The Sigh, which fent forth that last tender word, Up towards the Heaven's like a bright Meteor foar'd, And the kind Nymph bereft of all her Charms, Fell cold and breathlefs in her Lover's Arms; Which fhews, fince Death could deny him relief. That 'tis in vain we hope to die with grief. Goddess, who now my Fate has understood, Spare but my Tears, and freely take my Blood; Here let me end the Story of my Cares, My Dismal Grief enough the reft declares. Come, then, my only hope; in every place Thou vifiteft, Men tremble at thy Face, And And fear thy Name; once let thy fatal hand Fall on a Swain, that does the blow demand. But fince all Prayers and Tears are vain, I'll try, A PA A PARAPHRASE On the CXLVIII. PSALM. By the Earl of Roscommon. Azure Vaults! O Crystal Sky! The World's transparent Canopy, Break your long filence, and let Mortals know, With what contempt you look on things below. Wing'd Squadrons of the God of War, Let Let Ecchoing Anthems make his Praises known On Earth,his Footstool,as in Heav'n his Throne. O praise his Name, without whofe purer Light, Thou hadst been hid in an Abyss of Night: ་་ Ye Moon and Planets who difpence, By God's Command your Influence, Refign to him, as your Creator, due, From whom all Joy, all Beauty fprings. O praise the Almighty Ruler of the Globe, Who Who did all Forms from the rude Chaos draw, And whofe Command is th' univerfal Law; Ye wat❜ry Mountains of the Sky, And you fo far above our Eye. Vaft ever-moving Orbs, Exalt his Name, 444 Change your fierce hiffing into joyful Song, And praife your Maker with your forked Tongue. Praise him ye Monsters of the Deep. That in the Seas vaft Bofoms fleep, At whofe Command the foaming Billows roar, Yet know their Limits, Tremble, and Adore Ye Mifts and Vapours, Hail and Snow, And you who through the Concave blow. Swift |