26G LYRIC 2 " Are these the things, my passion cried, That we call men ? Are these allied To the fair worlds of light? [name, They have ras'd out their Maker's Grav'n on their minds with pointed In strokesdivinely bright. [flame s Wretches! theyhate their native skies; If an ethereal thought arise, Or spark of virtue shine, With cruel force they damp its plumes, Chock the young fires with sensual fumes, With business, lust, or wine. 4 Lo! how they throng with panting The broaddescending road [breath That leads unerring down to death, Nor miss the dark abode." Thus while I drop a tear or two On the wild herd, a noble few Dare to draw upward, and pursue Th' unbeaten way to God. POEMS. 2 The soul ! 'tie of tb' immortal kind, Nor form'd of fire, or earth, or wind, Out -lives the mouldering corps, and leaves the globe behind. In limbs of clay tho' she appears hj Array'd in rosy skin, and deck'd wit ears and eyes, The flesh is but the soul's disguise, There's nothing in her frame a -kin unto the dress she wears: From all the laws of matter free, From all we feel, and all we see, She stands eternally distinct, and must for ever be. 5 I meet Myrtille mounting high, I know his candid soul afar; Here Dorylns and Thyrsis fly, Each like a rising star ; Charin I saw and Fidea there, I saw them help each others's flight, And bless them as they go ; They soar beyond my lab'rrng sight, And leave their loads of mortal care, But not their love below. [eyes, On heav'n their home, they fix their The temple of their God With morning incense up they rise Sublime, and thro' the lower skies Spread the perfumes abroad. é Across the road a seraph flew, " Mark, said be, that happy pair, Marriage helps devotion there: Whenkindred minds their God pursue They break with double vigour titre' The doll incumbent air." Charm'd with thepleasure and surprise My soul adores and sings, " Blest be the poser that springs their flight, [light, That streaks their path with heav'nly That turns their love to sacrifice, And joins their zeal for wings." To Mr. C. and S. FLEETWOOD. 1 FLEETWOODS,young OOD generous pair, Despise the joys that fools pursue ; Bubbles are light and brittle too, Born of the water and the airc Tried by a standardbold and just honour and gold and paint and dust; Howvile the last is and as vain the first! Things that the crowd call great and brave, With me how low their value's brought! Titles and names, and life and breath, Slaves to the wind and born for death ; 'l'he soul's the only thing we have Worth an'impottaut thought. 3 Rise then, 'my thoughts, on high, Soar beyond all that's made to die; Lo. on an awful throne Sits theCreator andthe Judge of souls, Whirling the planets round the poles, Winds off our threads of life, and brings our periods on. Swift the approach, and solemn is the da Rhen, this immortal mind Stript of the body's coarse array To endless pain, or endless joy Most be at once consign. 4 Think of thesandsrun down to waste; We possess none of all the past, None but the present is our own ; Grace is notplac'd within our pow'r, 'Tis but one short, one shining hour, Bright and declining as a setting sun. See the white minutes wing'd with haste ;_ The now that flies may be the last; Seize the salvation ere 'tis past, Nor mourn the blessing gone: A thought's delay is ruin here, A closing eye, a gasping breath, Shutsup the golden scene in death, And drowns you in despair. To WILLIAM BLACKBURN, Esq. Casimir. Lib. II. Od. 2. imitated. 2uæ tegit cans modo Bruma valles,:$'e. 1 MARK how it snows! how fast the valley fills! And the sweet groves the hoary gar- ment wear; Yet the warm sun-beams bounding from the hills Shall melt the veil away, and the young green appear. 2 But when old age has on your temples shed Her silver- frost, there's no returning. sun; Swift flies our autumn, swift our sum- mer's fled, When youth, and love, and spring, and golden joys are gone.
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