ENGLISHED. On Saint Ardalio, who from a Stage-player became a Christian, and suffered Martyrdom. ARDALIO jeers, and in his comic strains The mysteries of our bleeding God profanes, While his loud laughter shakes the painted scenes. Heaven heard, and straight around the smoking throne Mercy stood near, and with a smiling brow Calmed the loud thunder, "There's no need of you; Grace shall descend, and the weak man subdue." Grace leaves the skies, and he the stage forsakes, "So goes the comedy of life away; Vain earth, adieu! heaven will applaud to-day; The following Poems of this Book are peculiarly THE HAZARD OF LOVING THE CREATURES. WHERE'ER my flutt'ring passions rove, I find a lurking snare; Souls whom the tie of friendship binds, And partners of our blood, And leave the less for God. Nature has soft but powerful bands, And reason she controls; While children with their little hands Hang closest to our souls. Different ages have their different airs and fashions of writing. It was much more the fashion of the age, when these poems were written, to treat of Divine subjects in the style of Solomon's Song than it is at this day, which will afford some apology for the writer in his younger years. [The Editor has, in this portion of the volume, liberally availed himself of the right of omission which his plan afforded him. In excluding a considerable number of those metrical imitations of the mystic divines which follow in former editions, he believes he is consulting a principle more entitled to respect than the taste peculiar to any single age. Pure as was the mind of Dr. Watts-and its purity was equal to the lucid clearness of his stylehe has, in many of these pieces, made so bold a use of the sensible imagery proper to amatory verse, that while the unspiritual reader is apt to linger, if not finally to rest, in the mere external sense, there is no small danger, at least in these times, lest the more pious and refined should experience a feeling bordering on disgust.] Thoughtless they act th' old serpent's part; Lord, how they twine about our heart, Our hasty wills rush blindly on And thus we make our fetters strong Dear Saviour, break these fetters off, THE HEART GIVEN AWAY. IF love, that pleasing power, can rest Come, gentle Saviour, to my breast, Let the gay world, with treacherous art, I have convey'd away my heart, I feel my warmest passions dead Now I can fix my thoughts above, So Gabriel, at his King's command, Flies downward to our worthless land, He glides along by mortal things, Without a thought of love, Fulfils his task, and spreads his wings, To reach the realms above. MUTUAL LOVE STRONGER THAN DEATH. MUTUAL LOVE NOT the rich world of minds above Can pay the mighty debt of love I owe to Christ my God: With pangs which none but he could feel He brought my guilty soul from hell: Not the first seraph's tongue can tell Kindly he seiz'd me in his arms, From the false world's pernicious charms With force divinely sweet; Had I ten thousand lives my own, At his demand. With cheerful hand, I'd pay the vital treasure down In hourly tributes at his feet. But, Saviour, let me taste thy grace And through that heaven of pleasure pass Fast as the minutes fly; So billow after billow rolls To kiss the shore, and die. LOVE ON A CROSS, AND A THRONE. Now let my faith grow strong, and rise, Look back to hear his dying cries, Then mount and see his throne above. See where he languish'd on the cross, If I behold his bleeding heart, There love in floods of sorrow reigns, He triumphs o'er the killing smart, Or if I climb th' eternal hills Where the dear Conqueror sits enthron'd, Still in his heart compassion dwells, N |