288 LYRIC POEMS. With swift ambition, zealous to attend Their Prince, and forma heav'n below the sky. Forbear, Charism, O forbear the thought Of female - fondness, and forgive the man That interrupts such melting harmony !" Thus Mitio; and awakes hernobler powers To pay ,just worship to the sacred King, Jesus, the God ; nor with devotion pure Mix the caresses of her softer sex ; (Vain blandishment!) " Come, turn thine eyes aside From Bethl'em, and climb up the doleful steep Of bloody Calvary, where naked sculls Pave the sad road, and fright the traveller. Can my beloved bear to trace the feet Of her Redeemer panting up the bill Hard- burden'd ; Can thy heart attend his cross? Nail'd to the cruel wood, he groans, he dies, For thee he dies. Beneath thy sins and mine (Horrible load !) the sinless Saviour- groans, And in fierce anguish of his soul expires. Adoring angelspry with beetling head Searching the deep contrivance, and admire This infinite design. Here peace is made 'Twixt God the Sov'reign, and the rebel man : Here Satan overthrown with all his hosts in second ruin rages and despairs ; Malice itself despairs. The capti+e prey Long held in slavery hopes a sweet release, And Adam's ruin'd offspringshall revive Thus ransom'd from the greedy jaws of death" The fair disciple heard ; her passions mono Harmonious to the great discourse, and breathe Refin'd devotion: while new smiles of love Repay her teacher. Both with headed knees Read o'er the cov'naot of eternal life Brought down to men ; seal'd by the sacred Three In heaven ; and seal'd on earth with God's own blood, Here they unite their namesagain, and sign Those peaceful articles. (Hail, blest co -heirs Celestial ! Ye shall grow to manly age, And spite of earth and hell, in season due Possess the fairinheritance above.) With joyous admiration they survey The gospel treasures infinite, unseen By mortal eye, by mortal ear unheard, 'And unconceiv'dbythought: Riches divine And honours which the Almighty Father God Pour'd with immense profusion on his Son, High. Treasurer of heaven. The Son bestows The life, the love, the blessing, and tite joy, On bankrupt mortals who believe and love His name. " Then, my Charissa, all is thine, And thine, my Mitio, the fair saint replies. Life, death, the world below; and worlds on high, And place, and time, are ours ; and things to come, And past, and present ; fbr our interest stands Firm in our mystic head, the title sure.
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