V. Why does the constant fun With measur'd steps his radiant journies run? To leave earth's other part, and rise in ours? Love the just limits of its proper fphere? With prudent harmony combine VI. Man does with dangerous curiofity These unfathom'd wonders try: With fancied rules and arbitrary laws Matter and motion he restrains; And ftudied lines and fictious circles draws: Lord of his new hypothefis he reigns. He reigns: how long? till fome ufurper rife ; That all his predeceffor's rules Were empty cant, all jargon of the schools; C 3 That That he on t'other's ruin rears his throne; And thows his friend's mistake, and thence confirms his own. VII. On earth, in air, amidst the feas and skies, (That feeble engine of his reasoning war, Which guides his doubts, and combats his despair), Can tell us whence all beings are, and how they move and live. Through either ocean, foolish man! That pregnant word fent forth again, Might to a world extend each atom there; For every drop call forth a fea, a heaven for every star. VIII. Let cunning earth her fruitful wonders hide; And only lift thy ftaggering reafon up To trembling Calvary's aftonifh'd top; Then mock thy knowledge, and confound thy pride, Then Then down with all thy boafted volumes, down ; Only referve the Sacred One: Low, reverently low, Make thy ftubborn knowledge bow; Weep out thy Reafon's and thy body's eyes; To look to Heaven, be blind to all below. IX. Then Faith, for Reafon's glimmering light, fhall give Her immortal perspective; And Grace's prefence Nature's lofs retrieve : Then thy enliven'd soul shall see, That all the volumes of Philofophy, With all their comments, never could invent, So politic an inftrument, To reach the Heaven of Heavens, the High Abode,',' Where Mofes places his myfterious God, As was the ladder which old Jacob rear'd, When light divine had human darkness clear'd; And his enlarg'd ideas found the road, Confiderations on Part of the 88th PS AL M.. I. H EAVY, O Lord, on me thy judgements lie, Accurft I am, while God rejects my cry. O'erwhelm'd in darkness and despair I groan; And every place is hell; for God is gone. C 4 O! Lord, arife, and let thy beams controul II. Downward I haften to my deftin'd place; Thou that art the God of Power. III. Behold the prodigal! to thee I come, To the Rev. Dr. F. TURNER, Bishop of ELY; who had advised a Tranflation of PRUDENTIUS. IF poets, ere they cloath'd their infant thought, And the rude work to just perfection brought, Did still some god, or godlike man invoke, Whofe mighty name their facred filence broke: Your Your goodnefs, Sir, will eafily excuse, Who, with your bleffing would your aid implore, From your fair pattern she would strive to write, And make the Muse and her endeavours live ; Let every fong begin and end with you : Where the Saints' palm and Mufes' laurel grow; A PASTORA L. To the Bishop of ELY; on his Departure from Cambridge. DAMON. ELL, dear Alexis, tell thy Damon, why TE Doft thou in mournful shades obscurely lie? Why |