LYRIC POEMS. u Retire, my soul, within thyself retire, Away from -sense and every outward show ; Now let my thoughts to loftier themes aspire, My knowledge now on wheels of fire May mount and spread above, sur- veying all below. 10 The Lord grows lavish of his heav'nly light, And pours whole floods on such al mind as this Fled from the eyes she gains a pierc- ing sight, She dives into the infinite, And sees unutterable things in that unknown abyss. True Wisdom. 1 PRONOUNCE him blest, my muse, whom wisdom guides in her own path to her own heav'nly seat ; Thro' all the storms his soul securely glides, Nor can the tempests, nor the tides, That rise and roar around, supplant his steady feet. 2. Earth, you may let your golden arrows fly, [breast, And seek, en vain, a passage to his Spread all your painted toys to court his eye, He smiles, and sees them vainly try To lore his soul aside from her eternal rest. S Our headstrong lusts, like a young fiery horse, [course; Start, and flee raging in a vi'lent He tames and breaks them, manages and rides 'em, Checks their career, and turns and guides 'em, And bids his reason bridle their licen- tious force. 4 Lord of himself he rules his widest thoughts, [sign'd, And, boldly acta what calmly he de- Whilst he looks down and pities hu- man faults : Nor can he think, nor can he find A plague like reigning passions, and a subject mind. 5 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 With those dear charming tempters rooted in the heart! 6 'Tis hard to stand when all the pas- sions move, Hard to awake the eye that passion blinds, VOL. lx. To rend and tearoat this unhappylove, That clings so close abòut ourminds, . And where th' enchanted soul so sweet a poison finds. " 7 Hard; but may be done. Come heav'nly fire, Come to my breast, and with one powerful ray Melt offmy lusts, my fetters: I can bear A while to be a tenant here, But not be chain'd and prison'd in a cage of clay. 8 Heav'n is my home and I must use my wings Sublime above the globe my flight aspires: I have a soul was made to pity kings, And all their little glitt'riaa things ; I have a soul was made for infinite desires. o Loos'd from the earth, my 'heart is :upward flown; Farewell, myfriends, and all that once wasmine Now, should you fix my feet on Caoar's throne, Crown me, and call the world myown, The gold that binds my brows could ne'er my soul confine. 10 Tans theLord's, and Jesus is my love; He, the dear God, shall &B illy vast desire, Myflesh below; yet I can dwell above, And nearer to my. Saviour hive ; There all my soul shall centre, all my pow'rs conspire. 1 Thus I with angels live; thus half- divine I sit on high, nor mind inferior joys: Fill'd with his love, I feel that God is mine, His glory is my great design, That everlasting project all my thoughts employs. A Song to-Creating Wisdom. Part I. 1 ETERNAL Wisdom, thee we praise, Thee the creation sings : [seas, With thy loud name, rocks, hills, and And heav'n 's high palaco rings. 2 Place me on the bright wings of day To travel with the sun; With what amaze shall I survey The wonders thou hast done ? 3 Thy hand how wide it spread the sky! How glorious to behold ? Ting'd with a blue of heàv'nly dye, And stared with sparkling gold. 4 There thou hast bid the globes of light Their endless circles run? There the pale planet rules the night, And day obeys the sun.
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