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In whose mysterious form combine
Created glories and divine :
And now they soar, 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 how,
Employ'd in various thought and tuneful song,
And bid me join th' harmonious throng?
Oh for a wing to rise to thee!
Haíte, all ye twinkling mcafurers 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 succeed 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 fame.
The brooks of Babylon the proud;
II. Thoughtless of every chearful air
(For grief had all our harps unstrung)
Our barbarous lords, with haughty tongues,
Our holy songs to ears profane ?
Zion in dust forbids it too:
Shall hymns inspir'd for sacred ule
Fast to my mouth in silence still;
My fingers of their tuneful skill;
If I thy sacred rites profane,
O Salem, or thy dust despise ; If I indulge one chearful strain, Till I shall see thy towers arise.
Down with thy tow'rs, and raze thy walls :
Deaf to our infant's dying groans,
Dash thy young babes, and tinge the stones.
DAVID's LAMENTATIO N over Saul and Jona
than, 2 Sam. i. 19, &c. By the same.
Ifrael, the land of heaven's delight,
On the high places of the fight
And triumph in our shame,
And girls with weak unhallow'd voice Chant the dishonours of the Hebrew name!
Nor golden ranks of harvest stand To grace the altar, or to feed the land.
'Twas in those inauspicious fields
Judean heroes lost their shields : 'Twas there (ah base reproach and scandal of the day !)
Thy shield, O Saul, was cast away,
Awoke to war in vain,
Without an army slain.
Were Jonathan and Saul,
And thousands share their fall.
Fall’n on the shameful ground !
On the high places where he stood,
He lost his honours and his blood :,
Amazing passion, strong and free!
To name my joys, awakes my pain ;
The broken bow, the fhiver'd spear,
In rude confufion spread,
THOUGHTS and MEDITATIONS in a long
Sickness, 1712 and 1713. By the fame.
The Hurry of the Spirits in a Fever and nervous
Y frame of nature is a ruffled sea,
And my disease the tempeft. Nature feels