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And now beneath delighted pass,
Where winding thro' the deep-gréén grafs
A full-brimm'd river flow'd.
I ftop, I gaze; in accents rude,
Burft forth th' unbidden lay : ›
⚫ Be gone, vile world! the learn'd, the wife, • The great, the busy I despise,
And pity e'en the gay.
Thefe, thefe are joys alone,' I cry ; 'Tis here, divine Philofophy,
Thou deign't to fix thy throne!
• Here Contemplation points the road,
• What mean'st thou, man? would't thou unbind The ties which conftitute thy kind,
The pleasures and the pains ? **
• Shall light and fhade, and warmth and air, • With thofe exalted joys compare
• Which active Virtue feels!
• As reft to labour ftill fucceeds
• To man, whilst Virtue's glorious deeds 2 vd I Employ his toilfome day; artemisarzisek qua
Enthufiaft, go! try every fenfe;
Thou yet haft learn'd to scan;
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.
BY DR. BROWN.
ENGEANCE, arife from thy infernal bed,
The unchain'd Furies come!
Pale Melancholy ftalks from hell :
Deep feels the fiend within his tortur'd breaft.
Midnight spectres round him howl:
Before his eyes
In troops they rife;
And feas of horror overwhelm his foul.
Hafte! to Jeffe's fon repair;
And lead the vocal choir :
'On every string foft-breathing raptures dwell,
Sunk on his couch, and loathing day,
To the fad couch the fhepherd now drew near;
Thy pitying aid, O God, impart !
The mighty fong from Chaos rofe:
Around his throne the formless atoms fleep,
Bid the realms of Chaos shake!
Rouze him from his dread repofe !'
Hark! loud Discord breaks her chain :
The hostile atoms clash with deaf'ning roar ;
Her hoarfe voice thunders thro' the drear domain,'
And kindles every element to war.
"Sink to peace!..
...Let there be light!"th' Almighty faid:
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,
Thy glories, too, refulgent moon, he fung;;
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 feraph turns the spheres, And on the stedfaft pole-star stands fublime; • Wheel your rounds
To heavenly founds,"
And foothe his fong-enchanted ears
In dumb furprize the list'ning monarch lay ;
Mus'd on the new-born wonders of the sky.
• 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;