'Come,' said the sons of bloody Rome, 'Let us provide new arms from hell;' And down they digg'd through earth's dark womb, Old Satan lent them fiery stores, Thy love that guards our island round; THE SECOND PART. ASSUME, my tongue, a nobler strain, Dark as our thoughts our minutes roll, Ran, threatening death through every town. The Roman priest, and British prince, 'Tis done, they cried, and laugh'd alond, But, lo! the great Deliverer sails The happy day, and happy year, The day that quench'd the burning snare, Now did thine arm, O God of hosts! Brigades of angels lin'd the way, And make his palace like your own. Then, mighty God, the earth shall know All hallelujah, heavenly King! 1 Nov. 5, 1688. 2 Nov. 5, 1588. THE INCOMPREHENSIBLE. FAR in the heavens my God retires, ́ When he descends within my view, But leaves it tir'd and fainting in the' unequal chase. Or, if I reach unusual height Till near his presence brought, There floods of glory check my flight, Cramp the bold pinions of my wit, And all untune my thought; Plung'd in a sea of light I roll, Where wisdom, justice, mercy, shines; Jnfinite rays in crossing lines [my soul. Beat thick confusion on my sight, and overwhelm Come to my aid, ye fellow-minds, And help me reach the throne; (What single strength in vain designs, United force hath done; Thus worms may join, and grasp the poles, Thus atoms fill the sea) But the whole race of creature-sonls, Stretch'd to their last extent of thought, plun and are lost in thee. Great God! behold my reason lies On pinions not her own: Faith shall direct her humble flight, Through all the trackless seas of light, To thee, the' Eternal Fair, the Infinite Unknown! DEATH AND ETERNITY. My thoughts, that often mount the skies, Go, search the world beneath Where Nature all in ruin lies, The tyrant, how he triumphs here! These skulls, what ghastly figures now! But where the souls, those deathless things, My thoughts, now stretch out all your wings O that unfathomable sea! Those deeps without a shore! Where living waters gently play, Or fiery billows roar. Thus must we leave the banks of life, Vain are our groans, and dying strife, There we shall swim in heavenly bliss, While the pale carcass thoughtless lies Some hearty friend shall drop his tear " These once were strong, as mine appear, Thus shall our mouldering members teach A SIGHT OF HEAVEN IN SICKNESS. OFT have I sat in secret sighs, To feel my flesh decay, Then groan'd aloud with frighted eyes, But I forbid my sorrows now, |