To whom unveil'd thou doft fhew III. An object which, if mortal eyes They'd foon efteem their best lov'd toys IV. How then beneath its load of flesh Wou'd the vext foul complain! And how the friendly hand she'd bliss, Wou'd break her hated chain ! The CONSUMMATION. A Pindaric Ode. By Mr. Norris. I. HE rife of monarchies, and their long weighty fall, The pomp of courts, fhe leaves our little all, All I can hear prefent's too fmall, The last and dreadful scene of fate, I fee the mighty angel ftand Cloth'd with a cloud, a rainbow round his head, Who e power we fear, and truth adore, I fwear the fatal thread is fpun, Nature fhall breath her last, and time fhall be no more. The ancient ftager of the day Has run his minutes out, and number'd all his way. The parting Ifthmus is thrown down, And all fhall now be overflown : Time fhall no more her under current know, But one with great eternity shall grow, Their ftreams fhall inix, and in one circling channel flow. II. He fpake-fate writ the fentence with her iron pen, Seeks a new channel and would fain run under ground. And all throughout down to the centre shake; He dares not foreward go, But wond'ring stands at the great hurry here below. The ftars forget their laws, and like loose planets stray. See how the elements refign Their num'rous charge, the fcatter'd atoms home repair, Some from the earth, fome from the fea, fome from the They know the great alarm, And in confus'd mixt numbers swarm. 'Till rang'd and fever'd by the chymistry divine. The father of mankind's amaz'd to fee The globe too narrow for his progeny ; But 'tis the clofing of the age, And all the actors now at once muft grace the stage. III. Now, muse, exalt thy wing, be bold and dare, The central fire which hitherto did burn But that will no confinement know, [air: The fire the fubterraneous vaults does spoil, The fire in triumph marches on, The earth's girt round with flames, and seems another fun. But whither does this lawless judgment roam ? A facrifice in Sodom's fire!? Read thy commiffion, fate, fure all are not thy due, But where's the angel guardian to avert the doom, New caft into a pure etherial frame. And now the world's untun'd, let down thy high-ser string. The CXLVIII. PSALM paraphras'd. By an unknown Auther. I. Come let all created force confpire Join all ye creatures in one folemn quire, And let your theme be heaven's almighty King. II. Begin, ye bleft attendants of his feat, 'Tis juft you should, your happiness is great, III. Ye glorious lamps that rule both night and day, Thou first and fairest of material kind, By whom his other works we fee, Subtile and active as pure thought and mind, V. Ye regions of the air his praifes fing, VI. In chanting forth the great Jehovah's praife, He fpake, and did you all from nothing raise; As His will that fix'd you in a constant state, And where's that power which can this law repeal ? VIII. Ye powers that to th' inferiour world retain, And first, ye dragons, try an higher strain, IX. Let fire, hail, fnow and vapours, that afcend, 13 X. Yo X. Ye facred tops which feem to brave the skies, With their oblations send your praises too. XI. Ye trees, whofe fruits both man and beaft confume, Ye cedars, why have you fuch choice perfume, XII. Ye beafts, with all the humble creeping train, XIII. Ye facred heads that wear imperial gold, Let fprightly youth give vigour to the quire, Let feeble age diffolv'd in praise expire, And infants too in hymns their tender voices try. Praise him ye faints who piety profess, Veni Creator Spiritus. Tranflated into a Paraphrase, By Mr. Dryden. I. Reator Spirit! by whofe aid CR The world's foundations firft were laid; Come vifit ev'ry pious mind, Come pour thy joys on human-kind; From |