With extafy he hails the fight

Of those fupernal fields of light,
Where God's own face in fmiles ferene,
And JESUS, thron'd in love, are seen,
Where feraphs fwell their notes of praife,
And faints their humbler anthems raife:
Thither he longs to wing his flight
To fhare the worship and delight,

And

of glass fufpended in the air at noon day has all its furface furrounded with the atmosphere and fun-beams, whither,whither, whither, I fay, are we arrived? Height, depth, length and breadth, how ftupendously vaft are they, and how much furpaffing our comprehenfion? Into what an atom, compared with the universe, is the vaft globe of the earth fhrunk, and into what less than atoms ourselves, the less than emmets, or mites creeping upon the face of the terreftrial ball? Thought, in its boldest flights, in its utmost laboured exertion, despairs to conceive the extents, the extents, did I fay? nay, only fome fmaller parts of this aftonishing, and to us, I had almost faid, unbounded creation. What then are the power and perfections of that Being who has made all these things, who has raised the universe by a word, who pervades it by his prefence, who controls it by his will, and can at once diffolve it by his frown? according to the fublime accounts of Scripture, Gen. i. 3. And GOD said, Let there be light, and there was light. Jer. xxiii. 24. Do not I fill heaven and earth, faith the LORD? Pfalm cxxxv. 6. Whatsoever the LORD pleased, that did he in hea ven and in earth, in the feas, and in all deep places; and Rev. xx. 11. And I saw a great white throne, and Him that fat on it, from whofe face the earth and the heaven fled away, and there qwas found no place for them.

To Him whofe temple is all space,

Whofe altar earth, fea, fkies!

One chorus let all being raife!

All nature's incenfe rife!

POPE'S Univerfal Prayer.

And mourns his lot, condemn'd to dwell

So long in this corporeal cell.

Soon as the fun, from Ganges' ftreams
Emerg'd, emits his orient beams,
With veneration moft profound,
Kneeling or proftrate on the ground,
He, nullify'd before his God,
Devoutly deprecates his rod,
And afks his mercy to efface
His guilt, and fhew its smiling face.
But when the spring, ferene and gay,
Dreft in th' unfulli'd beams of May,
Rides forth upon the blooming hours,
And all the meads are crown'd with flow'rs,
His eyes, that fix'd themfeives above,
Defcending o'er the landscape rove,
And mark what glories all divine
In thousand forms and colours fhine.
"How do the graffy fpires, he cries,
"Shoot upwards, and affect the skies?
"All things around with one confent
"Their distance from the skies lament;
"Th' enamell'd mead, the fpringing copfe
"Weep in a thousand mournful drops.
"Pallid and wan the privet blows,
Faint blufhes overfpread the rofe;
"The lilies to the heav'n expand,
"As they would greet that better land,
"At ev❜ning fighing to the wind,
"At morn in fhow'rs of tears declin'd;
"And what fhall I forget my birth
"Celestial, and be fond of earth?
"Be fond of this encumb'ring clod,
"And never feek my Heav'n, and GOD?"

Accofting thus the groves and hills,
The bubbling fprings, and purling rills,
He haftens thro' the various fcenes,
Th' entwining fhades and flow'ry greens,
To trace where the Creator trod,
"And left the footsteps of a GOD,"
But, if inclining to unbend,
He to his villa afks his friend,
When Auguft glows with fultry heat,
To share with him a rural treat,
He at his porch, or under fhade
Around in verdant gloom display'd,
Collecting from his various hoard,
With a neat plenty crowns his board.
In a pure fhell his falt is plac'd,
Here recent cheese invites the taste;
Here with the wine the flasket glows,
Here sparkling ale the vase o'erflows;
While ftrawberries the woods produce,
Rich in their scents, and rich in juice,
Give to the bread a flav'rous tafte,
Or crown with dainties the repast.
Not turbot's dignity of food,
Nor turtle, from a foreign flood,
So well relieve my appetite,
Or give my palate such delight,
As the wood-pigeon, young and fresh,
Or turtle-dove's delicious flefh;

Or goofe, that fhares its time between

The neighb'ring pool and neighb'ring green ;
With beans too good for SAMOS' fage
To license in his learned age;
Salads of lettuce, onions, creffes,
And frumenty in fav'ry meffes;

Not

Not fuch at city-feafts appear,
Unrivall❜d by the kickshaws there.
His banquet o'er, his fteps repair
From the dead fea of fultry air,
Into the thick-embow'ring grove,
Or by the river's margin rove,
Or in the bofom of a boat
On the smooth current fee him float,
From whence, rich viands round him caft
To call the fishes to repaft,

Among the crowd he drops the bait
One hapless quick abforbs the fate,
And the rod trembles with his weight,
Or trout, or tench, food for delight,
To smoke upon his board at night.
Mean time with lowing herds the woods,
With bleating flocks refound the floods,
While finches, from their green retreat
Warbling, their tales of love repeat,
And nightingales of mufic pour
Their large inimitable store.

The fhepherd's pipe here calls the goats
Wide-wand'ring to their ev❜ning-cotes;
With fcythes inverted here the swains
Alternate tune their jocund ftrains;
While the wains labour with their weight,
And groan to yield their precious freight
Into the barns, that fcarce contain
The treasures of the hoarded grain.
His joys to heighten and refine
With him his friends unbending join,
Friends philofophic and polite
Skill'd to improve and to delight,
With wit's quick fallies to surprise,
And make the voice of laughter rise.

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Thus

Thus innocently, wisely gay,

He fees the fun's departing ray,
And confcience fmiles upon the day.
Had the rich us'rer ALPHIUS seen
A life fo facred and ferene,
When he refolv'd to banish care,
And to fome ftill recefs repair,
The wretch had not renew'd his fin,
And what the ides had gather'd in,
He had not on the kalends lent,
And dropt his laudable intent *.

*At ille, FLACCE, nunc erit beatior,
Qui mole curarum procul

Paterna liquit rura, litigantium
Solutus omni jurgio;

Nec folis æftum frugibus timet fuis,
Nec fidus hyberni Jovis,

Rixasque vitat, et fcelefta curiæ
Rapacioris limina.

Ergo aut profanis hactenus negotiis
Amiffa plorat fidera;

Aut in reducta fede difperfum gregem

Errantis animi colligit,
Poftquam beatæ lucra confcientiæ
Quadrante libravit fuo.

Idem, propinqua nocte, ftellatas vigil
Cum Vefper accendit faces,

Ut gaudet immortale mirari jubar,
Terraque majores globos,

Et per cadenteis intueri lacrymas

Rimofa lucis atria,

Quæ CHRISTE tecum, Virgo quæ tecum colat
Perennis hæres feculi !

Volvuntur aureis interim ftellæ rotis,

Pigrumque linquunt exfulem,

Per ora cujus uberes eunt aquæ,
Somnos quod avertat graveis.

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