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• What mean'st thou, man? would'it thou unbind • The ties which constitute thy kind,
• The pleasures and the pains ?
The same Almighty Power unseen, • Who spreads the gay or folemn fcene
« To Contemplation's eye, • Fix'd ev'ry movement of the foul, • Taught ev'ry wilh it's deftin'd goal,
• And quicken'd ev'ry joy.
« He bids the tyrant passions rage, < He bids them wat eternal wage, • And combat each his foe
And beauties from deformities,
• Art thou not man, and dar'lt thou find • A bliss which leans not to mankind ?
• Prefumptuous thought and vain ! • Each bliss unshar'd is unenjoy'd ; • Each power is weak, unless employd
· Some social good to gain.
• Shall light and Made, and warmth and air, • With those exalted joys compare
Which active Virtue feels ! • When on the drags, as lawful prize, • Contempt, and Indolence, and Vice,
• At her triumphant wheels.
• As reft to labour still succeeds
• Employ his toilfome day;
* This fair variety of things,
« To soothe him on his way.
• Enthufiaft, go! unftring thy lyre,
• How sweet foe'er the strain.
• Benevolent in vain
• Enthusiast, go! try every sense; • If not thy bliss, thy excellence,
• Thou yet haft learn'd to scan ; • At least thy wants, thy weakness know, . And see them all uniting low,
• That man was made for man.'
CURE OF SA U L.
A SACRED ODE.
BY DR. BROWN.
ENGEANCE, arise from thy infernal bed,
• And pour thy tempest on his guilty head!'
By sleepless terror Saul possess’d,
Midnight spectres round him howl:
Before his eyes.
In troops they rise;
• He best can sweep the lyre,
• And lead the vocal choir :
• Or lull the raging storm to reft:'
Sunk on his couch, and loathing day,
The heaven-forsaken monarch lay:
And, while th' obedient choir ftood round,
He dropp'd a generous tear.
The mighty song from Chaos rose :
• Confufion, wake!
« Rouze him from his dread repose !
« Tumult cease!...
And lo, the radiant fun,.,
ใ น. . . :
• While flow around the northern plain,
Thy glories, too, refulgent moon, he sung;
• 0, faireft of the starry throng!
« Guides the triumphant car of Night, «O'er silver clouds, and sheds a softer day!
:101090!“ Ye planets, and each circling constellation, • In fongs harmonious tell your generation ! • Oh! whide yon radiant seraph turns the spheres, And on the stedfast pole-ftar stands sublime
? Wheel your rounds.
• To heavenly sounds, · And soothe his feng-enchanted ears
• With your celestial chime.'
In dumb surprize the lift'ning monarch lay ;'
• Ocean haftens to his bed ; « The lab'ring mountain rears his rock-cncumber'd head:
• Down his fteep and shaggy fide,
· Then smooth and clear, along the fertile plain
« Flocks and herds the hills adorn;
· The lark, high soaring, hails the morn.
· Hark! the folemn nightingale
· Warbles to the woodland dale.
• Heaven's own bliss on Eden's bower :
Joys divine in circles move,
« Link'd with Innocence and Love.
They paus'd the monarch, prostrate on his bed,
Submiffive, bow'd his head'; .
Ador'd the works of boundless power Divine :
• Why, why is Peace the wetcome guest
• Now let the folemn numbers Aow,... 29
Heavenly harp, in mournful ftrain,
• What lamentations wound mine eàr!
• Death glares, and shakes the dreadful dart !