What most imbitters time, that most Eternity endears, And thus, by plunging in diftrefs, Joy's fountain head! where blifs o'er blifs, And an Omnipotence prepares Ambrofial banquet! rich in wines What tranfports fparkle from the stream, Fountain profufe of every bliss! Man's line can't fathom its profound ; An angel's plummet fails. Thy love and might, by what they know, Of thy exuberant good-will, Offended Deity! The thousandth part who comprehends, How yonder ample azure field With radiant worlds is fown! How tubes aftonish us with those 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, Since man, quite impotent and blind, Say, what is Refignation? 'Tis And wisdom grafping, with an hand Let rash repiners ftand appall'd, In Thee who dare not truft; Whofe abject fouls, like demons dark, For man to murmur, or repine Who would not, with an heart at ease, Wisdom and goodness at the helm, 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, Not lefs compell'd by Reason's call, To Thee afpiring they exult; I feel myself thy fon, and pant Since ardent thirst of future good, To Thee man's prudence ftrongly ties, 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 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 The fun was lighted up to shine, And man was born to praife; And when to praise the man fhall ceafe, A cloud difhonours both; but man 's For oh! Ingratitude how black ! At love, which man belov'd o'erlooks, Aftonish'd angels gaze. Praife chears, and warms, like generous wine; Prayer points our ready path to heaven; 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, Nay, peace beyond, no small degree 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! And stoops Omnipotence fo low? And condefcends to dwell, Eternity's inhabitant, Well pleas'd, in such a cell ? * Ifaiah lvii. 15. Such |