.332 MISCELLANEOUS THOUGHTS. 3 There Jesus reigns, adored name! The second on thethrone supreme: In whose mysterious form combine Created glories and divine: The joy and wonder of the realms above: At his command all theirwing'd squad- rons move, Burn with his fire, and triumph in his love. 4 There souls releas'd from earth's dark bondage live, My Reynolds there, with Howe and Hoyle are found; Not time nor nature could their genius bound, And now they soar, and now they dive In that unlimitable deep where thought itself is drown'd. They aidthe seraphs while they sing, God is their unexhaustedtheme ; Light, life and joy for that immortal spring O'erflow the blessed millions with an endless stream. Amazing state! Divine abode ! Where spirits find their heaven while they are lost in God. s Hail, holy souls, no more confin'd To limbs and bones that clog the mind. Ye have escap'd the snares, and left the chains behind. We wretched prisoners here below, What do we see, or learn or know, But scenes of various folly, guilt and woe? Life's buzzing sounds and flatt'ring colours play Round our fond sense, and waste the day, Inchant the fancy, vex the labouring soul; Each rising sun, each lightsome hour, Beholds the bust, slavery we endure ; Nor is our freedom Mil, or contem- plation pure, When night and sacred silence over- spread the pole. s Reynolds, thou late ascended mind, Employ'd in various thought and tuneful song, What happy moment shall my soul unbind, And bid me join th' harmonious throng ? Oh fora wing to raise to thee ! When shall my eyes those heav'nly wonders see ? When shall I taste those comforts with an ear refin'd ? 7 Roll on apace, ye spheres sublime, Swift drive thy chariot round illustri- ous moon Haste, all ye winkling measurers of time, Ye can't fulfil your coursetoo soon. Kindle my languid pow'rs celestial love, Point all my passions to the courts above, Then send the convoy down to guard. my last remove. 8 Thrice happy world, where gilded toys No more disturb our thoughts, no more pollute ourjoys ! There light and shade succeed no more by turns, There reigns th' eternal sun with an unclouded ray, There all is calm as night, yet all im- mortal day, And truth for ever shines, and love for ever burns. XIV. The Honourable Magistrate. INVIDO was a man of shrewd understanding, but had se much ill humour in his make, that he could speak well of no body: Yet there once happened an incident in conversation, that betrayed him, without thinking, into a good- natured truth ; and even while. he was practising his own malicious temper, he was surprised into the açknowledgment of superior worth, and paid a nobler testimony to virtue. The Story was this. A friend of mine had drawn up the character of an exoellent magistrate, where, among other admirable qualifications, these were inserted
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