Praise him fair Idols of our greedy Sence,

Exalt his Name, fweet Age of Innocence:
Jehovah's Name fhall only laft,

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.

TO

ΤΟ

ORIND A.

An Imitation of

ORACE.

the Earl of Rofcommon.

Integer vita, &c.

Carm. Lib. 1. Od. 22.

I.

Irtue (Dear Friend) needs no defences

No Arms, but its own Innocence;

s, and Bows, and poifon'd Darts, ly us'd by guilty Hearts.

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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)

Our Great O RINDA I Admire. The hungry Wolves that fee me ftray

Unarm'd and fingle, run away.

IV.

Set me in the remoteft place

That ever Neptune did embrace,

When there her Image fills my Breaft,

Helicon is not half fo bleft.

V.

Leave me upon fome Lybian Plain,
So the my Fancy entertain,

And when the thirsty Monsters meet,
They'll all pay homage to my Feet.

VI.

The Magick of ORINDA's Name,
Not only can their fierceness tame,

But, if that mighty word I once rehearse,
They feem fubmiffively to roar in Verfe.

THE

GROVE.

A

By the fame Author.

H happy Grove! Dark and fecure retreat,

Of Sacred filence, Reft's eternal Seat; How well your cool and unfrequented shade, Suits with the chaft retirements of a Maid.

Oh! If kind Heaven had been fo much

my friend,
To make my Fate upon my choice depend;
All my ambition I would here confine,
And only this Elyfium fhould be mine.

Fond Men by Paffion wilfully betray'd,
Adore those Idols which their fancy made;

Purchafing