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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
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.
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
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
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,
CONTRARITIES IN MAN.
How poor, how rich, how ahject, how august,
Who center'd in our make such strange extremes
REASON AND THE PASSIONS.
Formed in pure celestial fashion
Love was lovely, Anger holy,
Every Passion shed a pleasure,
Satan came and whispered treason
Love chose Folly, Anger, Madness,
Reason wandered all forsaken:
Not a Passion would awaken,
Blind to her celestial heauty,
Deaf to her celestial strains,
Dividing every call of duty,
They strolled along the world's drear plains.
Reason, or Religion calls you,
Hofe, and Fear, and Anger yonder
So the Mortal Passions ever
WORD OF GOD AND REDEMPTION,
THE VALUE OF THE SACRED WRITINGS.
This world that we so highly prize,
Pleasure with her delightful song,
And earthly friendships fair and gay,
Riches, that so ahsorh the mind
Yes—all are hroken cisterns, Lord!
Each fahled fount of comfort dry,
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 dig the gold without alloy
To escape the tempest's fitful shocks,
And anchor 'midst the eternal rocks I
TRUTH OF THE SCRIPTURES.
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
Within this awful volume lies
This hook, this holy hook, on every line Marked with the seal of high divinity,
THE BIBLE A LIGHT TO THE CHRISTIAN'S FEET.
What is the world?—a wildering maze,
Her victims to ensare;
All ending in despair.
Millions of pilgrims throng these roads,
Down to eternal night;
Is there no guide to show that path?
The Bihle need not stray;
Himself shall lose the way.
THE SCHEME OF REDEMPTION.
The mighty frame of glorious grace,
Begin my soul the heav'nly song,—
Proclaim inimitahle love!—
He that distrihutes crowns and thrones
But see the wouders of his power,—
Thus were the hosts of death suhdued.
Who shall fulfil this houndless song!
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