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Let the wide world his praises sing,

Where Tagus and Euphrates spring,
And from the Danube's frosty banks to those
Where from an unknown head great Nilus flows,
• You that dispose of all our lives,

Praise him from whom your pow'r derives ;
Be true and just like him, and fear his word,
As much as malefactors do your sword.

Praise him old monuments of time ;

O praise him in your youthful prime.
Praise hiiri fair idols of our greedy sense,
Exalt his name sweet age of innocence.

Jehovah's name shall only last,
When heaven and earth, and all is past;
Nothing, great God, is to be found in thee
But inconceivable eternity.

Exalt, ( Jacob's sacred race,

The God of gods, the God of grace, Who will above the stars your empire raise, And with his glory recompense your praise.

A PARAPHRASE on John xxi. 17.

By a young Lady. V ES, thou that knowest all, doft know I love thee,

Y And that I fet no idol up above thee; To thy unerring censure I appeal, And thou that knowest all things fure can'st fell, 2 I love thee more than life or interest, Nor haft thou any rival in my breast : I love thee so, that I could calmly bear The mocks of fools, and bliss my happy ear, Might I from thee but one kind whilper hear ; I love thee so, that for a smile of thine, Might this and all the brighter worlds be mine, I wou'd not pause, but with a noble scorn, At the unequal, slighted offer, spurn. Yes, I to fools these trifles can resign, Nor envy them the world, whilst thou art mine,

I love thee as my centre, and can find
No point besides to stay my doubtful mind;
Potent and uncontrould its motions were,
Till fix'd in thee its only congruous sphere ;
Urg'd with a thousand specious baits I stood,
Displeas'd and fighing for some distant good
To calm its genuine dictates --but betwixt
Them all, remain'd suspended and unfixt.
I love thee fo 'tis more than death to be,
My life, my love, my all, depriv'd of thee;
'Tis hell, 'tis horror, shades and darkness then,
'Till thou unveil'st thy lovely face again :
I love thee so I'd kiss the dart shou'd free
My flutt'ring soul, and lend her up to thee.
Owou'dst thou break her chain, with what delight
She'd spread her wings, and bid the world good night!
Scarce for my bright conductors would I stay,
But lead thy flaming ministers the way,
In their known passage to eternal day.
And yet the climes of light wou'd scarce seem fair,
Unless I meet my bright Redeemer there,
Unless I there could view his charming face,
And cope all heaven in his dear embrace.

The W IS H. By a young Lady.
V OU'D fome kind vision represent to me

V How bright thy streets, celestial Salem, be,
I'd trace thy shining pearly paths, and tell
How blest are those that in thy temple dwell.
How much more bright than e'er proud Phæbus shed,
Are those vast rays th' eternal Son does spread !
Cou'd I the fairest of ten thousand view,
Wou'd angels me their admiration shew,
I'd tell the virgins, tell 'em o'er again,
How fair he look'd to the black sons of men:
Might I (but ah! while clogg'd with sinful flesh,
In vain I breathe out the impatient wish)
Bút have a glimpse of those fair fields above,
Where dreft in beams the shining faints do move,
More gay than all the fancy'd shades of love ;


Where the true son of glory ne'er declines,
But with unclouded vigour always shines :
Where endless smiles celestial faces wear,
No eye eclips'd with a rebellious tear,
For grief is an unheard of stranger there. .

A DIALOGUE between the Soul, Riches, Famć and

Pleasure. By Mrs. Rowe.

Eluded mortal, turn and view my store,

While all my glitt’ring treasures I explore.
The gold of both the Indian worlds is mine,
And gems that in the eastern quarries shine.
For me advent'rous men attempt the main,
And all the fury of its waves sustain !
For me all toils and hazards they disdain.
For me their country's sold, their faith betray'd ;-
The voice of interest ne'er was disobey'd.

Yet I thy tempting offers can despise,
Nor lose a wish on such a worthless prize.
When yonder sparkling stars attract my light,

Thy gold, thy boasted gems lose all their light,
My daring thoughts above these trifles rise,
And aim at glorious kingdoms in the skies;
I there expect celestal diadems,
Out-shining all thy counterfeited gems.

'Tis nothing strange that thy ambitious mind
In fordid wealth should no temptation find :
But I have terins which thy acceptance claim,
Heroic glory, and a mighty name !
To these the greatest souls on earth aspire,
Souls molt endow d with the celestial fire ;
Whom neither wealth nor bcauty can infiame;
These hazard all for an illustrious name.

And yet thou art a meer fantastic thing,
Which can no folid satisfaction bring.
Should I in costly monuments survive,
And after death in men's applauses live,


What profit were their vain applause to me,
If doom'd below to endlefs infamy?
Sunk in reproach, and everlasting shame,.
With God and angels, where's my promis'd famc ?
But if their approbation I obtain,
And deathless wreaths, and heavenly glories gain,
I may the world's false pageantry disdain.

But where the baits of wealth and honour fail,
Th' inchanting voice of pleasure may prevail.
The lewd and virtuous both my vassals prove,
No breast fo guarded but my charms can move.
All that delights mankind attends on me,
Beauty and youth, and love, and harmony.
I wing the smiling hours, and gild the day,
My paths are smooth, and flow'ry all my way.

But ah! these paths to black perdition tend,
There soon thy soft deluding visions end.
Those smooth, those flow'ry ways lead down to hell,
Where all thy Naves in endless night must dwell.
The road of virtue far more rugged is,
But () ! it leads to everlasting bliss;
And all beyond the thorny passage lyes
The realm of light discover'd to mine eyes.
Gay bowers, and Itreams of joy, and lightsome fields,
With happy shades, the beauteous prospect yields.

Those blissful regions I shall shortly gain,
Where peace and love, and endless pleasures reign.

By the same. T COME, I come, and joyfully obey 1 The fatal voice that summons me away : With pleasure 1 resign this mortal breath, And fall a willing facrifice to death. o welcome stroke that gives me liberty; Welcome, as to the Nave a jubilee. Of the vain world I take my last adieu, "The promis'd land is now within my view,

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The clouds difpel, the stormy danger's past,
And I attain the peaceful shores at last. .
My hope's dear objects now are all in light,
The land of love, and unexhausted light,
The flowing streams of joy and endless bliss,
The shining plains, and walks of paradise,
The trees of life, immortal fruits and flowers,
The tall celestial groves, and charming bowers,
I breath the balmy empyrean air,
The songs of angels and their harps I hear,
And scarce the fierce tyrannic joy can bear.


1. TAKE wing; my soul, and upwards bend thy flight 1 To thy originary fields of light,

Here's nothing, nothing here below
That can deserve thy longer stay;

A secret whisper bids thee go i
To purer air and beams of native day.
Th' ambition of the tow'ring fark outvye,
And like him Ging as thou dost upward Ay.

How all things lessen which my soul before
Did with the grov'ling multitude adore !

Those pageant glories disappear,

Which charm and dazle mortals eyes;
How do I in this higher sphere,
How do I mortals with their joys despise ?
Pure uncorrupted elements I breathe,
And pity their gross atmosphere beneath. .

III. '
How vile, how fordid here those trifles shew,
That please the tenants of that ball below ?

But ha! I've lost the little fight,
The scene's remoy’d, and all I fee

Is one confus'd dark mals of night;
What nothing was, now nothing seems to be,
How calm this region, how serene, how clear 1
Surc I some strains of heavenly music hear.


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