Swift Executors of his holy Word, (Lord Whirlwinds and Tempeft praise the Almighty Mountains, who to your Maker's View Seem less than Mole-Hills do to you, Remember how, when firft Jehovah spoke, And ye tall Cedars, celebrate his Praise. Whose only care's to Love and Sing, Fly thro the world,and let your trembling Throat Praise your Creator with the fweetest Note. Praise him each Salvage Furious Beaft, That on his Stores do daily feast. Ard And you tame Slaves of the Laborious Plow, Whofe Power hath here no Periods: May all Attempts against your Crown be vain, And from the Danube frofty Banks, to those, Where from an unknown head great Nilus flows You that difpofe of all our Lives, Praise him from whom your power derives. Be True and Juft, like him, and fear his Word, O praise him in your Youthful prime. Praise him fair Idols of our greedy Sence, Exalt his Name, fweet Age of Innocence : When Heaven, Earth, and all is past. Nothing, Great God, is to be found in Thee, But Unconceivable Eternity: Exalt, O Jacob's Sacred Race, The God of Gods, the God of Grace, Who will above the Stars your Empire raise, And with his Glory, Recompence your Praife. ΤΟ ΤΟ ORINDA. An Imitation of HORACE. By the Earl of Rofcommon. V Integer vita, &c. Carm. Lib. 1. Od. 22. 1. Irtue (Dear Friend) needs no defence, No Arms, but its own Innocence; Quivers, and Bows, and poifon'd Darts, II. An honeft mind, fafely alone May travel through the burning Zone, Or through the deepest Scythian Snows, Or where the fam'd Hydafpes flows. III. While (rul'd by a refiftless fire) IV. Set me in the remotest place That ever Neptune did embrace, When there her Image fills my Breaft, |