POE E T R Y. THOUGHTS ON IMPUTED RIGHTEOUSNESS, Occafioned by reading the Rev. Mr. Hervey's Dialogues between Theron and Afpafio. By Dr. Byrom. PART I. MPUTED RIGHTEOUSNESS!beloved Friend, If at the fame time a Believer's breast, Amongst the Difputants of later days, Through all his (full enough) embellished lines. Though now fo much exerting to confirm Its vaft importance, and revive the term, He was himself, he lets his Theron know, Of différent sentiments not long ago. And And friends of yours, it has been thought, I find, From the OLNEY COLLECTION. A fich foul. Mat. ix. 12. PHYSICIAN of my fin-fick soul, To thee I bring my cafe; My raging malady control, Pity the anguish I endure, See how I mourn and pine; I would difclofe my whole complaint, No words of mine can fully paint It lies not in a fingle part, A burning fever in my heart, A palfy in my head. Dd a It MY FORTITUD E. [By the Rev. Dr. Gibbons.] Friend, fhould Fortune's favouring gales, Tumultuous through the roaring deep, Still in one even tenor keep Your dignity of foul. Should Fortune fmile, be ftill ferene, Let no refponfive fmile be feen, Or fhould fhe pour the tear; Be fure to wipe the tear away, Nor quit your road, nor 'bate your speed, May choke or curse the ground: Often from forrow's cloud of night, Profperity Profperity its evil brings, Relaxing oft the mental ftrings, Adverfity her blessing gives, And every stroke the foul receives, Almighty God, whatever ills, Teach me, enlivened with thy love, Fortune and Fate are wild and vain, O'er Nature he extends his fway, O'er realms of night, and realms of day, Profperity fent from above, Spreads her inviting charms; Adverfity receives from God Its fcorpion-ftings and smarting rod, PARADISE REGAINE D. [By H. T.] EEK not for Paradife with curious SEEK eye In Afiatic climes, where Tigris' waves, Mixed with Euphrates in tumultuous joy, The fpacious plains of Babylonia laves. 'Tis gone with all its charms, and like a dream, For know wherever Love and Virtue guide, Behold that grove, whofe waving boughs admit, There through the fpiry grafs, where glides the brook, Philander and Cleora, happy pair! Tafte the cool breezes of the gentle wind; Their breafts from guilt, their looks are free from care, Sure index of a calm, contented mind. 'Tis here in virtuous love the ftudious fair Informs her babes, nor fcorns herself to' improve, While by his fmile fhe lives whofe pleasing care Difpenfes knowledge from the lips of love. No wild Defires can spread their poison here, Here |