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Hence, all ye impious slaves, that bow To idol lusts, or aitars raise, And to false heroes give fantastic praise! And hence, ye gods, who to a crime your spurious beinks owe' But hear, O Heaven, and Earth, and Seas profound ! Hear, ye fathom'd Deeps below, And let your echoing vaults repeat the sound; Let Nature, trembling all around, Attend her Master's awful name, From whom Heaven, Earth, and Seas, and all the wide Creation came.
He spoke the great command; and Light, Heaven's eldest-born and fairest child, Flash'd in the lowering face of ancient Night, And, pleas'd with its own birth, serenely simil’d. The sons of Morming, on the wing, Hovering in choirs, his praises sung, When, from the unbounded vacuous space, A beauteous rising World they saw, When Nature show'd her yet unfinish'd face, And Motion took th” establish’d law To roll the various globes on high; When Time was taught his infant wings to try, And from the barrier sprung to his appointed race.
Supreme, Almighty, still the same ! 'Tis he, the great inspiring Mind, That animates and moves this universal frame, Present at once in all, and by no place confin'd. Not Heaven itself can bound his sway; Beyond th' untravell'd limits of the sky, Invisible to mortal eye, He dwells in uncreated day. Without beginning, without end; 'tis he That fills th’ unmeasur'd growing orb of vast immensity.
what power but his can rule the changeful Main, And wake the skeping Storin, or its loud rage restrain : When Winds their gather'd forces try, And the chaf’d Ocean proudly swells in vain, His voice reclaims th’ impetuous roar; In murmuring tides th’ abated billows fly, And the spent tempest dies upon the shore. The meteor world is his, Heaven's wintry stere, The moulded hail, the feather'd snow; The summer breeze, the soft refreshing shower, The loose divided cloud, and many-colour'd bow; The crooked lightning darts around, His sovereign orders to fulfil; The shooting flame obeys th' Eternal will, Launch'd from his hand, instructed where to kill, Or rive the mountain oak, or blast th' unshelter'd
Yet, pleas'd to bless, indulgent to supply, He, with a father's tender care, Supports the numerous family That peoples earth, and sea, and air. From Nature's giant race, th’ enormous elephant, Ikown to the insect worm and creeping ant; From th' eagle, sovereign of the sky, . To each inferior feather'd brood ; From crowns and purple majesty, To humble shepherds on the plain, He hand unseen, divides to all their food, Aid the whole world of life sustains. ,
At one wide view his eye surveys His works, in every distant cline; He shifts the seasons, months, and days, The short-liv'd offspring of revolving Time; By turns they die, by turns are born. Now cheerful Spring the circle leads, And strows with flowers the smiling meads; Gay Summer next, whom russet robes adorn, And waving fields of yellow corn; Then Autumn, who with lavish stores the lap of Nature spreads; Decrepit Winter, laggard in the dance, (Like feeble Age oppress'd with pain) A heavy season does maintain, With driving snows, and winds, and rain; Till Spring, recruited to advance, The various year rolls round again.
But who, thou great Ador'd! who can withstand The terrours of thy lifted hand, When, long provok'd, thy wrath awakes, And conscious Nature to her centre shakes? Rais'd by thy voice, the thunder flies, Hurling pale Fear and wild Confusion round, How dreadful is th' inimitable sound, The shock of Earth and Seas, and labour of the Skies! Then where's Ambition's haughty crest? Where the gay head of wanton Pride? See tyrants fall, and wish the opening ground. Would take them quick to shades of rest, And in their common parent's breast, From thee, their bury'd forms for ever hide? In vain—for all the elements conspire, The shatter'd Earth, the rushing Sea, Tempestuous Air, and raging Fire, To punish vile mankind, and fight for thee; Nor Death itself can intercept the blow, Eternal is the guilt, and without end the woe,
O Cyrus' Alexander! Julius' all
Proceed, my Muse! Time's wasting thread pursue,
How will youthen, ye impious, 'scape your doom,
But see where the mild Sovereign sits prepar'd
TO MR. ADDISON, on his traCedy of CAT0.
Though Cato shines in Virgil's epic song,
On Tyber's bank thy thought was first inspir’d;
'Tis done—the hero lives and charms our 'age!
(Methinks I see the laurel'd shade appear!)
In her that animates these lines, we view
Had she been born ally'd to Cato's name,
SERENATA FOR TWO VOICES,
Wake th' harmonious voice and string,
Now Hymen at the altar stands,
Dividium facti, qui coepit, habet. Sapere aude:
To-Morrow cheats us all. Why dost thou stay
| Will all ere long be past—Fool not to know
Then look, Eliza, happy saint, look down! Pause from immortal joys awhile To hear, and gracious, with a smile, The dedicated numbers own; say, how in thy life's scanty space, So short a space, so wondrous bright, Bright as a summer's day, short as a summer's night, Čould'st thou find room for every crowded grace? As if thy thrifty soul foreknew, Like a wise envoy, Heaven's intent, Soon to recall whom it had sent, And all its task resolv’d at once to do. Or wert thou but a traveller below, That hither didst awhile repair, Curious our customs and our laws to know 7 And, sickening in our grosser air, And tird of vain repeated sights, Our foolish cares, our false delights, Back to thy native seats would'st go Oh! since to us thou wilt no more return, Permit thy friends, the faithful few, who best thy numerous virtues knew, Themselves, not thce, to Inouril.
Now, pensive Muse, enlarge thy flight! (By turns the pensive Muses love The hilly heights and shady grove) Behold where, swelling to the sight, Balls, a fair structure, graceful stands! And from yon verdant rising brow Sees Hertford's ancient town, and lands, Where Nature's hand, in slow meanders, leads The Lee's clear stream its course to flow Through flowery vales, and moistem'd meads, And far around in beauteous prospects spreads Her map of plenty all below. 'Twas hero—and sacred be the spot of earth! Eliza's soul, born first above, Descended to an humbler birth, - And with a mortal's frailties strove. So, on some towering peak that meets the sky, When missive Seraphs downward fly, They stop, and for awhile alight, Put of their rays celestial-bright, Then take sounc milder form familiar to our “Y”
swiftly her infant virtues grew : water'd by Heaven's peculiar care, Her morning bloon was doubly fair, Like Summer's day-break, when we see The fresh-dropp'd stores of rosy dow * * (Transparent beauties of the dawn) $pread v'cr the grass their cobweb-lawp,
Or hang moist pearls on every tree. Pleas'd with the lovely sight, awhile Her friends behold, and joyful smile, Northink the Sun's exhaling ray Will change the scene ere noon of day, Dry up the glistering drops, and draw those dews away.
Yet first, to fill her orb of life, Behold, in each relation dear, The pious saint, the duteous child appear, The tender sister, and the faithful wife. Alas! but must one circlet of the year Unite in bliss, in grief divide The destin'd bridegroom and the bride? Stop, generous youth, the gathering tear, That, as you read these lines or hear, Perhaps may start, and seem to say, “That short-liv'd year was but a day!” Forbear—nor fruitless sorrowings now cmploy, Think she was lent awhile, not given, (Such was th’ appointed will of Heaven) Then, grateful, call that year an age of virtuous Joy.
AN ALLUSION TO HOR.1CE.
Book I. ode xxii.
raiNTED At the BREAKING OUT OF THE REB Ellion 1N The Year 1715.
The man that loves his king and nation,