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Let Faith arise, and climb the hills,
“ Testor paternum Numen, et hoc caput And from afar descry
Æquale testor," dixit; et atheris How distant are his chariot-wheels,
Inclinat ingens culmen, alto And tell how fast they fiy.
Desiliitque ruens Olympo. Lo, I behold the scattering shades,
Mortale corpus impiger induit The dawn of Heaven appears,
Artusque nostros, heu tenues nimis The sweet immortal morning spreads
Nimisque viles! Vindicique
Corda dedit fodienda ferro.
Vitamque morti : Proh dolor! O graves
Tonandis iræ ! O Lex satis aspera ! The trumpet shakes the ground.
Mercesque peccati severa
Adamici, vetitique fructus.
Non pena lenis ! Quò, ruis impotens !
Quò, Musa ! largas fundere lacrymas, Salute th' expected day.
Bustique divini triumphos They leave the dust, and on the wing
Sacrilego temerare fletu? Rise to the middle air,
Sepone questus, læta Deum cane In shining garments meet their King,
Majore chordá. Psalle gonorius And low adore him there.
Ut ferreas Mortis cavernas O may my humble spirit stand
Et rigidam penetravit aulam. Among them cloth'd in white !
Sensêre Numen regna feralia, The meanest place at his right hand
Mugit barathrum, contremuit chaos, Is infinite delight.
Dirùm fremebat rex Gehennæ,
Perque suum tremebundus orcum.
Latè refugit. “Nil agis, impie,
Mergat vel imis te Phlegethon vadis,
Et patrios jaculatus ignes.
Umbræque flammas æthereas pavent
Dudum perosæ, ex quo corusco
Præcipites cecidere cælo. Te, grande Numen, corporis incola,
Imamane rugit jam tonitru; fragor Te, magna magni progenies Patris,
Latè ruinam mandat: ab infimis Nomen verendum nostri Jesu
Lecteque designata genti Vox citharæ, calami sonabunt.
Tartara disjiciuntur antris. Aptentur auro grandisonæ fides,
Heic strata passim vincula, et heic jacent Christi triumphos incipe barbite,
Unci cruenti, tormina mențium Fractosque terrores Averni,
Invisa ; ploratuque vasto
Spicula Mors sibi adempta plangit.
En, ut resurgit victor ab ultimo
Ditis profundo, curribus aureis Gaudia mille bibens Jesus;
Astricta raptans monstra noctis
Perdomitumque Erebi tyrannum.
Quanta angelorum gaudia jubilant
Victor paternum dum repetit polum! Heu nimium miseros nepotes !
En qualis ardet, dum beati Vidit minaces vindicis angeli
Limina scandit ovans Olympi! Ignes et ensem, telaque sanguine
Io triumphe plectra seraphica, Tingenda nostro, dum rapina
Io triumphe Grex Hominum sonet, Spe fremuere Erebæa monstra,
Dum læta quaquaversus ambos
Astra repercutiunt triumphos.
Æthereum calet igne pectus.
CORPORE cur hæres, Wattsi? cur incola terræ ? “Mergantur undis, et redeat chaos :
Quid cupis indignum, mens habitare lutum? Aut ipse disperdam Satanæ dolos,
Te caro mille malis premit; hinc juvenes gravat Aut ipse disperdar, et isti
artus Sceptra dabo moderanda dextræ.
Languor, et hinc vegetus crimina sanguis alit.
Cura, amor, ira, dolor mentem malè distrahit ; Here I put off the chains of Death
My soul too long has worn :
Raphael, behold me all undrest,
Here gently lay this Aesh to rest ; Stellatas Seraphin officiosa cohors.
Then mount, and lead the path unknown, Te superûm chorus optat amans, te invitat lesus, Swift I pursue thee, flaming guide, on pinions of “ Huc ades, et nostro tempora conde sinû.”
my own. Verè amat ille lutum quem nec dolor aut Satan
arcet Inde, nec alliciunt Angelus, Astra, Deus.
HUNDREDTH EPIGRAM OF CASIMIRE.
ON SAINT ARDALIO, EXCITATIO CORDIS CÆLUM VERSUS.
Who from a stage-player became a Christian,
and suffered martyrdom. 1694.
Ardalio jeers, and in his comic strains Heu quot sêcla teris carcere corporis,
The mysteries of our bleeding God profanes, Wattsi,? quid refugis limen et exitum?
While his loud laughter shakes the painted scenes. Nec mens æthereum culmen, et atria Magni Patris anhelitat ?
Heaven heard, and straight around the smoking
throne Corpus vile creat mille molestias,
The kindling lightning in thick Aashes shone, Circum corda volant et dolor, et metus,
And vengeful thunder murmur'd to be gone. Peccatumque malis durius omnibus
Cæcas insidias struit. Merey stood near, and with a smiling brow (you ;
Calind the loud thunder: “ There's no need of Non hoc grata tibi gaudia de solo
Grace shall descend, and the weak man subdue.” Surgunt: Christus abest, deliciæ tuæ, Longè Christus abest, inter et angelos
Grace leaves the skies, and he the stage forsakes, Et picta astra perambulans.
He bows his head down to the martyring axe,
And, as he bows, this gentle farewell speaks ; 1 Cæli summa petas, nec jaculabitur. Iracunda tonans fulmina: Te Deus
“ So goes the comedy of life away; Hortatur ; Vacuum tende per aëra
Vain Earth, adieu : Heaven will applaud to day; Pennas nunc homini datas. Strike, courteous tyrant, and conclude the play."
BREATHING TOWARD THE HEAVENLY
WHEN THE PROTESTANT CHURCH AT MONTPELIER WAS
DEMOLISHED BY THE FRENCH KING'S ORDER, TAE
CASIMIRE, BOOK 1, op. 19. IMITATED.
A LATIN EPIGRAM.
Urit me patriæ decor, &c.
Immortal love inspires;
There glides the Moon her shining way,
Upward my heart aspires :
Bright sentivels who guard my Father's court,
When will my Faiher's chariot come?
An exile of the sky,
A prisoner of the ground ?
Build me a hasty tomb;
And shed a sweet perfume.
HUG'not church, once at Montpelier built,
[dead. Yet the just vengeance still pursues the guilty
THE ANSWER BY A FRENCH PROTESTANT.
A christian church once at Montpelier stood,
Yet Lewis, the wild tyrant of the age,
Shine, thou sweet hour of dear release, Tears down the walls, a victime to his rage.
Shine, from the sky, Young faithful hands pile up the sacred stones
And call me high (Dear monument !) o'er their dead fathers' bones; To mingle with the choirs of glory and of bliss. The stones shall move when the dead fathers rise, Devotion there begins the flight, Start up before the pale destroyer's eyes,
Awakes the song, and guides the way;
Trace out new regions in the world of light,
I'm in a dream, and Fancy reigns,
She spreads her gay delusive scenes ;
Or is the vision true ?
Behold Religion on her throne,
In awful state descending down; (spacious view. Roves my Pindaric song :
And her dominions vast and bright within my Here she glows like burning noon
She smiles, and with a courteous hand
She beckons me away; In fiercest flames, and here she plays
(clay, Gentle as star-beams on the midnight seas;
I feel mine airy powers loose from the cumbrous Now in a smiling angel's form,
And with a joyful haste obey Anon she rides upon the storm,
Religion's high command. Loud as the noisy thunder, as a deluge strong.
What lengths and heights and depths unknown !
Broad fields with blooming glory sown,
and skies, and stars her own, Such is the Muse: Lo she disdains
In an unmeasur'd sphere!
What heavens of joy, and light serene,
Which nor the rolling Sun has seen,
Where nor the roving Muse has been, she reigns.
That greater traveller! If she roves
A long farewell to all below,
Farewell to all that sense can show,
To golden scenes, and flowery fields,
To all the worlds that Fancy builds,
And all that poets know.
Now the swift transports of the mind If with bold attempt she sings
Leave the fluttering Muse behind, Of the biggest mortal things,
A thousand loose Pindaric plumes fly scattering
down the wind.
Among the clouds I lose my breath,
The rapture grows too strong:
The feeble powers that Nature gave
Faint and drop downward to the grave. And sweeps the crimson surge, or scours the purple Receive their fall, thou treasurer of Death; Still I attend her as she flies,
I will no more demand my tongue, Round the broad globe, and all beneath the skies. Till the gross organ well retin'd [mind, But when from the meridian star
Can trace the boundless Aights of an unfetter'd
And raise an equal song.
The Muse ascends her heavenly car, [divine.
THE FOLLOWING POEMS OF THIS BOOK ARE PECULIARLY Then she leaves my fluttering mind
THE HAZARD OF LOVING THE CREATURES.
Where-e'er my flattering passions rove,
I find a lurking snare;
'Tis dangerous to let loose our love O why is Piety so weak,
Beneath th' Eternal Fair. And yet the Muse so strong?
Souls whom the tie of friendship binds, When shall these hateful fetters break
And partners of our blood, That have confin'd me long?
Seize a large portion of our minds,
And leave the less for God.
Nature has soft but powerful bands,
And Reason she controls; Paint are the efforts of my will,
While children with their little hands And mortal passion charms my soul astray.
Hang closest to our souls.
Thoughtless they act th' old Serpent's part; Now I can fix my thoughts above,
Amidst their flattering charms,
Till the dear Lord that hath my love And draw it off from thee!
Shall call me to his arms. Our hasty wills rush blindly on
So Gabriel, at his King's command, Where rising passion rolls,
From yon celestial hill, And thus we make our fetters strong
Walks downward to our worthless land, To bind our slavish souls.
His soul points upward still. Dear Sovereign, break these fetters off,
He glides along my mortal things, And set our spirits free;
Without a thought of love, God in himself is bliss enough,
Fulfils his task, and spreads his wings For we have all in thee.
To reach the realms above.
MEDITATION IN A GROVE.
DESIRING TO LOVE CHRIST.
Come, let me love: or is thy mind
Sweet Muse, descend and bless the shade,
And bless the evening grove;
And every care, but love.
Mine is a purer flame;
With her unhallow'd name.
My hopes, my fears, my joys:
Shall still command my voice.
Shall flock around my song,
Sound from a mortal tongue.
And hold the falling floods, While Silence sits on every bough,
And bends the listening woods.
And every wounded tree
That Jesus died for me.
Inscrib'd on all the grove, That Heaven itself came down, and bled
To win a mortal's love.
THE HEART GIVEN AWAY.
THE FAIREST AND THE ONLY BELOPED.
If there are passions in my soul,
(And passions sure they be) Now they are all at thy control,
My Jesus, all for thee.
In hearts so hard as mine,
For all my love is thine.
Allure my eyes in vain:
Ne'er to return again.
To all that Earth can boast;
For vanity and dust.
Honour to that diviner ray
From every mortal fair;
Die at the morning star.
And fit to be ador'd,
Harmonious in my Lord.
And bloom upon his face ; A thousand arrows from his eyes Shoot through my heart with dear surprise,
And guard around the place.
All Nature's art shall never cúre
Then I could lose successive souls The heavenly pains I found,
Fast as the minutes fly; And 'tis beyond all Beauty's power
So billow after billow rolls
To kiss the shore, and die.
But charms so much divine
The substance of the following copy, and many of What Heaven has join'd shall never part, And Jesus must be mine.
the lines, were sent me by an esteemed friend, In vain the envious shades of night,
Mr. W. Nokes, with a desire that I would form Or flatteries of the day,
them into a Pindaric ode; but I retained his Would reil his image from my sight,
lest I should too much alter his sense.
A SIGHT OF CHRIST.
Angels of light, your God and King surround, Through all my veins,
With noble songs; in his exalted flesh And, floating round the crimson stream,
He claims your worship: while his saints on Earth Still finds him at my heart.
Bless their Redeemer-God with humble tongues.
Angels with lofty honours crown his head;
We bowing at his feet, by faith, may feel
His distant influence, and confess his love.
Once I beheld his face, when beams divine
Broke from his eye-lids, and unusual light Let all my remnant-minutes pass;
Wrapt me at once in glory and surprise. Grant, thou Everlasting Fair,
My joyful heart high leaping in my breast Grant my soul a mansion there:
With transport cried, “ This is the Christ of God; My soul aspires to see thy face
Then threw my arms around in sweet embrace, Though life should for the vision pay;
And clasp'd, and bow'd adoring low, till I was lost in So rivers run to meet the sea,
While he appears, no other charms can hold [him. And lose their nature in th' embrace.
Or draw my soul, asham'd of former things,
Which no remembrance now deserve or name,
Though with contempt; best in oblivion hid.
But the bright shine and presence soon withdrews Exult, and spread their powers abroad.
I sought him whorn I love, but found him not; Not all the glittering things on high
I felt his absence; and with strongest cries Can make my Heaven if thou remove;
Proclaim'd,“ Where Jesus is not, all is vain” I shall be tird, and long to die;
Whether I hold him with a full delight, Life is a pain without thy love:
Or seek him panting with extreme desire, Who could ever bear to be
'Tis he alone can please my wondering soul; Curst with immortality
To hold or seek him is my only choice.
If he refrain on me to cast his eye
With sweet reflection on the peaceful cross,
Gasping and dying there
This sight I ne'er can lose, by it I live: Can pay the mighty debt of love
A quickening virtue from his death inspir’d I owe to Christ my God:
Is life and breath to me; his fesh my food; With pangs which none but he could feel,
His vital blood I drink, and hence my strength. He brought my guilty soul from Hell: Not the first seraph's tongue can tell
I live, I'm strong, and now eternal life The value of his blood.
Beats quick within my breast; my vigorous mind Kindly he seiz'd me in his arms,
Spurns the dull Earth, and on her fiery wings
Reaches the mount of purposes divine, From the false world's pernicious charms
Counsels of peace betwixt th’ Almighty Three With force divinely sweet.
Conceir'd at once, and sigu'd without debate, Had I ten thousand lives my own,
In perfect union of th' Eternal Mind. At his demand,
With vast amaze I see th' unfathum'd thoughts, With cheerful hand,
Infinite schemes, and infinite designs I'd pay the vital treasure down
Of God's own heart, in which he ever rests. In bourly tributes at his feet.
my view; But, Saviour, let me taste thy grace
Here the Beginning and the End of all With every fleeting breath;
I can discover; Christ the End of all, And through that Heaven of pleasure pass
And Christ the great Beginning; he my Head, To the cold arms of Death;
My God, my Glory, and my All in All.