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Descend, celestial fire,
And seize me from above; Melt me in flames of pure desire, A sacritice to love.
Let joy and worship spend The remnant of my days, And to my God, my soul, ascend, In sweet perfumes of praise.
PARTLY IMITATED FROM A FRENCH SONNET OF
HAPPY the feet that shining Truth has led
Without a veil, without a shade,
All beauty, and all light, as in herself she is!
On unenlighten'd souls, and leave them doubly blind.
I hate the dust that fierce disputers raise,
To fence and guard by rule and rote! [not.
(That pageantry of knowing fools)
I feel my powers releas'd, and stand divinely free.
The ground of all things, and their head, [stand.
Fast here, and never wanders hence, Unmoveable he dwells upon unshaken ground. Infinite Truth, the life of my desires, Come from the sky, and join thyself to me: I'm tir'd with hearing, and this reading tires; But never tir'd of telling thee, ""Tis thy fair face alone my spirit burns to see." Speak to my soul, alone; no other hand Shall mark my path out with delusive art: All nature, silent in his presence stand;
Creatures, be dumb at his command, And leave his single voice to whisper to my heart.
Retire, my soul, within thyself retire, Away from sense and every outward show: Now let my thoughts to loftier theines aspire; My knowledge now on wheels of fire May mount and spread above, surveying all below.
The Lord grows lavish of his heavenly light, And pours whole floods on such a mind as this: Fled from the eyes, she gains a piercing sight, She dives into the infinite, And sees unutterable things in that unknown abyss.'
PRONOUNCE him blest, my Muse, whom Wisdom guides
In her own path to her own heavenly seat; Through all the storms his soul securely glides, Nor can the tempests, nor the tides, That rise and roar around, supplant his steady feet.
Earth, you may let your golden arrows fly, And seek, in vain, a passage to his breast, Spread all your painted toys to court his eye; He smiles, and sees them vainly try To lure his soul aside from her eternal rest.
Our headstrong lusts, like a young fiery horse, Start and flee, raging in a violent course; [them, He tames and breaks them, manages and rides
Checks their career, and turns and guides them, And bids his reason bridle their licentious force.
Lord of himself, he rules his wildest thoughts, And boldly acts what calmly he design'd, While he looks down and pities human faults; Nor can he think, nor can he find,
A plague like reigning passions, and a subject mind.
But oh! 'tis mighty toil to reach this height,. To vanquish self is a laborious art;
What manly courage to sustain the fight, To bear the noble pain, and part [heart! With those dear charming tempters rooted in the
'Tis hard to stand when all the passions move,
And where th' enchanted soul so sweet a poison finds.
Hard; but it may be done. Come, heavenly fire,
But not be chain'd and prison'd in a cage of clay.
Heaven is my home, and I must use my wings;
And all their little glittering things;
I have a soul was made for infinite desires.
Loos'd from the Earth, my heart is upward flown ; Farewell, my friends, and all that once was mine: Now, should you fix my feet on Cæsar's throne,
Crown me, and call the world my own, [contine. The gold that binds my brows could ne'er my soul
I am the Lord's, and Jesus is my love; He, the dear God, shall fill my vast desire. My flesh below; yet I can dwell above, And nearer to my Saviour move; There all my soul shall centre, all my pow'rs conspire.
Thus I with angels live; thus half-divine
Fill'd with his love, I feel that God is mine,
That everlasting project all my thoughts employs.
A SONG TO CREATING WISDOM.
ETERNAL Wisdom, thee we praise,
Thee the creation sings:
With thy loud name, rocks, hills, and seas, And Heaven's high palace rings.
Place me on the bright wings of Day To travel with the Sun;
With what amaze shall I survey
The wonders thou hast done!
Thy hand how wide it spread the sky!
Ting'd with a blue of heavenly dye,
Downward I turn my wondering eyes
The noisy winds stand ready there
With sounding wings they sweep the air,
There, like a trumpet, loud and strong,
On the thin air, without a prop,
Now to the Earth I bend my song,
The bleating flocks his pasture feeds:
We see the Thames caress the shores;
Yet hears her ruler, God.
The rolling mountains of the deep
Amidst thy watery kingdoms, Lord,
Thy glories blaze all nature round,
Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,
Infinite strength, and equal skill,
Shine through the worlds abroad, Our souls with vast amazement fill, And speak the builder God.
But the sweet beauties of thy grace
GOD'S ABSOLUTE DOMINION.
LORD, when my thoughtful soul surveys
Lo, the Norwegians near the polar sky
I see the furnace blaze with rage
O shall I never feel
The meltings of thy love? Am I such hell-harden'd steel That mercy cannot move?
Now for one powerful glance, Dear Saviour, from thy face; This rebel heart no more withstands, But sinks beneath thy grace.
O'ercome by dying love I fall,
And throw my flesh, my soul, my all,
"Rise," says the Prince of Mercy, "rise,"
Adore the hand that led your way Through flowery fields a fair long summer's day; Gasp out your soul in praises to the sovereign power That set your west so distant from your dawning hour:
To know the Power supreme. Ye heads of venerable age, Just marching off the mortal stage, Fathers, whose vital threads are spun As long as e'er the glass of life would run,
FLYING FOWL, AND CREEPING THINGS, PRAISE YE THE LORD.
PSALM CXLVIII. 10:
SWEET flocks, whose soft enamell'd wing
Lovely minstrels of the field,
And your wondrous structures build,
Ere you salute the rising day;
'Tis he calls up the Sun, and gives him every ray.
In harmless play twist and unfold
Praise him that wears th' ethereal crown,