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While thus his Wonders spread around,
Let the Seas add their watry Noise;
Ye finny Nations take a Voice. .
Loud bell’wing through his large Domain: Ye Surges, break your idle Sleep;
Ye Shores, reverberate the Strain.':
And shall mute Animals that swim,
Nór thou, O Earth, his Worth declare? . O! pay thy just Devoirs to him ;
He made thy pond'rous Ball cohere. Ye Dragons, tune your noisome Breath,
From dreadful Hissings into Joy :: · Ye scaly Ministers of Death,
In Song your forky Tongues employ. ". . Let Beasts their savage Lowing give, .. ;
From him they draw their springing Food :'! Lėt Wolves in Emulation ftrive,
With the dread Monfters of the Wood.''
Ye proftrate Vallies, higher rife: ".'.
Ye Shrubs mount upward to the Skies.
Howe'er distinguish'd or disjoin'd,
And laud the Maker of Mankind. .;
To Him let Kings their Homage pay;
Their Pow'r, compar'd with his, is none:
Bend low, as Subjects, at his Throne.
Appear, O Youth, in Bloom of Age ;
Let Years and Infancy engage, .
To praise th' Eternal, the Divine,
Far, far be impious Discord hurl'd; Let all his works in Confort join,,,
And with the gen’ral Chorus fill the World.
A HY M'N.
W HEN rising from the Bed of Death, : :
W O’erwhelmd with Guilt and Fear,
And Mercy may be fought, i
! But thou haft told the troubled Mind,
Who does her Sins lament,
Shall endless Woe prevent. ...
Then see the Sorrow of my Heart,
E'er yet it be too late ;
Her Pardon to procure, .
The ECST A C Y.
T Leave Mortality, and Things below;
Farewel to all ye in haste,
For I am call'd to go;
And lo! I mount, and lo! -
Where Shall I find the noble Britis Land ?
Which in the Sea does lie,
And seems a Grain o'th Sand!.
And is it this, alas, which we
. II. I pass by th' arched Magazins, which hold Th' eternal Stores of Frost, and Rain, and Snow;
Dry and secure I go,
Nor Shake with Fear, or Cold :
And Lightnings in my Way,
.' IV. Now into’a gentle Sea of rolling Flame I'm plung'd, and still mount higher there,
As Flames mount up through Air : ...in
So perfect, yet so tame; ·
My faithful Breast did cover,
Now into al and fill up through. A
The Hints of Galileo's Glass,
'Tis all so bright and gay, And the joint Eyes of Night make up a perfe& Day.
Swallows my Senses quite,
And drowns all what, or how, or where.
The tyrannous Pleasure cou'd express :
VII. The VII.
The mighty Elijab mounted fo on high,
The rest of Mankind fall,
And went not downwards to the Sky, . With much of Pomp and Show (As conqu’ring Kings in Triumph go),
Did he to Heav'n approach; And wondrous was his Way, and wondrous was his Coach.
VIII. 'Twas gawdy all, and rich in ev'ry Part, Of Efences, of Gems, and Spirit of Gold,
Was its substantial Mold;
Drawn forth by chymick Angel's Art. Here with Moon-beams 'twas filver'd bright, The double Gilt with the Sun's Light;
And myftick Shapes cut round in it, Figures that did transcend a vulgar Angel's Wit.
The nobleft, sprightful'ft Breed;
But such light solid ones as shine
· X. Thus mounted the great Prophet to the Skics. Astonisht Men, who oft had seen Stars fall,
Or that which so they call,
Wondred from hence to see one rise.
Awhile the facred Footsteps bore,