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The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake, Pleas'd the green lustre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play. Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise I Exalt thy tow'ry head, and lift thy eyes! See a long race thy spacious courts adorn; See suture sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on ev'ry side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies * See barb'rous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend; See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate kings,. And heap'd with products of Sabæan springs I For thee Idume's spicy forests blow, And feeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glowSee heav'n its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day !. No more the rising sun shall gild the morn. Nor ev'ning Cynthia sill her silver horn ;. But lost, dissolved in thy superior rays, One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze O'erflow thy courts: the light himself Hull stunt Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine! The fras shall waste, the slues in smoke decay. Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;. But six'd his' word, his saving pow'r remains; ,Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah reigns I

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The UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

By the Same.

FATHER of all! in ev'ry age,
In ev'ry clime ador'cT,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

Thou great sirst cause, least understood:

Who all my sense consin'd
To know but this, that thou art good,

And that myself am blind;

Yet gave me, in this dark estate,

To fee the good from ill; And binding nature fast in fate,

Left free the human will.

What conscience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do,
This, teach me more than hell to shun,

That, more than heav'n pursue.

What blessings thy free bounty gives,

Let me not cast away;
For God is paid when man receives,

T' enjoy is to obey.

C 6 Yet

Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound,

Or think thee Lord alone of man,

When thousand worlds are round:

Let not this weak, unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw,

And deal damnation round the land,
On each I judge thy foe.

If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay:

If I am wrong, oh teach my heart
To sind that better way.

Save me alike from soolish pride,

Or impious discontent,
At aught thy wisdom has deny'd,

Or aught thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's woe*

To hide the fault I fee; That mercy I to others show,

That mercy show to me.

Mean tho' I am, not wholly so,

Since quick'ned by thy breath j

O lead me wheresoe'er I go,

Thro' this day's life or death.

This Thls day, be bread and peace my lot:

All else beneath the sun,
Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,

And let thy will be done.

To thee, whose temple is all space,.

Whose altar, earth, sea, skies I One chorus let all being raise!

All nature's incense rise L

NIGHT

NIGHT THOUGHTS, by Dr. Young.

NIGHT FIRST.

TIR' D nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
He, like the world, his ready visit pays
Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes:
Swift on his downy pinions flies from woe,
And lights on lids unsully'd with a tear.

From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose,
I wake: how happy they, who wake no more!
The day too short for my distress! and night,
Ev'n in the zenith of her dark domain,
Is sun-shine, to the colour of my fate.
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,
In rayless majesty, now stretches forth
Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world.
Silence, how dead! and darkness, how profound!
Nor eye, nor listening ear, an object sinds;
Creation sleeps. 'Tis, as the gen'ral pulse
Of life stood still, and nature made a pause;
An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
And let her prophecy be soon fulsill'd;
Fate! drop the curtain; I can lose no more.
O Thou! whose word from solid darkness struck
That spark the sun; strike wisdom from my soul;
My soul, which flies to thee, her trust, her treasure,
As misers to their gold, while others rest.

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