LYRIC POEMS. 9 Faith, thou bright cherub, speak, and Did ever mind ofmortal race Cost thee more toil, or larger grace, To melt and bend it to obey. 'Twas hard tomake so rich a soul sub- mit, (sovereign Feet. And lay her shining honours at thy 4 Sister of faith, fair charity,' Shew me the wondrous man on high, Tell how he sees the godhead Three in One The bright conviction fills his eyes, His noblest pow'rs in deep prostration lie At the mysterious throne. " Forgive, he cries, ye saints below, The wav'rmg and the cold assent I gave to themes divinetrue Can you admit the blessed to re- pent? Eternal darkness veil the lines Of that unhappy book, Where glimmering reason with false lustre shines; Wherethemeremortal pen mistook Wisst the celestial meant! "* True Riches. I AM not concern'd to know Whatto. morrow fate will do: 'Tis enough that I can say, I've possèst myself to-day : Then ifhaply midnight death Seize my flesh, and stop my breath, Yet to- morrow I shall be Heir to the best part of me. Glitt'ring stones, and goldenthings, Wealth and honours that have wings, Ever fluttering to be gone I could never call my own : Riches that the world bestows, She can take, and I can lose ; But the treasures that are mine Lie afar beyond her line. When I view my spacious soul, And survey myself awbole, And enjoy myself alone, I'm a kingdom of my own. I've a mighty part within That the world hath never seen, Rich as Eden's happy ground, And with choicer plenty crown'd. a See Mr. Locke 's Annotations on Rom. iii. 25.. and Paraphrase on Roth. ix. 5. which has inclined some readers to doubt whether he believed the deity and satisfaction of Christ. Therefore in the fourth stanza I invoke charity, that by her help I may find him out in hea- ven, since his' Notes on 2 Cor. v. ult. and some other places, give me reason to believe be was no Socinïan, though he has darkened the glory of the gospel, and debased Christianity, hi the book which,he calls The Reasonableness of it, and in some of his other works. 271 Here on all the shining boughs Knowledge fair and useful grows; On the same young flow'ry tree All the seasons you may tee ; Nations in the bloom of light, dustdisclosingto the sight; Here are thoughtsof largergrowth, Rip'uing into solid truth; Fruits refin'd, of noble taste; Seraphs feed on such repast. Here in a green and shady grove, Streams of pleasure mix with love: There beneath the smiling skies Bills of contemplation rise ; Now upon some shining top Angels light, and call me up; I rejoice to raise my feet, Both rejoice when there we meet. There are endless beauties more Earth bath no resemblance for Nothing like them round the pole, Nothing can describe the soul : 'Tis a region half unknown, That has treasures of its own. More remote from public view Than the bowels of Peru ; Broader 'tis, and brighter far, Than the golden Indies ire; Ships that trace the watry stage Cannot coast it in an age Harts, or horses, strong and fleet, Had they wings to help their feet, Could not run it half way o'er In ten thousand days or more. Yet the silly wandring mind, Loath to be too much confin'd, Roves and takes her daily tours, Coasting round the narrow shores, Narrow shores of flesh and sense, Picking shells and pebbles thence: Or she sits at fancy's door, Calling shapes and shadows to her, Foreign visits still receiving, And t' herself a stranger living. Never, never would she buy Indian dust, or Tyrian dye, Never trade abroad for more, If she saw her native store ; If her inward worth were know* She might ever live alone. The Adventurous Muse. 1 URANIA takes her morning flight With an inimitablewing: Theo' rising deluges of dawning light She cleaves her wondrous way, She tunes immortal anthems to the growing day; Nor *Rapin gives her rules to fly, nor §Purcell notes to sing. 2 She nor inquires,nor knows, nor fears ' Where lie the pointed rocks, or where th' ingulphing sand, Climbingthe liquid mountains of the skies. * A French critic. § An English master of music.
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