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Melisfan, sacred and recluse to Ceres,
Studious to have their offerings well received,
And fit for heavenly use, from little urns
Pour streams select, and purity of waters.

lö! Apollo, mighty king, let Envy
Ill-judging and verbofe, from Lethe's lake
Draw tuns unmeasurable ; while thy favour
Administers to my ambitious thirst
The wholesome draught from Aganippe's spring
Genuine, and with soft murmurs gently rilling
Adown the mountains where thy daughters haunt..

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A PARAPHRASE ON THE THIRTEENTH CHAPTER OF

THE FIRST EPISTLE TO THE CORINTHIANS.

D ID sweeter founds adorn my flowing tongue,

Than ever man pronounc'd, or angels fung;
Had I all knowledge, human and divine,
That thought can reach, or science can define ;
And had I power to give that knowledge birth,
In all the fpeeches of the babbling eartk ;
Did Shadrach's zeal my glowing breast inspiregi
To weary tortures, and rejoice in fire ;
Or had I faith like that which Ifrael faw. .
When Moses gave them miracles and law :
Yet, gracious Charity! indulgent guest,
Were not thy power exerted in my breast, :
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Those speeches would send up unheeded prayer ;
That fcorn of life would be but wild despair;
A tymbal's found were better than my voice ;
My faith were form, my eloquence were noise.

Charity, decent, modeft, easy, kind,
Softens the high, and rears the abject mind,
Knows with just reins and gentle hand to guide
Betwixt vile shame and arbitrary pride.
Not foon provok’d, she easily forgives;
And much she suffers, as she much believes.
Soft peace she brings where-ever she arrives ;
She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives;
Lays the rough paths of peevish nature even,
And opens in each heart a little heaven.

Each other gift, which God on man bestows,
Its proper bound and due restriction knows;
To one fixt purpose dedicates its power,
And, finishing its act, exists no more.
Thus, in obedience to what Heaven decrees,
Knowledge shall fail, and prophecy shall cease ;
But lasting Charity's more ample sway,
Nor bound by time, nor subject to decay,
In happy triumph shall for ever live,
And endless good diffuse, and endless praise receive.

As, through the artist's intervening glass, Our eye observes the distant planets pass, A little we discover, but allow That more remains unseen, than art can show : So, whilst our mind its knowledge would improve (Its feeble eye intent on things above),

High as we may, we lift our reason up,
By Faith directed, and confirm’d by Hope :
Yet we are able only to survey
Dawning of beams, and promises of day.
Heaven's fuller effluence mocks our dazzled fight;
Too great its swiftness, and too strong its light.

But soon the mediate clouds shall be dispell’d;
The sun shall soon be face to face beheld,
In all his robes, with all his glory on,
Seated sublime on his meridian throne.

Then constant Faith and holy Hope shall die, One lost in certainty, and one in joy : Whilst thou, more happy power, fair Charity, Triumphant fifter, greatest of the three, Thy office and thy nature still the same, Lasting thy lamp, and unconsum'd thy flame, Shalt still surviveShalt ftand before the host of heaven confest, For ever blessing, and for ever blest.

CUPID IN A M B U S H.

IT oft' to many has successful been,

Upon his arm to let his mistress lean, Or with her airy fan to cool her heat, Or gently squeeze her knees, or press her feet. All public sports, to favour young desire, With opportunities like this conspire.

Ev'n where his skill the gladiator shows,
With human blood where the Arena flows ;
There oftentimes Love's quiver-bearing boy
Prepares his bow and arrows to destroy :
While the spectator gazes on the fight,
And sees them wound each other with delight;
While he his pretty mistress entertains,
And wagers with her who the conquest gains ;
Slily the God takes aim, and hits his heart,
And in the wounds he sees he bears his parte

INGRAVED ON A COLUMN IN THE CHURCH OF HAL

STEAD IN ESSEX ;

THE SPIRE OF WHICH, BURNT DOWN BY LIGHTNING, WAS REBUILT AT THE EXPENCE OF MR. SAMUEL

FISKE, 1717.

V IEW not this spire by measure given

To buildings rais’d by common hands :
That fabrick rises high as heaven,

Whose basis on devotion stands.
While yet we draw this vital breath,

We can our Faith and Hope declare ;
But Charity beyond our death

Will ever in our works appear..
Best be he call'd among good men,

Who to his God this. column rais'd:

Thougla Though lightning strike the dome again,

The man, who built it, shall be prais’d;
Yet spires and towers in duft fhall lie,

The weak efforts of human pains;
And Faith and Hope themselves shall dic,

While deathless Charity remains.

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