Pleased she beheld aloft portrayed Emblems of health and heavenly aid, Unlike the enigmatic line, So difficult to spell, Which shook Belshazzar at his wine The night his city fell. Soon, watery grew her eyes and dim, None else, except in prayer for him, It was a scene in every part And seemed by some magician's art But other magic there, she knew, To raise such wonders in her view, That cordial thought her spirits cheered, And through the cumbrous throng, Not else unworthy to be feared, Conveyed her calm along. So, ancient poets say, serene The sea-maid rides the waves, And fearless of the billowy scene Her peaceful bosom laves. With more than astronomic eyes Yet let the glories of a night Like that, once seen, suffice; Heaven grant us no such future sight, Such previous woe the price! ON THE BENEFIT RECEIVED BY HIS MAJESTY FROM SEA-BATHING IN THE YEAR 1789 O SOVEREIGN of an isle renowned Wherever o'er yon gulf profound Her navies wing their way; With juster claim she builds at length Her empire on the sea, And well may boast the waves her strength, THE COCK-FIGHTER'S GARLAND MUSE, hide his name of whom I sing, Nor speak the school from which he drew Nor place where he was born. That such a man once was, may seem For proof to man what man may prove, This man (for since the howling wild Gentle he was, if gentle birth Could make him such; and he had worth, If wealth can worth bestow. In social talk and ready jest Possessed of every kind. Methinks I see him powdered red, Cruel as hell, and so was he; A tyrant entertained With barbarous sports, whose fell delight Was to encourage mortal fight 'Twixt birds to battle trained. One feathered champion he possessed, Nor e'er had fought but he made flow It chanced at last, when on a day He doomed his favourite dead. He seized him fast, and from the pit The horrid sequel asks a veil, All, suppliant, beg a milder fate Whirled round him rapid as a wheel Death menacing on all. But Vengeance hung not far remote, 'Tis not for us, with rash surmise, LINES AFTER THE MANNER OF HOMER DESCRIPTIVE OF THE OPENING OF A HAMPER THE straw-stuffed hamper with his ruthless steel He opened, cutting sheer the inserted cords Which bound the lid and lip secure. Forth came The rustling package; first, bright straw of wheat, Or oats, or barley; next a bottle green, Throat-full, clear spirits the contents, distilled Drop after drop odorous, by the art Of the fair mother of his friend-the Rose. HYMN FOR THE USE OF THE SUNDAY SCHOOL AT OLNEY HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and prayer, From infants made the public care Thanks for thy Word, and for thy day; And grant us, we implore, Never to waste in sinful play Thy holy sabbaths more. Thanks that we hear,-but oh, impart To each desires sincere, That we may listen with our heart, For if vain thoughts the minds engage What hope, that, at our heedless age, Much hope if thou our spirits take Who canst the wisest wiser make, Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows, And be thy mercies showered on those LONGING TO BE WITH CHRIST To Jesus, the Crown of my Hope, And waft me away to his throne! My Saviour whom absent I love, All glory, dominion, and power; Dissolve thou the bond, that detains When that happy era begins, When arrayed in thy beauty I shine, Oh then shall the veil be removed, And round me thy brightness be poured, I shall meet Him whom absent I loved, Shall see him whom unseen I adored. And then, never more shall the fears, |