What most imbitters time, that most

Eternity endears,

And thus, by plunging in diftrefs,
Exalts us to the spheres ;

Joy's fountain head! where blifs o'er blifs,
O'er wonders wonders rife,

And an Omnipotence prepares
Its banquet for the wife :

Ambrofial banquet! rich in wines
Nectareous to the foul !

What tranfports fparkle from the stream,
As angels fill the bowl!

Fountain profufe of every bliss!
Good-will immenfe prevails;

Man's line can't fathom its profound ;

An angel's plummet fails.

Thy love and might, by what they know,
Who judge, nor dream of more ;
They ask a drop, how deep the fea!
One fand, how wide the fhore !

Of thy exuberant good-will,

Offended Deity!

The thousandth part who comprehends,
A deity is He.

How yonder ample azure field

With radiant worlds is fown!

How tubes aftonish us with those
More deep in æther thrown!

And

And those beyond of brighter worlds

Why not a million more?

In lieu of anfwer, let us all

Fall proftrate, and adore.

Since thou art infinite in power,
Nor thy indulgence lefs;

Since man, quite impotent and blind,
Oft drops into distress ;

Say, what is Refignation? 'Tis
Man's weaknefs understood;

And wisdom grafping, with an hand
Far ftronger, every good.

Let rash repiners ftand appall'd,

In Thee who dare not truft;

Whofe abject fouls, like demons dark,
Are murmuring in the dust:

For man to murmur, or repine
At what by Thee is done,
No lefs abfurd, than to complain
Of darkness in the fun.

Who would not, with an heart at ease,
Bright eye, unclouded brow,

Wisdom and goodness at the helm,
The roughest ocean plough ?

What, though I'm swallow'd in the deep?

Though mountains o'er me roar?

Jehovah reigns! as Jonah fafe,

I'm landed, and adore:

Thy will is welcome, let it wear

Its moft tremendous form;

Roar, waves; rage, winds! I know, that Thou Canst save me by a storm.

From Thee immortal spirits born,

To Thee, their fountain, flow,
If wife; as curl'd around to theirs
Meandering ftreams below:

Not lefs compell'd by Reason's call,
To Thee our fouls afpire,
Than to thy fkies, by nature's law,
High mounts material fire;

To Thee afpiring they exult;
I feel my spirits rife,

I feel myself thy fon, and pant
For patrimonial skies :

Since ardent thirst of future good,
And generous fense of past,

To Thee man's prudence ftrongly ties,
And binds affection faft;

Since great thy love, and great our want,

And men the wifeft blind,

And bliss our aim; pronounce us all

Diftracted, or refign'd;

Refign'd through duty, intereft, shame;

Deep shame! dare I complain,

When (wondrous Truth!) in heaven itself
Joy ow'd its birth to pain?

And

And pain for me! for me was drain'd

Gall's overflowing bowl;

And shall one drop to murmur bold

Provoke my guilty foul?

If pardon'd this, what caufe, what crime
Can indignation raise ?

The fun was lighted up to shine,

And man was born to praife;

And when to praise the man fhall ceafe,
Or fun to ftrike the view;

A cloud difhonours both; but man 's
The blacker of the two:

For oh! Ingratitude how black !
With most profound amaze

At love, which man belov'd o'erlooks,

Aftonish'd angels gaze.

Praife chears, and warms, like generous wine;
Praife, more divine than prayer ;

Prayer points our ready path to heaven;
Praife is already there.

Let plausive Resignation rise,

And banish all complaint;

All virtues thronging into one,

It finishes the faint;

Makes the man blefs'd, as man can be;.

Life's labours renders light;

Darts beams through fate's incumbent gloom,

And lights our fun by night;

'Tis nature's brightest ornament,
The richest gift of grace,
Rival of angels, and supreme
Proprietor of peace;

Nay, peace beyond, no small degree
Of rapture 't will impart;

Know, Madam! when your heart 's in heaven, "All heaven is in your heart."

But who to heaven their hearts can raise ?

Deny'd divine fupport,

All virtue dies; support divine

The wife with ardour court:

When prayer partakes the feraph's fire,

'Tis mounted on his wing,

Burfts through heaven's crystal gates, and gains

Sure audience of its King:

The labouring foul from fore distress

That blefs'd expedient frees;

I fee far advanc'd in peace;

you

I fee you on your knees:

How on that posture has the beam

Divine for ever fhone!

An humble heart, God's * other feat!
The rival of his throne:

And stoops Omnipotence fo low?

And condefcends to dwell,

Eternity's inhabitant,

Well pleas'd, in such a cell ?

* Ifaiah lvii. 15.

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