250 LYRIC POEMS. He steers the winged boat, and shifts the sails, Cónquersthe flood,and managesthe gales Such is the soul that leaves this mortal land, Fearless when the great Master gives command. Death is the storm : She smiles to hear it roar, [shore : And bids the tempest waft her from the Then with a skilful helm she sweeps the seas, Andmanages theraging stormwith ease ; (Her faith .. can govern death) she spreads her wings [sings, Wide to the wind, and as she sails she And losesby degrees the sight of mor- tal things. As the shores lessen, so her joys, arise; The wavesroll gentler, and the tempest dies : How vast eternity fills all her sight ! She floats on the broad deep with infi- nite delight, The seas for ever calm, the skies for ever bright. A Prospect of the Resurrection. 7 HOW longshall death the tyrant reign And triumph o'er the just. While the rich blood of martyrs slain Lies mingled with the dust ? 2 When shall the tedious night be gone ? When will our Lord appear Our fond desires would pray himdown, Our love embrace him here. 3 Let faith arise and climb the hills, And from afar descry How distant are his chariot -wheels, And tell how fast they fly. 4 Lo, I behold the scatt'ring shades, The dawn of heav'is appears, The sweet immortal morning spreads Its blushes round the spheres. 5 I see the Lord of glory come, And flaming guards around The skies divide to make him room, The trumpet shakes the ground. 6 I hear the voice, " Ye dead arise," And lo, the graves obey, And waking saints with' joyful eyes Salute th' expected day. T They leave the dust, and on the wing Rise to the middle air, In shining garments meet their King,. And low adore him there. $ O may my humble spirit stand Amongst them cloth'd in white ! The meanest place at his right hand Is infinite delight. 9 How will our joy and wonder rise, When our returning King Shall bear us homeward thro' the skies On love's triumphant wing.! Ad Dominum nostrum 4 Seroatorem Jesum Christum. ODA. I TE, grande numen, corpis invola, Te, magnamagni progenies patria, Nomen verendum nostri Jesu Vox, Cithara, calami sonabunt, 2 Aptentur auro grandisonw fides, Christi triumphs, incipe barbite, Fractosqueterrores averni, Victum erebum,domitamque mor- 3 Immensa vastossacula círculos Volvére, blando dum patria in sine Toto fruebatur Jehovah Gaudia millebibens Jesus ;.. 4 Donee superno vidit ab adhere Adam cadentem, tartara hiantia, Unique mergendos rami Heu nimium miseros nepotes: 5 Vidit minaces vindicit angeli Ignes & ensem, telaque sanguine Tingendo nostro, dam rapina Spe fremuere Erebaa monstra. 6 Commuta sacrasviscera protinus Sensére flammas, omnipotens furor Ebutlit, immensique amori, iEthereum calet igne pectus. 7 ri Non tota prorsus gens hominem dabit Mosti triumphos: quid patria & labor Dulcisque imago ?? num peribunt Funditus? O prius astra catis. 8 Mergantur undis, & redeat chaos : Aut ipse disperdam Satana dolos, Aut ipse disperdar, & isti Sceptre dabo moderanda dextra. 0 Téstor paternum numen, & hoc caput /Eguale testar,dixit:" Sc setheris Inclinat ingensculmen, alto Desiliitque ruens olympo. 10. Mortale corpus impiger induit Artusquenostros, heu tenues nimia Nimisque viles ! vindicigïie Corda dedit fodienda ferro. II Vitamque morti; proh dolor! b graves Tonantis ira ! O lex satis aspera! Mercesquepeccati severa Adamiei, vetitique fructus. 12 Non poena lenir ! quo ruens impotens! Quo musa! largas fundere lachrymas, Bustique divini triumphes Sacrilego temerare fietu ? 13Se pone questua, lata Deum cane Malore choral. Psalle sonorius Utferreas mortis cavernas Et rigidampenetravít aulam. 14 Sensére numen regno feralia, Mngit barathrum, contremuit chaos, Dirum fremebat rex Gehennm, Porque suum tremebundos oren
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