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And God's own eye, like beams of noon;
Into those scenes of secret fin?
Curse the lewd partners of your shame,
X. Flee, Ginners, flee th' unlawful bed,
Lest vengeance send you down to dwell In the dark regions of the dead,
To feed the fiercest fires of hell.
Against DRUNKENNES S. By the fame.
TS. it not strange that every creature
Should scorn to act beneath the beast,
Are drunkards reeling through the street :
To troll down liquor through the throat, And swill, and know no bound nor measure, . 'Till sense and reason are forgot ?
v. Do they deserve th' immortal name
Of men, who sink so far below ? Will God, the maker of their frame,
Endure to see them spoil it fo!
Can they e'er think of heaven and grace,
Or hope for glory when they die? Can such vile ghosts expect a place Among the shining souls on high?
VII. The meanest seat is too refin'd
To entertain a drunkard there. Ye linners of this loathsome kind,
Repent, or perilh in despair.
The MIDNIGHT ELEVAT 10 N.
By the same.
N OW reigns the night in her sublimest noon;
V Nature lyes huth'd ; the stars their watches keep;
I wait thy influence, gentle sleep,
Come, shed thy choicest poppies down
To close my eyes, and learn to die ;
Be sprightly as the light,
And take a vigorous flight :
And trace the vital world that lies
[night, There Jesus reigns, adored name ! The second on the throne fupreme :
In whose mysterious form combine
Created glories and divine :
And now they foar, and now they dive
They aid the seraphs while they fing,
God is their unexhausted theme;
Amazing state! divine abode!
To limbs and bones that clog the mind,
We wretched prisoners here below,
What do we fee, or learn, or know,
Round our fond sense, and waste the day,
Each rising lun, each lightsome hour,
Employ'd in various thought and tuneful song,
And bid me join th' harmonious throng?
Oh for a wing to rise to thee!
Halte, Haste, all ye twinkling measurers of time,
Ye can't fulfil your course too soon. Kindle, my languid powers, celestial love, Point all my passions to the courts above, Then send the convoy down to guard my last remove.
VIII. Thrice happy world, where gilded toys No more disturb our thoughts, no more pollute our joys!
There light and shade fucceed no more by turns, There reigns th' eternal fun with an unclouded ray, There all is calm as night, yet all. immortal day,
And truth for ever shines, and love for ever burns.
A PARAPHRASE on the cXXXVII. PSA'L M.
By the same.
. I. W HEN by the flowing brooks we fat,
V The brooks of Babylon the proud; We thought on Zion's mournful state,
And wept her woes, and wail'd aloud.
Thoughtless of every chearful air
(For grief had all our harps unstrung)
Our barbarous lords, with haughty tongues,
Our holy songs to ears profane ?
Shall hymns inspir’d for sacred ule
Fast to my mouth in silence still;
O Salem, or thy dust despise ;
.. . VIII.
Down with thy tow'rs, and raze thy walls :
Deaf to our infant's dying groans,
Dalh thy young babes, and tinge the stones.
DAVID'S LAMENTATION over Saul and Jona
than, 2 Sam. i. 19, &c. By the fame.
T TNHAPPY day! distressing sight!
Ifrael, the land of heaven's delight,
On the high places of the fight
Ne'er be it told in Gath, nor known
And triumph in our shame,
And girls with weak unhallow'd voice Chant the dishonours of the Hebrew name !