← This fair variety of things,

< Are merely life's refreshing springs, To foothe him on his way.

Enthufiaft, go! unftring thy lyre, ◄ In vain thou fing'st, if none admire, • How fweet foe'er the ftrain. And is not thy o'erflowing mind, • Unless thou mixeft with thy kind, • Benevolent in vain ?

<Enthufiaft, go! try every fenfe;
If not thy blifs, thy excellence,
Thou yet haft learn'd to fcan;
At least thy wants, thy weakness know,
And fee them all uniting show,

• That man was made for man.'

THE CURE OF SAUL.

A SACRED ODE.

VEN

BY DR. BROWN.

ENGEANCE, arife from thy infernal bed,
⚫ And pour thy tempeft on his guilty head!'
Thus Heaven's decree, in thunder's found,
Shook the dark abyfs profound.-
The unchain'd Furies come!
Pale Melancholy ftalks from hell:
Th' abortive offspring of her womb,
Despair and Anguish, round her yell.
By fleepless terror Saul poffefs'd,

Deep feels the fiend within his tortur'd breast.

On every ftring foft-breathing raptures dwell,
To foothe the throbbings of the troubled breast;
Whose magick voice can bid the tides of paffion fwell,
Or lull the raging storm to reft.'

Sunk on his couch, and loathing day,
The heaven-forfaken monarch lay :
To the fad couch the fhepherd now drew near;
And, while th' obedient choir flood round,
Prepar'd to catch the foul-commanding found,
He dropp'd a generous tear.-

Thy pitying aid, O God, impart !
For lo, thy poison'd arrows drink his heart!'

The mighty fong from Chaos rose : Around his throne the formless atoms sleep, And drowzy darkness broods upon the deep.Confufion, wake!

Bid the realms of Chaos shake!

• Rouze him from his dread repofe!' Hark! loud Difcord breaks her chain :

The hostile atoms clash with deaf'ning roar ;

Her hoarse voice thunders thro' the drear domain,

And kindles every element to war.

"Tumult cease!:.

"Sink to peace!...

Let there be light!"th' Almighty said:

• And

And lo, the radiant fun,

Flaming from his orient bed,
His endless course begun!

See, the twinkling Pleïads rife :
Thy ftar, Orion, reddens in the skies;
• While flow around the northern plain,
• Arcturus wheels his nightly wane.'

Thy glories, too, refulgent moon, he fung;
Thy mystick mazes, and thy changeful ray :

• Thy folemn orb of light

Guides the triumphant car of Night • O'er filver clouds, and sheds a fofter day!

Ye planets, and each circling constellation, • In fongs harmonious tell your generation! Oh! while yon radiant seraph turns the spheres, And on the ftedfaft pole-star stands fublime; • Wheel your rounds

To heavenly founds,

And foothe his fong-enchanted ears
With your celestial chime.'

In dumb furprize the lift'ning monarch lay ;
(His woe fufpended by fweet Mufick's fway ;)
And awe-ftruck, with uplifted eye,

Mus'd on the new-born wonders of the fky.

• Lead the foothing verfe along;

He feels, he feels the power of fong!

• Ocean haftens to his bed;

• The lab'ring mountain rears his rock-encumber'd head: Down his steep and fhaggy fide,

< The torrent rolls his thundering tide;

Then smooth and clear, along the fertile plain • Winds his majestick waters to the distant main. Flocks and herds the hills adorn ;

The lark, high foaring, hails the morn

And while along yon crimson-clouded steep

The flow fun fteals into the golden deep,

Hark! the folemn nightingale

Warbles to the woodland dale.
See, defcending angels fhower

Heaven's own blifs on Eden's bower:
• Peace on Nature's lap repofes;
• Pleasure strews her guiltless roses;
Joys divine in circles move,

Link'd with Innocence and Love.

Hail, happy Love, with Innocence combin'd!
All hail, ye finless parents of mankind !'.

They paus'd the monarch, proftrate on his bed,
Submiffive, bow'd his head;

Ador'd the works of boundless power Divine :

Then, anguish-struck, he cry'd, (and smote his breaft)

Heavenly harp, in mournful ftrain,

O'er yon weeping bower complain :--• What founds of bitter pangs I hear! • What lamentations wound mine ear! In vain, devoted pair, thefe tears ye

Peace with Innocence is fled :

The meffengers of Grace depart;

fhed;

• Death glares, and shakes the dreadful dart !—

Ah, whither fly ye, by yourfelves abhorr'd,

To fhun that frowning cherub's fiery fword!-

• Lo!

• Lo!

Haplefs, hapless pair,

Goaded by despair,

Forlorn, thro' defart climes they go !

Wake, my lyre! can Pity fleep,

When Heaven is mov'd, and angels weep!

Flow, ye melting numbers, flow;

Till he feel that guilt is woe.'

The king, with pride, and shame, and anguish torn,
Shot fury from his eyes, and scorn.
The glowing youth,

Bold in truth,

(So still should virtue guilty power engage)
With brow undaunted met his rage.
See, his cheek kindles into generous fire!
Stern, he bends him o'er his lyre;
And, while the doom of guilt he fings,
Shakes horror from the tortur'd strings.

• What founds of terror and diftrefs Rend yon howling wilderness!

The dreadful thunders found!

The forked lightnings flash along the ground!

Why yawns that deep'ning gulph below?

'Tis for Heaven's rebellious foe!--

Fly, ye fons of Ifrael, fly;

• Who dwells in Korah's guilty tents must die !

They fink!-Have mercy, Lord!-Their cries

In dreadful tumult rife!

• Hark! from the deep their loud laments I hear!

They leffen now, and leffen on the ear!

Now, deftruction's ftrife is o'er!

The countless hoft

For ever loft!

The gulph is clos'd!-Their cries are heard no more!

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