Hopeless immortals! how they scream and shiver, While devils push them to the pit wide yawning, Hideous and gloomy, to receive them headlong Down to the centre. Stop here my fancy: (all away ye horrid How he sits God-like: and the saints around him Thron'd, yet adoring! O may I sit there when he comes triumphant, Shout the Redeemer. LAUNCHING INTO ETERNITY. WATTS. It was a brave attempt! advent'rous he Who in the first ship broke the unknown sea; Trusted his life to the licentious wind. I see the surging brine: the tempest raves, Such is the soul that leaves this mortal land Wide to the wind, and as she sails she sings, She floats on the broad deep with infinite delight, MEDITATION IN A GROVE. WATTS. SWEET Muse, descend and bless the shade, But hence, ye wanton young No Phillis shall infect the air and fair, JESUS has all my pow'rs possess'd, Some of the fairest choirs above His charms shall make my numbers flow, I'll carve our passion on the bark, Shall drop, and bear some mystic mark That JESUS dy'd for me. The swains shall wonder when they read Inscrib'd on all the grove, That Heav'n itself came down, and bled To win a mortal's love. THE HERO'S SCHOOL OF MORALITY. WATTS. THERON among his travels found Mould, moss, and shades, had overgrown The sculpture of the crumbling stone, Yet ere he pass'd, with much ado "Enough," he cry'd; "I'll drudge no more, "In turning the dull Stoics o'er : "Let pedants waste their hours of ease "And feed their boys with notes and rules, "Methinks a mould'ring pyramid Says all that the old sages said: "For me, these shatter'd tombs contain "More morals than the Vatican. "The dust of heroes cast abroad, "And kick'd and trampled in the road, "That lately wars and crowns design'd, |