HOME LYRIC/E. POEMS CHIEFLY OF THE LYRIC KIND. Si non Uranie Lyram Ccelestam cohibet, nec Polyhymnia Huníanumrefugit tendere Barbiton. Hor OS. I. imitated. 'A$avarov fw. wpwra es., voµw WC S,axnrar> T,t>.a, (xa, cF avrov) e11e19"Hpwaç ayavay, Toy vs KriraxSov,ay. . Pythag. Aur. Carm. BOOK 1.Sacred to Devotion and Piety. Worshipping with Fear. 1 WHO dares attempt th' eternal name With notes of mortal sound? Dangers and glories guard the theme, And spread despair around. Destruction waits t' obey his frown, And heav'n attends his smile: A, wreath of lightning arms his crown, But love adorns st still. 3 Celestial King, our spirits lie, Trembling beneath thy feet, And wish, and cast a longing eye, To reach thy lofty seat. 4 When shall wesee the Great Unknown, And in thy presence stand ? Revealthe splendors of thy throne, But shield us with thy hand. 4 In thee what endless wonders meet ! What various glory shines! The crossing rays too fiercely beat Upon our fainting minds. 6 Angels are lost in sweetsurprise . If thou unveil thy grace ; And humble awe runs thro' the skies, When wrath arrays thy face. 7 When mercy joins with majesty To spread their beams abroad, Not all their fairest minds on high Are shadows of a God. it Thy works the strongest siraph sings In a too feeble strain, And labours hardon all his strings To reach thy thoughts in vain. 9 Created powers, how weak they be ! How short our praisesfall ! So much a -kin to nothing we, And thou th' eternal All. Asking Leave to Sing. I YET, mighty God, indulge my tongue, Nor let thy thunders roar, Whilst the young notes and vent'rous song To worlds of glory soar. 2 If thou my daring flight forbid The muse folds up her wings Or at thy word her slender reed Attempts almighty things. 3 Her slender reed inspir'd by thee Bids a new Eden grow, With blooming life on every tree, And spreads a heav'n below., 4 She mocks the trumpet's loud alarms Fill'd with thy dreadful breath; And calls th' angelic hosts to arms, To give the nations death. 5 But when she tastes her Saviour's love, And feels the rapture strong, Scarce the divinest harp above Aims at a sweeter song. Divine Judgments. 1 NOT from the dust my sorrows spring, Nor drop my comforts from the lower skies : Let all the baneful planets shed Their mingled curses on my head, How vain their curses, if th' eternal King Look thro' the clouds and bless me with his eyes. Creatures with all their boasted sway Are but his slaves, andmust obey ; They wait theirorders from above, -And execute his word, the vengeance, or the love. 2 'Tis by a warrant from his hand The gentler gales are bound to sleep : The north wind blusters, and assumes command Over the desert and the deep : Old Boreas with his freezing pow'ra Turns the earth iron, makes the ocean glass, Arrests thedancing riv'lets astheypass, And chains them moveless to them shores g
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