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Enjoys the transports of some distant day,
Ev'n in the loneliest wild, the deepest shade,
, Celestial Truth, and Innocence serene, And Hope, exulting still in future joy, Tho' dangers threat and tempests intervene; And 'Patience, ever calm tho cares annoy, And sweet Benevolence, whose pleasures ne'er can cloy.
VI. In dangers firm, in triumphs ever mild, The awful form of Fortitude'appears ; Pure Joy, of heavenly Piety the child, Serenely smiles, unmov'd by grief or fears, Soft Mercy dries Affliction's bitter tears, Still blest in ev'ry blessing she bestows; While Friendship’s gentle voice each sorrow cheers. Sweet are her joys, and pleasing e'en her woes, When warm'd by Virtue's fire the sacred ardour glows.
VII. Thus Fancy's pow'r in solitude can charm, Can rouse each latent virtue in the heart, Preserve the heavenly spark for ever warm, And guiltless pleasures ev'ry hour impart. Yet oh! beware, lest Vice with fatal art Should taint the gift for Virtue's aid design'd; Lest Fancy's sting should point Affliction's dart, Or empty shadows check th'aspiring mind, By vain delights subdu'd, or vainer fears confin'd.
For oft, when Virtue prompts the gen'rous deed,
Thus, musing late at evening's silent hour,
Full many a path there was on ev'ry side,
But many foes in ev'ry path were seen, Who strove by ev'ry art to stop the way; Here Indolence appear'd with vacant mien, And painted forms of terror and dismay; And there the Passions rose in dread array, And fill'd with clouds and darkness all the air; While empty fears and hopes alike betray, And Pride with Folly join'd, destructive pair! Drew many from each path, then left them to de
Yet still distinguish'd o'er the hostile band,
XIII. Beside the way that leads to Virtue's shrine, This wicked hag her fav'rite dwelling chose; Around her walls did baneful nightshade twine, And twisted thorns did all her hut compose; And still, from morning's dawn to ev'ning's close, Some horrid purpose would her thoughts employ; For never could her heart enjoy repose, Nor e'er her restless spirit taste of joy, Save when her cruel arts could others' peace destroy.
The sprightly voice of guiltless Pleasure's train,
ON THE NATIVITY.
By the Rev. Thomas Bowdler. Hush'd is the brazen tongue of war, Which from loud trump and clarion shrill, O'er sea and land, o'er dale and hill, Rang its dread summons wide and far. Earth, with arts and plenty blest, Enjoys a jubilee of rest; And, once more link'd in holy love, Mercy and truth together meet,
Prepar'd their heavenly LORD to greet; Justice on earth pronounces her decrees, While Righteousness looks down from realms above.
Meet heralds of the Prince of Peace.
In Delphos' gloom and awful cave
The priestess erst was wont to rave;
The demons from their tripod thrones are hurl'd,
All vanquish'd by a mightier Pow'r,
Proclaims that in the distant East
Silent the voice of prophecy,
Which told of an auspicious day,
throne, Should claim the world's vast empire for His own, And clothe in ancient pomp JEHOVAH's favour'd
Arise, O bright and morning Star!
Announcing God's anointed One ;
with solemn pomp and rites decreed, The High Priest to His temple they would lead,
Or Monarch to His throne.