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P. 42. That moly cannot cure.

Heu miserande puer, siqua fata aspera rumpas,

Tu Marcellus eris
Mercury is said to have presented inoly to
Ulysses to preserve him from the charins of Sed nox atra caput tristi circumvolat umbra.

Virg. En. Lib. vi.
Circe. Homer's Odyss. Lib. X.
Thus while he spoke, the sovereign plant he drew,
Where on th’all-bearing Earth unmark'd it grew.
And show'd its Nature and its wondrous pow'r;
Black was the root, but milky white the flow'r:
Moly the name.


BOOK III. Laudatissima herbarum est Homero, quam vo- When I waited for light there came darkness. cari a diis putat moly, & inventionem ejus Mer- My skin is black upon me; and my bones are curio assignat, contraque summa veneficia de

burnt with heat. monstrat, &c. Plinius, Lib. xxv. c. 4. My harp is also turned to mourning. Job. P. 43. From Phalaris's bull, &c.

ARGUMENT. Amongst several instruments of torment that Phalaris caused to be contrived, there was a bul Reflections. The progress of the disease. Blinitof brass, in which people being cast, and a fire

Delirious dreams. Remedies for the placed under it, they bellowed like oxen. Pe

mind: 1. Patience: 2. Hope: 3. Prayer. Hu. rillus the artist, demanding a great reward for his

man aid and relief in sickness: 1. Physie; invention, was put in it himself to try the first

eulogiuin op that science: 2. Friends; digresexperiment. Upon which Pliny makes this good

sion on friendship. natured reflection: Perillum nemo laudat, saviorem Phalaride tyranno, qui taurum fecit, mu- The fair, the bright, the great, alas! are fallin, gitus hominis pollicitus, igne subdito, & primus Nipt in the bloom of beauty, wit, and youth, eum expertus cruciatum justiore savitia, &c.

Death's undistinguish'd prey. Shall I complain Plinius, Lib. xxxiv. c. 8.

(When such th' establish'd ordinance of leav'n) P. 43. deceiv'd Ixion's void embrace. If Sickness at my bosom lay the siege?

A worm to them and to their light a shadle, Ixion being invited to dine with Jupiter fell in

Ungilded with one beam, which melted down love with Juno, and endeavoured to debauch her, The tear fast-trickling o'er their honour'd tombs: who acquainted her husband. He to try lxion

We all must die! Our every pulse that beats, formed a cloud into Juno's likeness, upon which Beats toward eternity, and tolls our door. be satisfied his lust. Hygini Fab. Diador. vi. &c.

Fate reigns in all the portions of the year. P. 43. Orinda,

The fruits of Autumn feed us for discase;

The Winter's raw inclemencies bestow
Mrs. K. Philips, styled the matchless Orinda.

Disease on Death; while Spring, to strew our herse, See her poems in folio. Cowley has two odes Kindly unbosums, weeping in their dews, upon her, in the 2d vol, of his works, 8vo.

Her flow'ry race! and Sumner (kinder still) P. 43. Blooming Killigrew's soft lay.

With the green turf and brambles binds our graves.

But am I wake?, or in Ovidian realms,
See her poems in 4to. Mr. Dryden celebrates

And Circè holds the glass? What odious change her death in an excellent ode. See his works, vol.

What metamorphose strikes the dubious eye? 3d, folio, p. 186. See likewise Wood's Athena Ah, whither is retird the scarlet wave, Oxon. vol. 2d.

(cheek, Mantling with health, which floated through the P. 43. Loyola.

From the strong summer-beam imbib'd? And

The vernal lily's softly-blended bloom? (where Ignatius Loyola, founder of the Jesuits; against

The forehead roughens to the wond'ring hand. whom Mr. Oldham writ those satires, which are

Wide o'er the human-field, the body, spreads the best of his works.

Contagious war, and lays its beauties waste. P. 43. Bononia fatal to our hopes.

As once thy breathing harvest, Cadmus, sprung

Suduen, a serpent-brood! an armed crop Bolognia a city in Italy, the first school of the Of growing chiefs, and fought themselves todzatb. Lombard painters, and a famous university, One black-incrusted bark of gory boils, -Parvique Bononia Rbeni. Silius Ital. Lib. viii. One undistinguish'd blister, from the sole

Of the sore foot, to the head's surer crown. P. 43. And bless'd the Euglish angel as he pass'd- Job's punishment! With patience like his own,

At Bolognia he went by the name of L'Angelo O may I exercise my wounded soul, Inglese. The same compliment seems to have And cast myself upon his healing hand, been paid by that people to our great Milton in Who bruiseth at his will, and maketh whole. bis travels, as we learn by this epigram of a Ah, too, the lustre of the eyes is filed! learned Italian nobleman in the 2d volume of Heavy and dull, their orbs neglect to roll, Milton's poetical works:

lo motionless distortion stili' and fix'd;

Till by the trembling band of watchful age
Ut mens, forma, decor, facies, mos, si pietas sic, (A weeping matron, timorous tv attright,
Non Anglus, verum berc'le Angelus, ipse, fores. And piously fallacious in her care,

Pretending light offensive, aud the Sun)
P. 44. O lamented youth, &c.

Clos'd; and, perhaps, for ever! ne'er again

To open on the sphere, to drink the day, More than a Muse inspire. Momental bliss! Or (worse!) behold lanthe's face divine,

For sudden rapt, the midnight howl of wolves, And wonder o'er her charms.-But yet forbear, The dragon's yell, the lion's roar, astound O dare not murmur; 'tis Heav'n's high behest: My trembling ear. Ha! down a burning mount Tho' darkness through the chambers of the grave I plunge deep, deep: sure Vulcan's shop is here This dust pursue, and death's sad shade involve, Hark, how the anvils thunder round the dens Ere long, the Filial light himself shall shine; Flammivomous! What? are those chains to bind (Tie stars are dust to him, the Sun a shade) This skeleton! the Cyclops must be mad : These very eyes, these tunicles of fiesh,

Those bolts of steel, those adamantine links Ev'n tho' by worms destroy'd, shall see my God, Demand Typhæus' strength to burst.-AwayAnd, seeing, ne'er remember darkness more, Venus and Mars-beware.-In giddy whirls Environ'd with eternity of day.

I ride the blast, and tow'ring through the storm Tho', at their visual entrance, quite shut out Enjoy the palace of the Morn. The Sun E::ternal forms, forbidden, mount the winds, Resigns the reins of Phlegon to my hands: Petire to chaus, or with night commix;

His mane waves fire: he scorches me to dust: Yet, Fancy's mimic work, ten thousand shapes, Avaunt, thou fiend!—I'll burl thee down the deep Antic and wild, rush sweeping o'er my dreams, Of Heav'n, with bolted thunder, and enwrapt Irregular and new; as pain or ease

With forky lightning.–Now staggering I reel, The spirits teach to flow, and in the brain By murderers pursud: my faithless feet Direction diverse hold: gentle and bright Scarce shift their pace: or down rushing amain, As hermits, sleeping in their mossy cells,

I cease to recollect my steps, and roll Lulld by the fall of waters! by the rills

Passive on earth.-Sure, 'twas Astolpho's horn From Heliconian cliffs devolv'd; or where, Pour'd on my ear th' annoying blast: at which, Thy ancient river, Kishon, sacred stream! Rogero trembled, Bradamant grew pale, Soft murinurs on their slumbers: peace within, And into air dissolv'd th' enchanted dome. And conscience, ev'n to ecstasy sublim'd

Now starting from this wilderness of dreams, And beatific vision. Sudden, black,

I wake from fancy'd into real woe. And horrible as murderers; or hags,

Pain empties all her vials on my head, Their lease of years spun out, and bloody bond And steeps me o'er and o'er. Thenvenom'd shirt Full-flashing on their eyes, the gulf, beneath, Of Hercules enwraps my burning limbs Mad'oing with gloomy fires; and Heav'n, behind, With dragon's blood: I rave and roar like him, With all her golden valves for ever clos'd. Writhing in agony. Devouring fires

Now in Elysium lap'd, and lovely scenes, Eat up the marrow, frying in my bones. Where honeysuckles rove, and eglantines, O whither, whither shall I turn for aid?Narcissus, jess’min, pinks, profusely wild, Methinks a seraph whispers in my ears, In every scented gale Arabia breathe:

Pouring ambrosia on them, “ Turn to God; As blissful Eden fair; the morning-work

So peace shall be thy pillow, ease thy bed, Of Heav'n and Milton's theme! where Innocence And night of sorrow brighteninto noon. Smil'd, and improv'd the prospect.--Now, anon, Let the young cherub Patience, bright-ey'd Hope, By Isis' favourite flood supinely laid,

And rosy-finger'd Pray'r, combining hold In tuneful indolence, behold the bards

A sure dominion in thy purpos'd mind, (Harps in each hand, and laurel on each brow) Unconquer'd by affliction.”-I receive A band of demi-gods, august to sight,

The mandate as from Heav'n itself.--Expand Io venerable order sweetly rise,

Thyself, my soul, and let them enter in. (The Muses sparkling round them) who have trod Come, smiling angel, Patience, from thy seat; In measur'd pace its banks, for ever green, Whether the widow's cot, or hermit's cell, Enamellid from their feet! harmonious notes, By fasting strong, and potent from distress; Warbled to Doric reeds, to Lesbian lyres, Or midnight-student's taper-glimmering roof, Or Phrygian minstrelsie, steal on the ear Unwearied with revolving tedious tomes, Enamour'd with variety: and loud

O come, thou panacea of the mind! The trumpets shrilling clangours fill the sky The manna of the soul! to every taste With silver melody-now, happier still!

Grateful alike: the universal balm Round thy Italic cloisters, musing slow,

To sickness, pain, and misery below. Or in sweet converse with thy letter'd sons, She comes! she comes! she dissipates the gloom; Philosophers, and poets, and divines,

My eyes she opens, and new scenes unfolds Enjoy the sacred walk, delighted, Queen's'! (Like Moses' bush, tho'burning, not consum'd) Where Addison and Tickell lay inspir'd,

Scenes full of splendour, miracle, and God. Inebriated from the classic springs,

Behold, my soul, the martyr-army, who And tun'd to various-sounding harps the song, With holy blood the violence of fire Sublime, or tender, humorous, or grave,

Quench’d, and with ling'ring constancy fatigu'd Quaffing the Muses' nectar to their fill.

The persecuting flame: or nobly stopp'd Where Smith in boary reverence presides, The lion's mouth, and triumph'd in his jaws. (Crown'd with the snow of Virtue for the skies) Hark, how the virgin white-rob’d-tender train With graceful gravity, and gentle sway;

Chant ballelujahs to the rack; as dear
With perfect peace encircled and esteem.

And pleasing to the ear of God, as hymns
Whose mild and bright benevolence of soul, Of angels on the resurrection-morn,
By reason cool, and by religion warm,

When all the bost of Heaven Hosanna sing ! And generous passion for the college-weal, Yet further; lift thy eyes upon the cross,

A bleeding Saviour view, a dying God! ! Queen's-college, in Oxford.

Earth trembles, rend the rocks, creation groans:

The Sun, asham’d, extinguishes the day: In operation mighty! still remain
All Nature suffers with her suffering Lord.

Inferior aids behind: terrestrial stores
Amidst this war of elements, serene,

Medicinal: the instruments of God. And as the sun shine brow of Patience, calm, For God created the physician! God He dies without a groan, and smiles in death. Himself on Earth, our great physician! spread Shall martyrs, virgins, nay, thy Saviour bleed O’er sick and weak, shadowing, his healing wings: To teach thee patience; and yet bleed in vain? Each miracle a cure !—Before Disease, Forbid it, Reason; and forbid it, Heav'n. Offspring of Sin, infested human-kind, No; suffer: and, in suffering, rejoice.

In Paradise, the vegetable seeds Patience endureth all, and hopeth all.

Sprung from their Maker's hand, invigorate-strong Hope is her daughter then. Let Hope distill With med'cine. He foresaw our future ills; Her cordial spirit, as Hybla-honey sweet,

Foresecing, he provided ample cure; And healing as the drops of Gilead-balm.

Fossils, and simples: Solomon, thy theme, Cease to repine, as those who have no hope; Nature's historian; wisest of the wise! Nor let despair approach thy darkest hour. Tho' Paradise be lost, the tree of life Despair! that triple-death! th' imperial plague ! In med'cine blooms; then pluck its healing fruits, Th’exterminating angel of th' accurst,

And with thanksgiving eat; and, eating, live. And sole disease of which the damn'd are sick, Ev'n pagan wisdom bade her sons adore, Kindling a fever hotter than their Hell

As one, the god of physic and the day,
O pluck me from Despair, wbite-handed Hope! Fountain of vegetation and of life,
O interpose thy spear arid silver shield

Apollo, ever blooming, ever young,
Betwixt my bosom and the fiend! detrude And from his art immortal! Thus, of yore,
This impious monster to primeval Hell;

The prime of human race from Heav'n deduc'd
To its own dark domain : but light my soul, The bright original of physic's pow'r:
Imp'd with thy ylittering wings, to scenes of joy, and, por unjustly, deem'd that he who sav'd
To health and life, for health and life are thine: Millions from death, himself should never die.
And fire imagination with the skies.

An instrument of various pipes and tubes, But whence this confidence of hope! In thee, Veins, arteries, and sinews, organiz'd, And in thy blood, my Jesus! (Bow, O Earth! Man, when in healthy tune, harmonious wakes Hear'n bends beneath the name, and all its sons, The breath of melody, in vocal praise, The Hierarchy! drop low the prostrate knee,

Delighting Earth and Heav'n! discordant, oft, And sink, in humble wise, upon the stars.) As accident, or time, or fate prevail, Yes, on thy blood and name my hope depends.- This human-organ scarce the bellows heaves My hope? nay, worlds on worlds depend on thee; Of vital-respiration; or in pain, Live in thy death, from thy sepulchre rise. With pauses sad: what art divine shall tune Thy influential vigour reinspires

To order and refit this shatter'd frame? This feeble frame; dispells the shade of death; What finger's touch into a voice again? And bids me throw myself on God in prayer.

Or music re-inspire? Who, but the race A Christian soul is God's beloved house; Of Pæan? who but physic's saving sons? And pray'r the incense which perfumes the soul : A Ratcliff, Frewin, Metcalf or a Friend? Let armies then of supplications rise,

But something yet, beyond the kindly skill Besiege the golden gates of Heav'n, and force, Of Pæan's sons, disease, like mine, demands; With holy violence, a blessing down

Nepenthe to the soul, as well as life. In living streams. If Hezekiah's pray'r

O for a mother's watchful tenderness, The Sun arrested in his prone career,

And father's venerable care!--But they, Aod bade the shadow ten degrees return

In life immortal, gather endless joys,
On Abaz-dial, whirling back the day:

Reward of charity, of innocence,
Pour out thyself, my soul! with fervent zeal, Of pleasing manners, and a life unblam'd!
With over-flowing ardour, and with faith

The tears of poverty and friendship oft
Unwav'ring. To assist me, and to swell

Their modest tombs bedew, where Eden's food, My fainting spirits to sublime desires,

(Ituna 'clep'd by bards of old renown, Wou'd Taylor? from his starry throne descend, Purpled with Saxon and with British blood) How fear wou'd brighten! by his sacred aid,

Laves the sweet vale, that first my prattling muse To live were happiness, and gain to die.

Provok'd to numbers, broken as the ruins No: let bim still adorn his starry throne,

Of Roman towers which deck its lofty banks, Well-merited by labours so divine:

And shine more beauteous by decay.--But hark! For, lo! the man of God, and friend of man, What music glads my ear? 'Tis Theron's voice, Theron, the purest breast, and warmest heart, Theron a father, mother; both, a friend !--Flies on the wings of charity and love

Pain flies before his apimating touch: To join me in the saving-task, and raise

The gentle pressure of his cordial hand, My weaker pow'ss with his abundant zeal; A burning mountain from my bosom hcaves! Pure, sweet, and glowing as the incens'd fires, What wonders, sacred Friendship, flow from thee! Of, Solomon, thy golden-altar, fann'd

One period from a friend enlivens more, By wings of cherubims into a flame;

Than all Hippocrates and Galen's tomes, Till on the skies the aromatic gale

Than all the med'cines they unfold. I feel In pyramids of fragrance softly stole,

Myself renew'd! not only health, but ;outh, A grateful offering to the throne of Grace. Rolls the brisk tide, and sparkles at my heart: Still, tho' I feel these succours from the skies, As the live-atoms of Campanian wines

Dance in the virgin crystal, and o’erlook ? Bishop Jeremy Taylor,

With glorifying foam the nectar'd brim;

Smiling, and lending smiles to social wit,

A hom, in which if he do once but blow, The jucund hearth, and hospitable board.

The noise thereof shall trouble men so sore, Friendship is a religion, from the first

That all both stout and faint shall fly therefro, The second-best: it points, like that, to Heav'n, So strange a noise was never heard before. And almost antidates, on Earth, its bliss.

Ariosto's Orlando Furioso, translated by But Vice and Folly never Friendship knew;

sir John Harrington, b. xv. st. 10. Whilst Wisdom grows by Friendship still more

With this horn Astolpho affrighted the Amazons. wise.

See book xx. st. 60, &c. and even Rogero, BraHer fetters, are a strong defence; her chains,

damant, &c. in dissolving the enchanted palace, A robe of glory; Ophir gold, her bands;

b. xxii. st. 18, &c. Drives away the harpies And he who wears them, wears a crown of joy.

from Senapo, b. xxxiii. st. 114, &c. Friendships the steel, which struck emits the sparks

P. 48.

Eden's flood. Of candour, peace, benevolence, and zeal;

Eden, tho' but small, Spreading their glowing seeds a boly fire

Yet often stain'd with blood of many a band Where honour beams on hovour, truth on truth; Of Scots and Enlish buth, that tined on bis strand. Bright as the eyes of angels and as pure.

Spenser's Fairy Queci), b. iv. canto 11. An altar whence two gentle-loving hearts Mount to the skies in one conspiring blaze P. 48. Lut Vice and fully never Friendship knew. And spotless union. 'Tis the nectar-stream

It was an observation of Socrates, that wicked Which feeds and elevates seraphic love

men cannot be friends either amongst themselves Health is disease, life death, without a friend.

or with good men. Xenoph. Memorab. I. jie




Page 46. As once thy breathing harvest, Cadmus, Thou hast delivered my soul from death, and sprung

my feet from falling, that I may walk before God Cadınus is reported by the poets to have stain a in the light of the living. PSALMS. monstrous serpent in Baotia, at the cominand of Minerva, and sowed its teeth in a field, which

ARGUMENT. produced an host of armed soldiers; who, tight

Reflections. Sickness at the worst. Hopes of ing, slew one another. See Ovid. Met. I. iii. Suidas, Pausanias, &c. It is said, that he sowed

recovery cast on Heaven alone. Prospect of

futurity at this juncture. Guardian-angels bymn serpents teeth, and that soldiers in armour sprung np from them; because, as Bochart observes, in

to Mercy. Description of ber. She sends Hythe l'bænician language, to express men armed

geia to the well of life; both described. Her

descent. The effects. Abatement of the diswith brazen darts and spears of brass, they made use of words, which might be translated “ armed

temper. Apostrophe to sleep. Recovery of with the teeth of a serpent.”

sight; and pleasure flowing from thence.

Health by degrees restored. Comparison beP. 46. Yet Fancy's mimic works, &c.

tween sickness and health in regard to the body

and mind. The following lines upon delirious dreams may appear very extravagant to a reader, who never cxperienced the disorders which sickness causes Swift, too, thy tale is told: a sound, a name, in the brain; but the author thinks that he has No more than Lucian, Butler, ur Scarron. rather softened than exaggerated the real descrip- Fantastic humour dropp'd the feeling sense, tion, as he found them operate on his own ima- Her empire less'ning by his fall. The shades gination at that time.

Of frolic Rabelais, and him of Spain,

Madrid's facet ous glory, join his ghost; P. 46. From Hiconian cliffs devolv'd, &c. Triumvirate of Laughter! -- Mirth is mad; Sir G. Wheeler, in his voyages, has given a very

The loudest languishing into a sigh : Beautiful description of an hermitage on the bor

And Laughter shakes itself into decay. ders of Mount Helicon, belonging to the convent “ Lord! what is man?” the prophet well might of Saint Luke the hermit, not the evangelist,

ask; called Stiriotes, from his dwelling in those deserts. We all may ask, “ Lord! wliae is mortal man," See Whetler's Journey into Greece, fol. b. iv. So changeable his being, with himself

issimilor; the rainbow of an hour!

A change of colours, transient through his life, P. 46. Warbled to Doric reeds, &c.

Brightens or languishes ;-athen fades to air, Those different instruments are designed to ex

Ev'n ere an artful spider spins a line press the several parts of poetry, to which they

Of metaphysic texture, man's thiu thread

Of life is broken: how analogous were adapted, viz. pastoral, ode, heroic, &c.

Their parallel of lipes! slight, subtle, vain.
P. 46. Hark, how the anvils, &c.

Man, in a little bour's contracted round

Perplexes reason: now to triumph swell'd,
See Hom. Ilias, b. xviii. Virg. Æn. b. viij. To joyous exultations, to a blaze

Of ecstasy; and now depress’d, again,
P. 46.

Astolpho's horn. And drooping into scenes of death and woe,

p. 325.

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That sudden flow of spirits, bright and strong, O lift thy servant from the vale of death, Which play'd in sprightly sallies round my beart; Now groveling in the dust, into the tields Was it a gleain, forewarning me from Heav'n, Of comfort, and the pastures green of health. Of quick-approaching fate? As tapers mount Har, Mercy, sweetest daughter of the skies! Expiring into wide-diffusive flame,

If e'er thy servant to the poor his soul Give one broad glare, into the socket sink, Drew out, and taught the fatherless to sing; And sinking disappear.-It must be so!

If e'er by pity warın'd, and not by pride, The soul, prophetic of its voyage, descry'd He cloth'd the naked, and the hungry fed; The blissful shore, exulting on the wing,

If e'er distress, and misery, forlorn, In a glad Autter: then, o'erwhelm'd with joy, Deceiv'd his cheek, and stole his untaught tear, She warn'd her old companion of her fight, An humble drop of thy celestial dew! (The fer ble tenement of mould'ring clay)

Hear, Mercy, sweetest daughter of the skies, Who sadden'd at their parting.--Yes,-1 feel

Sprung from the boson of eternal bliss, 'Thy leaden hand, O Death! it presses hard, Thy goodness reaches farther than the grave; It weighs the faculties of motion down,

And near the gates of Hell extends thy sway, Inactive as the foot of a dull rock,

Omnipotent! All, save the cursed crew And drags me to thy dusty chains: the wheels Infernal, and the black-rebellious host Of life are fast'ned to the grave, nor whirl, Of Lucifer, within thy sweet domain Longer, the fiery chariot on. The war,

Feed on ambrosia, and may hape the stars, The struggle for eternity begins.

Hear, Mercy, sweetest daughter of the skies. Eternity! illimitable, vast,

By the, the great physician from the bed Incomprehensible! for Heav'n and Hell,

Of darkness callid the sick, the blind, the lame; Within her universal womb, profound,

He burst the grave's relentless bars by thee,
Are center'd.-Sleep or death are on my heart: And spoke the dead to life and bloom again.
Swims heavily my brain :-My senses reel. His miracles, thy work; their glory, thine:
What scenes discluse themselves! What fields Then, O thou dearest attribute of God!
of joy!

Thy saving health to this thy servant lend ! What rivers of delight! What golden bow'rs! Hear, Mercy, sweetest daughter of the skies!" Sweetly oppress'd with beatitic views,

Inclin'd upon a dewy-skirted cloud I hear angelic-instruments, I see

Purpled with light, and dropping fatness down, Primeval ardours, and essential forms;

Plenty and bliss on man, with looks as mild The sons of light, but of created light,

As ev'ning suns (when flow'ry-footed May All energy, the diligence of God!

Leads on the jocund Hours, when Love bimself Might I but join theın! Lend your glittring wings, Flutters in green) effusing heart-felt joy Waft me, О quickly wast me to yon crown, Abundant, Mercy shone with sober grace, Bright with tbe Gaming roses of the zone

And majesty at once with sweetness mix'd Sideréal : gracious, they, beck'ning, smile, Ineffable. A rainbow o'er her head, They smile me to the skies! Hope leads the way The covenant of God, betok’ning peace Mouuting I spring to seize! - What fury shakes 'Twixt Heav'n and Earth, its florid arch display'd, Her fiery sword, and intercepts the stars? High-bended by th' Almighty's glorious hand; ha! Amartia? Conscience, Conscience sends The languish of the dove upon her eyes Her griesly form, to blast me at my end.

In placid radiance melted, from the throne Behold! she points to burning rocks, to waves Of Grace infus'd and fed with light: her smiles Sulphureous, molten lead, and boiling gulphs, Expansive cheer'd the undetermin'd tracks Tempestuous with everlasting tire-

Of all creation, from th' ethereal cope, Tis horrible!-() save me from myself!

August with moving fires, down to the shades O save me, Jesu!-!la! a burst of light

Infernal, and the reign of darkness drear, Blends me with the empyreum's azure tide, Ev'n men retine to angels from her gaze, Wbile Faith, triumphant, swells the trump of God, Gracious, invigorating, full of Heav'n! And shouting, “ Where's thy victory, O Grave ? This dau rhter of the Lamb), to fervent pray'rs, And where, o Death, thy sting?" I see her spread And intercession, opes her ready ear, Her saving banner o'er my soul (the cross!) Compassionate; and to Hygeia thus: And call it to its peers, Thick crowds of day, “ Hygeia, bie thee to the will of life; Jinmaculate, involve me in their streams, There dip thy fingers; touch bis head and breast; And bathe my spirit, whiten’d for the sky, Three drops into his mouth infuse, unseen,

While on this isthmus of my fate I lie, Save by the eye of Faith: he yonder lies Jutting into eternity's wide sea,

Descend, and take the ev'ning's western wing." And leading on this habitable globe,

She said. Hygeia bowd; and bowing, fillid The verge of either world! dubious of life, The circumambient air with od'rous streams, Dubious, alike, of death; to Mercy thus,

Pure essence of ambrosia! Not the breath Inspirited with supplicating zeal,

Of Lebanon, from cclar alleys blown, My guardian-angel rais'd his potent pray'ı, Of Lebanon, with aromatic gales (For angels minister to man, intent

Luxuriant, spikenard, aloes, myrrh and balm On offices of gentleness and love.)

Nor the wise eastern monarch's garden vyd “ Hear, Mercy! sweetest daughter of the skies, In fragrance, when his fair Circassian spouse, Thou loveliest image of thy father's face,

Enamourd, call’d upon the south to fan 'Thou blessed fount, whence grace and goodness Its beds of spices, and her bosom cool, flow,

Panting with languishment and love-sick fires. Auspicious, hear! extend thy helping arm,

Forth from th' eternal throne the will of life, With pitying readiness, with willing aid,

Pouring its crystal, laves the streets of God, VOL. XV.


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