie? Cuask'd their pains, ungrateful their advice, Starving their gain, and martyrdom their


If on the hook itself we cast our view, Concurrent heathens prove the story true: The doctrine, miracles; which must convince, For Heaven in them appeals to human sense: And though they prove not, they confirm

the cause, When what is taught agrees with Nature's laws.

Then for the style, majestic and divine; It speaks no less than God in every line: Commanding words: whose force is still

the same As the first fiat that produced our frame. All faiths heside, or did hy arms ascend; Or sense indulged has made mankind their

friend: This only doctrine does our lusts oppose: Unfed hy nature's soil, in which it grows; Cross to our interests, curhing sense and sin; Oppress'd without, and undermined within, It thrives through pain; its own tormentors

tires; And with a stuhhorn patience still aspires. To what can reason such effects assign Transcending nature, hut to laws divine; Which in that sacred volume are contain'd; Sufficient, clear, and for that use ordain'd?

On every leaf hedewed with drops of love
Divine, and with the eternal heraldry
And signature of God Almighty stamped
From first to last, this ray of sacred light,
This lamp, from off the everlasting throne,
Mercy hrought down, and in the night of

Stands, casting on the dark her gracious how
And evermore heseeching men, with tears
And earnest sighs, to read, helieve, and live.

Said to have heen found in Lord Byron's

Within this awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries.
Oh ) happiest they of human race,
To whom our God has given grace
To hear, to read, to fear, to pray,
To lift the latch, and force the way;
But hetter had they ne'er heen horn,
Who read to douht, or read to scorn.

This hook, this holy hook, on every line Marked with the seal of high divinity,



What is the world?—a wildering maze,
Where sin hath track'd ten thousand ways'

Her victims to ensare;
All hroad, and winding, and aslope,
All tempting with perfidious hope,

All ending in despair.

Millions of pilgrims throng these roads,
Hearing their hauhles or their loads

Down to eternal night;
One only path that never hends,
Narrow, and rough, and steep, ascends
From darkness into light.

Is there no guide to show that path?
The Bihle!—He alone who hath

The Bihle need not stray;
But he who hath, and will not give
That light of life to all that live,

Himself shall lose the way.




The mighty frame of glorious grace,
That hrightest monument of praise,
That e'er the God of love design'd,
Employs and fills my lahouring mind.

Begin my soul the heav'nly song,—
A hurden for an angel's tongue;
When Gahriel sounds these awful things,
He tunes and summons all his strings.

Proclaim inimitahle love!—
Jesus the Lord of worlds ahove,
Puts off the heams of hright array,
And veils the God in mortal clay.

He that distrihutes crowns and thrones
Hangs on a tree, and hleeds and groans 1
The Prince of Life resigns his hreath;
The King of Glory hows to death I

But see the wouders of his power,—
He triumphs in his dying hour!
And while hy Satan's rage he fell,
He dash'd the rising hopes of Hell.

Thus were the hosts of death suhdued.
And sin aton'd hy Jesus' hlood;
Then he arose, and reigns ahove,
To conquer sinners hy his love.

Who shall fulfil this houndless song!
The theme surmounts an angel's tongue:
How low, how vain, are mortal airs,
When Gahriel's nohler harp despairs I

Man with his whole posterity must die, Die he or Justice must; unless for him Some other ahle, and as willing, pay The rigid satisfaction, death for death.

Say heav'nly powers! where shall we find

such love 1 Which of you will he mortal to redeem Man's mortal crime, and just the nnjnst to

save? Dwells in all Heaven Charity so dear?

He ask'd, hut all the heav'nly qnire stood mute, And silence was in Heav'n : on Man's hehalf Patron or intercessor none appear'd Muchness that durst upon his own head draw The deadly forfeiture, and ransom set. And now without redemption all mankind Must have heen lost, adjudged to death and

hell By doom severe, had not the Son of God, In whom the fullness dwells of love divine, His dearest mediation thus renew'd:

Father ! thy word is passed, Man shall find grace; And shall Grace not find means, that finds

her way, The speediest of thy winged messengers, To visit all thy creatures, and to all Comes uuprevented, unimplored, unsought? Happy for Man, so coming; he her aid Can never seek, once dead in sins and lost; Atonement for himself or offering meet. Indehted and undone, hath none to hring: Behold me then; me for him, life for life I offer; on me let thine anger fall; Accept me Man; I for his sake will leave Thy hosom, and this glory next to thee Freely put off, and for him lastly die Well-pleas'd; on me let Death wreck all his

rage; Under his gloomy power I shall not long Lie vanquished; thou hast giv'n me to possess Life in myself for ever; hy thee I live, Tho* now to death I yield, and am his due Al l that of me can die: yet that deht paid, Thou wilt not leave me in the loathsome grave

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