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To crush his foes and quell the dire alarms,
Messiah sparkled in refulgent arms;
In radiant panoply divinely bright,
His limbs incas'd, he flash'd devouring light.
On burning wheels, o'er heaven's crystalline road
Thunder'd the chariot of the Filial God;
The burning wheels on golden axels turn'd,
With flaming gems the golden axels burn'd.
Lo! the apostate host, with terror struck.
Roll back by millions ! Th’Empyrean shook !
Sceptres, and orbid shields, and crowns of gold,
Cherubs and Seraphs in confusion rolld;
Till from his hand the triple thunder hurld,
Compelld them headlong to the infernal world.

Then tuneful Pope, whom all the nine inspire,
With sapphic sweetness, and pindaric fire.
Father of verse! melodious and divine !
Next peerless Miltın should distinguish'd shine.
Smooth flow his numbers when he paints the grove
Th' enraptur'd virgils listening into love.
But when the night and hoarse resounding storm,
Rush on the deep, and Neptune's face deform,
Rough runs the verse, the son'rous numbers roar,
Like the hoarse surge that thunders on the shore,
But when he sings th’exhilerated swains,
The embowering groves and Windsor's blissful plains,
Our eyes are ravish'd with the sylvan scene,
Embroidered fields, and groves in living green:
His lays the verdure of the meads prolong,
And withered forests blossom in his song ;
Thames' silver streams his flowing verse admire,
And cease to murmur while he tunes his lyre.

Next should appear great Dryden's lofty muse,
For who would Dryden's polish'd verse refuse ?.
His lips were moistened in Parnassus spring,
And Phæbus taught his laureat son to sing,
How long did Virgil untranslated moan,
His beauties fading, and his flights unknown;
Till Dryden rose, and in exalted strain,
Re-sang the fortune of the god-like man?
Again the Trojan prince with dire delight,
Dreadful in arms demands the lingering fight;
Again Camilla glows with martial fire,
Drives armies back, and makes all Troy retire.
With more than native lustre Virgil shines
And gains sublimer heights in Dryden's lines,

Blest man ;

The gentle Watts, who strings his silver lyre
To sacred odes, and heaven's all-ruling fire ;
Who scorns th’ applause of the licentious stage,
And mounts yon sparkling world with hallow'd rage,
No fabled Nine, harmonious bard; inspire
Thy raptured breast with such seraphic fire;
But prompting Angels warm thy boundless rage,
Direct thy thoughts, and imitate thy page.
Blest man; for spotless sanctity reverd,
Lov'd by the good, and by the guilty fear'd;

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delusive scenes renov'd,
Thy Maker loving, by thy Maker lov’d;
To God thou tunest thy consecrated lays,
Nor meanly blush'd to sing Jehovah's praise.
Oh! did, like thee, each laurel'd bard delight,
To paint Religion in her native light,
Not then with Plays the lab'ring press would groan,
Not Vice defy the Pulpit and the Throne;
No impious rhymer charm a vicious age,
No prostrate Virtue groan beneath their rage;
But themes divines in lofty numbers rise,
Fill the wide earth, and echo through the skies.

These for delight,-for Profit I would read:
The labour'd volumes of the learned dead :
Sagacious Locke, by Providence design’d.
T exhalt, instruct, and rectify the mind.
The unconquerable Sage,* whom virtue fir&
And from the tyrant's lawless råge retired,
When victor Cæsar freed unhappy Rome,
From Pompey's chains, to substitute his own,
Longinus, Livy, fam'd Thucydides,
Quintillian, Plato, and Demosthenes,
Persuasive Tully, and Corduba's Sage,t
Who fell by Nero's unrelenting rage;
Himt whom ungrateful Athens doom'd to bleed,
Despis'd when living, and deplored when dead.
Raleigh I'd read with ever fresh delight,
While

ages past rise present to my sight:
Ah man unblest; he foreign realms explored
Then fell a victim to his country's sword !
Nor should great Durham pass neglected by,
Observant sage! to whose deep piercing eye
Natures stupendous works expanded lie.
Nor he, Britannia, thy unmatch'd renown!
(Adjudg’d to wear the philosophic crown)

* Cato.

+ Seneca

Socrales.

Who on the solar orb uplifted rode,
And scan’d th’ ynfathomable works of God!
Who bound the silver planets to their spheres,
And trac'd th' elliptic curve of blazing stars !
Immortal Newton; whose illustrious name
Will shine on records of eternal fame.

By love directed, I would choose a wife,
T'improve my bliss and ease the load of life.
Hail Wedlock ! hail, inviolable tie !
Perpetual fountain of domestic joy!
Love, friendship, honour, truth and pure delight,
Ilarmonious mingle in the nuptial rite,
In Eden first the holy state began,
When perfect innocence distinguish'd man;
The human pair, the Almighty Pontiff led,
Gay as the morning to the bridal bed;
A dread solemnity the espousals grac’d,
Angels the Witnesses, and GOD the Priest!
All earth exulted on the nuptial hour.
And voluntary roses deck'd the bower,
The joyous birds on every blossom'd spray,
Sung Hymenians to the important day,
While Philomela swell’d the sponsal song,
And Paradise with gratulations rung.

Relate, inspiring muse : where shall I find
A blooming virgin with an angel mind?
Unblemish'd as the white-rob’d virgin choir
That fed, O Rome! thy consecrated fire ?
By reason aw'd, ambitious to be good,
Averse to vice, and zealous for her God ?
Relate, in what blest region can I find
Such bright perfections in a female mind ?
What Phønix woman breathes the vital air
So greatly good, and so divinely fair?
Sure, not the gay and fashionable train,
Licentious, proud, immortal and profane:
Who spend their golden hours in antic dress,
Malicious whispers, and inglorious ease.

Lo! round the board a shining train appears
In rosy beauty, and in prime of years!
This hates a flounce, and this a flounce approves,
This shews the trophies of her former loves;
Polly avers that Sylvia drestin green,
When last at church the gaudy Nymph was seen
Chloe condemns her optics, and will lay
'Twas azure satin, interstreak'd with grey ;

Lucy invested with judicial power,
Awards 'twas neither -and the strife is o'er.
Then parrots, lap-dogs, monkeys, squirrels, beaux,
Fans, ribbands, tuckers, patches, furbeloes,
In quick succession, through their fancies run,
And dance incessant on the flippant tongue.
And when fatigu'd with ev'ry other sport,
The belles prepare to grace the sacred court,
They marshal all their forces in array,
To kill with glances and destroy in play.
Compels my thoughts to wing the heavenly road,
And wafts my soul, exulting to my God:
Two skiful maids with reverential fear
In wanton wreaths collect their silken hair;
Two paint their cheeks, and round their temples pour
The fragrant ungent, and the ambrosial shower;
One pulls the shape-creating stays, and one
Encircles round her waist the golden zone ;
Not with more toil to improve immortal charms,
Strove Juno, Venus and the Queen of Arms.
When Priam's Son adjudgd the golden prize,
To the resistless beauty of the skies.
At length equipp'd in love's enticing arms,
With all that glitters and with all that charms,
The ideal goddesses to church repair,
Peep through the fan and mutter o’er a prayer,
Or listen to the organ's pompous sound,
Or eye the gilded images around;
Or, deeply studied in coquetish rules,
Aim wily glances at unthinking fools;
Or shew the lily hand with graceful air,
Or wound the fopling with a lock of hair;
And when the hated disciples is o'er,
And Misses tortur'd with Repent no more,
They mount the pictur'd coach, and to the play,
The celebrated idols hie away.

Not so the Lass that should my joy improve,
With solid friendship and connubial love:
A native bloom, with intermingled white,
Should set her features in a pleasing light;
Like Helen flushing with unrival'd charms,
When raptur’d Paris darted in her arms.
But what, alas; avails a ruby cheek,
A downy bosom, or a snowy neck !
Charms ill supply the want of innocence,
Nor beauty forms intrinsic, excellence :

But in her breast let moral beauties shine.
Supernal grace and purity divine:
Sublime her reason, and her native wit
Unstrain'd with pedantry and low conceit;
Her fancy lively and her judgment free
From female prejudice and bigotry :
Averse to idle pomp, and outward show,
The flattering coxcomb, and fantastic beau.
The fops impertinence she should despise,
Though sorely wounded by her radiant eyes ;
But pay due reverence to th' exalted mind,
By learning polish'd and by wit refin’d,
Who all her virtues, without guile, commends,
And all her faults as freely reprehends.
Soft Hymen’s rites her passion should approve,
And in her bosom glow the flames of love :
To me her soul, by sacred friendship turn,
And I for her with equal friendship burn :
In every stage of life afford relief,
Partake my joys and sympathise my grief;
Unshaken, walk in virtues peaceful road,
Nor bribe her reason to pursue the mode:
Mild as the saint whose errors are forgiven,
Calm as a vestal, and compos’d as heaven.
This be the partner this the lovely wife,
That should embellish and prolong my life;
A nymph! who might a second fall inspire,
And fill a glowing Cherub with desire !
With her I'd spend the pleasureable day,
While fleeting minutes gaily danc'd away :
With her I'd walk delighted, o'er the green,
Through ev'ry blooming mead, and rural scene,
Or sit in open fields damask'd with flowers,
Or where cool shades imbrown the noon-tide bowers,
Imparadis'd within my eager arms,
I'd reign the happy monarch of her charms;
Oft on her panting bosom would I lay,
And, in dissolving raptures, melt away;
Then lull'd, by nightingales, to balmy rest,
My blooming fair should slumber at my breast.

And when decrepid age (frail mortals' doom !)
Should bend my wither'd body to the tomb,
No warbling Syrens should retard my flight,
To heavenly mansions of unclouded light ;
Though death with his imperial horrors crown'd,
Terrific grinn'd, and formidably frown'd,

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