In whose mysterious form combine The joy and wonder of the realms above ; IV. There fouls releas'd from earth's dark bondage live, And now they foar, and now they dive In that unlimitable deep where thought itself is drown'd. God is their unexhausted theme; Where spirits find their heaven while they are lost in God. V. Hail, holy fouls, no more confin'd To limbs and bones that clog the mind, What do we fee, or learn, or know, But fcenes of various folly, guilt and woe? Enchant the fancy, vex the labouring foul; Beholds the bufy flavery we endure; Nor is our freedom full, or contemplation pure, VI. Reynolds, thou late afcended mind, Employ'd in various thought and tuneful fong, Oh for a wing to rife to thee! When shall my eyes those heavenly wonders fee? VII. Roll on apace, ye spheres fublime, Swift drive thy chariot round, illustrious moon, Hafte, Hafte, all ye twinkling measurers of time, Then fend the convoy down to guard my last remove. Thrice happy world, where gilded toys No more difturb our thoughts, no more pollute our joys! A PARAPHRASE on the CXXXVII. PSALM. W By the fame. I. 7HEN by the flowing brooks we fat, Thoughtless of every chearful air III. Our foes, who made our land their spoil, Our barbarous lords, with haughty tongues, Bid us forget our groans a while, And give a tafte of Zion's fongs. IV. How fhall we fing in heathen lands V. Forbid it heaven! O vile abuse! Zion in dust forbids it too: Shall Shall hymns infpir'd for facred use O let my tongue grow dry, and cleave If I thy facred rites profane, 'Twas Edom bid the conqu'ring foe, As thou haft fpar'd nor fex nor age, May fome bless'd hand, infpir'd with rage, Dash thy young babes, and tinge the stones. DAVID'S LAMENTATION over Saul and Jonathan, 2 Sam. i. 19, &c. By the fame. I. NHAPPY day! diftreffing fight! UNHAPP Ifrael, the land of heaven's delight, How is thy ftrength, thy beauty fled! On the high places of the fight Behold thy princes fall'n, thy fons of victory dead. II. Ne'er be it told in Gath, nor known Among the streets of Askelon : How will Philiftia's youth rejoice And triumph in our shame, And girls with weak unhallow'd voice Chant the dishonours of the Hebrew name! III. Moun To III. Mountains of Gilboa, let no dew Twas there (ah base reproach and scandal of the day !). As tho' the prophet's horn had never shed IV. The fword of Saul had ne'er till now Awoke to war in vain, Nor Jonathan withdrawn his bow, Where truth and honour mark'd their way, V. Graceful in arms and great in war With gems bofoms How are the princes funk in death !! gay There my own Jonathan refign'd his breath : He loft his honours and his blood :, Oh execrable arm that gave the mortal wound! My VII. My Jonathan, my better part, My brother, and (that dearer name) my friend, How pleasant was thy love to me! No dangers cou'd thy fteady foul remove : The dying friend runs cold thro' every vein. How thick my woes arife? where will my forrows end? VIII. Unhappy day! diftreffing fight! Ifrael, the land of heaven's delight, war, In rude confufion spread, A lamentable rout o'er all th' inglorious plain. THOUGHTS and MEDITATIONS in a long The Hurry of the Spirits in a Fever and nervous Y frame of nature is a ruffled fea, MY And my disease the tempeft. Nature feels A ftrange commotion to her inmost centre; The throne of reafon fhakes. "Be ftill, my thoughts; The peaceful word, my spirit strives in vain Un |