IV. On, on, the task is eafy now and light, And thou with eafe thy feat wilt view, Not held by things below, and help'd by thofe above. But fee to what new region am I come, Ah! who would fuch fweet blifs refign VI. A good retrieve? but lo, while thus I fpcak Strike ftrongly on my feeble fight, Stop here my foul, thou canst not bear more blifs, L The RESIGNATION. By an unknown hand. I. ON G have I view'd, long have I thought, And held with trembling hands this bitter draught; 'Twas now just to my lips apply'd, Nature fhrunk back, and all my courage dy'd: But now refolv'd and firm I'll be, Since, Lord, 'tis mingled and held up by thee. 89 II. I'll truft my great physician's skill; Since 'tis thy pleasure, Lord, it fhall be mine. Thy medicine puts me to great fmart, I must and will thy fovereign touch endure : IV. Since 'tis thy fentence I fhould part My heart itself as its delight, is thine; Thou gav'ft a greater gift, thy fon, to me. V. He left true blifs and joys above, More good than he from me can ever take; He took, and did at last ev'n that refign. VI. Take all, great God, I will not grieve, Α' The WARNING. LL you who leap religion's facred fence, Whofs Whofe impious breaft fome hellifh fiend infpires! Who with loud oaths, and curses rend the sky, WH The VANITY of the WORLD. By a young Lady. 7HAT if ferenely bleft, with calms I swam, Pactolus, in thy golden fanded stream; Not all the wealth, that lavish chance cou'd give, My foul from death cou'd one short hour reprieve; When from my heart the wand'ring life must move, No cordial all my ufelefs gold wou'd prove. What tho' i plung'd in joys fo deep and wide, 'Twou'd tire my thoughts to reach the distant fide; Fancy itself 'twou'd tire to plumb the abyss, If I for an uncertain leafe of this Sold the fair hope of an eternal bliss. What if invested with the roval state Of darling queens, ador'd by kings I fat; Yet when my trembling foul diflodg'd wou'd be; No room of state within the grave for me. What if my youth in wit, and beauty's bloom Shou'd promife many a flattering year to come; Tho' death fhou'd pafs the beauteous flourisher, Advancing time wou'd all its glories marr. What if the mufes loudly fang my fame, The barren mountains echoing with my name, An envious puff might blast the rifing pride, And all its bright confpicuous luftre hide. If o'er my relicks monument they raife, Tell me, O thou whom my foul loves, where thou feedeft, where thou caufeft thy flocks to reft at noon. Cant. i. 7. By Mrs. Rowe. I. Lovelier to my ravish'd eyes Much dearer than the light I view, II. Eternal treasure of my heart, Thou do'ft at noon remove. III. Oh tell me where, by chryftal ftreams, And in what fruitful meadows they IV. For thee I languish all the day, For thee I hourly pine, As flow'rs that want the chearing fun V. Ah why from my impatient eyes Whilst I in vain in lonely fhades And And tho after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my fleh I fhall fee God. Job xix. 26. WHAT By a young Lady. 1. 'HAT tho' my foul, rent from the close embrace Of this material confort, take her flight, (Exil'd the confines of her native place) And leave these eyes clos❜d in a difmal night ? II. Tho' in the gloomy regions of the grave That tedious night fhall a bright morning have, My foul fhall then refume her old abode, Altho' refolv'd into my native dust, In Praife of VIRTUE. By Mr. Tate. For a quill drawn from an angel's wing! I've wealth can ne'er be loft, and charms will ne'er decay? And joy's pure ftreams uninterrupted flow. Not |