Raise this tall trophy of Thy power;
Come once the conquering way; not to confute
But kill this rebel-word "irresolute,"
That so, in spite of all this peevish strength
Of weakness, she may write "resolved
length.

Unfold at length, unfold fair flower,
And use the season of Love's shower!
Meet his well-meaning wounds, wise heart!
And haste to drink the wholesome dart.
That healing shaft, which Heaven till now
Hath in love's quiver hid for you.
O dart of Love! arrow of light!
O happy you, if it hit right!
It must not fall in vain, it must
Not mark the dry regardless dust.
Fair one, it is your fate; and brings
Eternal words upon its wings.
Meet it with wide-spread arms, and see
Its seat your soul's just centre be.
Disband dull fears, give faith the day;
To save your life, kill your delay.
It is Love's siege, and sure to be
Your triumph, though His victory.
'Tis cowardice that keeps this field,
And want of courage not to yield.
Yield then, O yield, that Love may win
The fort at last, and let life in.
Yield quickly, lest perhaps you prove
Death's prey, before the prize of Love.
This fort of your fair self, if't be not won,
He is repulsed indeed, but you're undone.

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DIVINE EPIGRAMS

"Two went up into the Temple to pray."
TWO went to pray! O, rather say

One went to brag, th' other to pray;
One stands up close and treads on high,
Where th' other dares not send his eye.
One nearer to God's altar trod,
The other to the altar's God.

Upon the ass that bore our Saviour.

HATH only Anger an omnipotence 1

In eloquence?

Within the lips of Love and Joy doth dwell
No miracle?

Why else had Balaam's ass a tongue to chide
His master's pride,

And thou (Heaven-burthen'd beast) hast ne'er a

word

To praise thy Lord?

That he should find a tongue and vocal thunder,

Was a great wonder;

But O, methinks, 'tis a far greater one

That thou find'st none.

On the Proaigal.-LUKE XV.

TELL me, bright boy, tell me, my golden lad,
Whither
away so frolic? 2 why so glad?
What all thy wealth in council? all thy state?
Are husks so dear? troth, 'tis a mighty rate.

1 Num. xxii. 28.

2 Gay.

On St. Peter casting away his nets at our
Saviour's call.

THOU hast the art on't, Peter, and canst tell
To cast thy nets on all occasions well.

When Christ calls, and thy nets would have thee stay,

To cast them well's to cast them quite away.

Upon Lazarus's tears.

RICH Lazarus! richer in those gems, thy tears,
Than Dives in the robes he wears:

He scorns them now, but O! they'll suit full well
With th' purple he must wear in Hell.

Dives asks a drop.—Luke xvi. 24.

A DROP, one drop, how sweetly one fair drop
Would tremble on my pearl-tipp'd finger's top!
My wealth is gone; O! go it where it will,
Spare this one jewel; I'll be Dives still.

On the Miracle of Loaves.

Now, Lord, or never, they'll believe on Thee;
Thou to their teeth hast proved Thy Deity.

On the Miracle of Multiplied Loaves.

SEE here an easy feast that knows no wound, That under Hunger's teeth will needs be found: A subtle harvest of unbounded bread;

What would ye more? Here food itself is fed,

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The blind cured by the word of our Saviour.—
MATT. X.

THOU spak'st the word (Thy word's a law)
Thou spak'st, and straight the blind man saw.
To speak and make the blind man see,
"Was never man, Lord, spake like Thee."
To speak thus, was to speak (say I)
Not to his ear, but to his eye.

The widow's mites.-LUKE xxi. 2, 3.

Two mites, two drops (yet all her house and land) Fall from a steady heart, though trembling hand: The other's wanton wealth foams high and brave. The other cast away; she only gave.

"And He answered nothing.”—MAtt. xxvii. 12. O MIGHTY Nothing! unto thee, Nothing, we owe all things that be; God spake once when He all things made, He saved all when He Nothing said. The world was made of Nothing then; "Tis made by Nothing now again.

"I am not worthy that Thou shouldest come under my roof."-MATT. viii. 8.

THY God was making haste into thy roof, Thy humble faith and fear keeps Him aloof: He'll be thy guest, because He may not be ; He'll come into thy house? No, into thee.

To our Lord, upon the water made wine.

THOU water turn'st to wine (fair friend of life);

Thy foe, to cross the sweet acts of Thy reign, Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife, And so turns wine to water back again.

"It is better to go into Heaven with one eye," etc. MARK ix. 47.

ONE eye? a thousand rather, and a thousand more,
To fix those full-faced glories! O, he's poor
Of eyes that has but Argus' 1 store.

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Yet, if thou'lt fill one poor eye with Thy Heaven and Thee,

O grant, sweet Goodness, that one eye may be
All and every whit of me.

"But now they have seen and hated.".
JOHN XV. 24.

SEEN? and yet hated Thee? they did not see,
They saw Thee not, that saw and hated Thee:
No, no, they saw Thee not, O Life, O Love,
Who saw aught in Thee that their hate could

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move!

On the water of our Lord's Baptism.

EACH blest drop on each blest limb
Is wash'd itself in washing Him:
'Tis a gem while it stays here;
While it falls hence 'tis a tear.

1 A son of Jupiter having a hundred eyes and so called the "all seeing."