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To form in thee a fair harmonious being ;
When languid dullness shall invade thy frame,
The vital warmth forsake the quivering limbs,
Mists gather round the eye, and the light breath
Escape, to mingle with the ambient air;
Thou dieft: nor can th' officious hand of mortals
Attune thy parts to pristine harmony.
If thou art simple fubstance, and my with
Be crown'd with Truth's decision, thy existence
Will triumph o'er the flight of endless time :
Yet, doubt awakens fear; the swelling tide
Of dark suspicion rises :-how can substance,
Not cloth'd in form, not resident in space,
Or feel, or flourish, or with vigour move ?
Whence rises thy unsuitable alliance
With the gross body ? Reason, less astonish'd,
Will view heaven join'd to earth, serpents to birds,
Or bleating lambs to ocean's scaly brood.
When time shall loose thee from thy carnal prison,
The active powers of fense will all desert thee:
Should ev’n grim Death unbar his iron gate,
To set thee free --what boots thy liberty?
If, robb’d of sense, thou fliest in space unbounded,
Thinner than air, or evanescent shade?

Alas! obedient to great Nature's law,
The sun displays his orient beam, or sinks
Beneath the western ocean; whilst the moon
Her swelling crescent fills; each lucid ftar,
Loft in the fiercer blaze of golden day,

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At night with diamond-lustre spangles heaven. The lowly children of the genial earth, The verdant turf, the painted family Of flowers; whom Winter's icy hand had nipp'd, Quick, at the call of Zephyr's gentle voice, Raise their fair heads above the waving grass; Whilft MAN,--the lordly sovereign of the world, Whose soul aspires to great and glorious deeds, If once life's fleeting spring and vigorous youth Are pass’d, decays; nor does the general law Of Nature raise him to th' æthereal realms, Nor the cold prison of the tomb unbar. Yet, that repose is never broke by cares: There grief, disease, and anger, and revenge, Pain with her scourge, and av'rice ever-craving, Discord, that madly wields her blood-stain'd sword, And hunger prompting ill, and want in rags, And hatred, or that deadly foe to virtue The green-eyed envy, or deceit, whose face Wears the insidious mask,--dare not intrude: But night with friendly gloom enwraps the scene, And placid Sleep waves slow his dulky wings.

Let Patience then assist thee, to sustain The lot, which Nature and all-conquering Fate Impose. The globe, and all that it contains, Will sink in Chaos' wide-devouring gulf: Even he, whose fiery front illumes the earth, Fate's heavy hand will feel, like hapless man: Old age will bow him down; his hoary steeds Vol. I. Hh

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Will drag laboriously his fluggish car,
His hand still trembling as he guides the reins :
Time will bedim the lustre of the stars,
Nay, glory only lives a few, short years,
Like the frail column that records its triumphs.
The Mufe and Virtue long shall brave the shocks
That lay the world in ruins; yet o’er them
Her dusky veil will late Oblivion fling.

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Thus does rafh Error, wearing Truth's fair garb,
Deceive, and we're misled by her false light.
But reason tells thee, Offspring of the Skies,
That thou shalt ever shine; thy heavenly Frame
Smiles at grim Death, and night's funereal shades,
And promises eternal years of joy.
Hence thy prophetic power, thy eager glance,
That reads the volume of futurity:
Hence thy regard for Virtue, and that awe
Of dread Omnipotence;--the rapid thought,
That flies with swiftness of the forked flash
Where'er thy fancy bids, o'erleaping oft
The flaming confines of the universe.
Thou wast not form’d of mix’d, discordant parts,
But simple art, mov'd by internal springs.
Ignoble matter, void of sense and motion,
Boasts not fuch wondrous faculties as thine.
Either thro' ages thou shalt still survey
The wreck of worlds-or Fortune blind produc'd
This nether globe; than which no impious thought
Was ever more remote from Reason's rule.

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Survey th' expanse of earth, the starry sky, The flowery fields, and ocean's waves immense: Nature for Thee unlocks the earth's gay treasures, For Thee suspends the twinkling lamps on high, Leads on the crystal stream in mazy course, And paints the vernal mead with purple flowers.

When light primeval chas'd the murky shades, And the unwearied sun began his course; When fruitful earth, and circumambient air, The ocean, and the ever-flowing ftreams Receiv'd their first inhabitants, and bliss Devoid of reason crown'd their favour'd birth; Th’ Almighty Power survey'd his fair creation With looks that spoke ineffable delight. To crown his works, he breath'd the plastic word, And bade the soul exist.-Thou at his bidding Stood'st forth, and lo! these gracious sounds were

heard. " Fair offspring, image of th' eternal Mind! " Seek earthly habication; in a frame “ Lovely refide, thyself a lovelier guest. " Remember well thine origin; that thou, “ From heaven departing, shalt to heaven return : « O’er thee no power can vaunting Death exert, • E'en tho' loud threats he mutter, or distain “ His way with carnage; or with griefly front “ And pointed dart appal a trembling world.” He said and, to confirm his high behest, Loud thunders rolld, and tremor seiz'd the earth, нь 2

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Hence, soon as Death's chill grasp hath loos’d the

bands Of mortal life, th’ æthereal mind to heaven Spreads its fair wing, and seeks its native realms; There, veil'd in light, ic joins th' angelic choirs; Reviews those hallow'd seats, which neither storms Sadden, nor thunder's bellowing din alarms, Nor winter's snow, nor the wide-wasting fire Of Sirius can approach; nor blustering winds, Nor clouds' dark shade deform the face of day, But Love instead,—whose darts no venom know,Lights his pure lamp; whilft Concord his compeer, Pleasure, and Innocence, and placid Joy, Fill up

the train; than which a groupe more fair Nor stands confess’d to Poets as they dream, Nor danc'd the jocund round in Eden's bowers,

But, if th' infection of unhallow'd Vice Should reach the soul, and with destructive taint Her pinions stain, and ruffle her fair plumage; No blest return to an immortal home Awaits her; down the headlong steep of darkness, Th'infernal whirlwind drives, where many an age Exild and indigent, to grief a prey, Self-doom'd lhe roams, a melancholy ghoft

Heir of immortal climes ! of highest heayen, The genial progeny! whose inward eye - Discerns the bounds that sever right from wrong; Canst thou, with tame servility, become

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