Man bore, as fashion'd, for this low abode,
Th' immortal image of the living God;
This facred image lay in know and love,

In these he liv'd the heav'nly life above :
Such Adam was; but foon, too foon, he fell,
And bafely barter'd life for death and hell!
Hence his inglorious fons their glory fly,

Like him tranfgreffing, and e'en like him muft die :
Nor can the wretched race be said to live,
Till they return to God, and God forgive;
Till they due rev'rence to the Son have giv❜n,
Th' eternal light and life of all in heav'n:
For this is life, the living God to know,
And Jefus, fent to fave the world below;
A joyful meffage this to fouls undone,
-Life is the Father's gift thro' Christ the Son;
Who takes the Son the Father must enjoy,
And who the father has fhall never die:
His life's fecur'd with Christ above the skies,
His treasure there, and there his fafety lies:
Nor fhould th' eternal mountains fly away,
Quit their old feats and plunge into the sea;
Nor fhould the frighted earth its center fly,
And all its scatter'd atoms fill the sky ;
Would he forlorn behold the havock hurl'd,
But fearless fee the ruins of the world:

He on the rock of ages ftands fecure,
Tho' worlds diffolve, and orbs exist no more.

Hence ev'ry outward ill he spurns away,
Laughs at the fword, and bids the tyrant flay;
With chearfulness refigns his latest breath,
And joyful meets the cold embrace of death.

Creatures Mutability.

How full of changes is the state

Of all created things;
Each moment gives another date,
And alteration brings.

Time's rapid course hath swept away
All that was heretofore;
And what we now behold to-day,
Will be the fame no more.

The former generation's gone,

By later undermin'd;
Years after years press forward on,
And leave the firft behind.

The fun, with glorious beams array'd,
Whose motion never fleeps ;

By earth's dark interpofing fhade
Now fuffers an eclipse.

The

The pale-fac'd miftrefs of the night,
Inur'd to changing forms;
This week a perfect globe of light,
The next is nought but horns.

The twinkling stars, few minutes past,
Their sparkling beauties fhew'd,

Are on a fudden overcast,

And hid behind a cloud.

The morning, in her purple hue,
A pleasant day prefag'd;
But ere 'twas noon, a tempeft grew,
And bluftring Boreas rag'd.

The fea, her changes oft' repeats,
From calm to stormy roar ;
The tide, by fluxes and retreats,

Gains and forfakes the fhore.

The fummer's heat burns up the fields,

Which winter's rain had drown'd.

The joyful earth awhile ago,

Adorn'd with vernal green;

Now bury'd lies beneath the fnow,

Her face cannot be seen.

The pleasant meadow's flow'ry pride,
In morning fresh and gay;
Cut by the crooked scythe and dry'd,
Is in the evening hay.

The lofty pine, which heretofore
Upon the mountain stood,

Its native station knows no more,
But fwims upon the flood.

Cities, whofe royal structures were
In ancient fame renown'd,
Long fince are raz'd and disappear,
Their places scarcely found.

That ftately caftle, whofe ftrong walls
Fill'd trav❜llers with surprize,
By dreadful fhocks of thunder falls,
And in its rubbish lies.

Nature and art still change their dress,
No ftate continues long;

And that of mortals does no lefs,

He's old who once was young.

The beggar vile, with wants diftress'd,

Doth to a fceptre rife;

While he who late a throne poffefs'd,

Upon a dunghill dies.

The

The man of wit, whofe airy brain
Did others ridicule,

O'erwhelm'd with fudden grief or pain,
Becomes himself the fool.

Cræfus but now in pleasures roll❜d,
Amidft his boafted ftore;

Yet foon bereft of all his gold,

He begg'd from door to door.

The hero who on battled plains,
His conqu❜ring army led;

Is now a captive bound in chains,
With bread and water fed.

Samfon the ftrong, Philiftine's fcourge,
Who could no equal find;

Muft at the mill in prifon drudge,
Abus'd, derided, blind.

Beauty, the dazzling charm of sense,
Makes but a little stay,

By age and various accidents,

'Tis quickly fwept away.

Life's choiceft jewels, health and peace,

Are feldom long enjoy'd;

The first by fome acute disease,

The last by ftrife deftroy'd,

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