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Alternate glide away ;
Involve the dusky globe ; Praise him, who, when the heavens he spread, Darkness his thick pavilion made, And light bis regal robe.
XIV. Praise him, ye lightnings, as ye fly, Wing'd with his vengeance through the sky,
And red with wrath divine ; Praise him, ye clouds, that wandering stray, Dr, fix'd by him in close array,
Surround his awful shrine.
With annual verdure bloom ;
Revere his awful nod;
Think how ye once affrighted fled,
And own'd th' approaching God.
Ye trees, that fill the rural scene,
In native beauty reign,
Or fill the humble vale;
And roll from shore to shore;
And tremble and adore.
Reinote from human eye;. .
Ye languish, faint, and die.
Your artless lays improve;
Th’ expected prey to seize;
it power to move ;
The wonders of his love.
XXIV. Let Levi's tribe the lay prolong, Till angels listen to the song,
And bend attentive down;
Before his altars kneel;
Where, throned in majesty he dwells, And from the mystic cloud reveals
The dictates of his will.
XXVI. Ye spirits of the just and good, That, eager for the blest abode,
To heavenly mansions soar; 0! let your songs his praise display, Till heaven itself shall melt away, And time shall be no more.
XXVII. Praise him, ye meek and humble train, Ye saints, whom his decrees ordain
The boundless bliss to share ; 0! praise him, till ye take your way To regions of eternal day, And reign for ever there.
XXVIII. Let us, who now impassive stand, Awed by the tyrant's stern command,
Amid the fiery blaze; While thus we triumph in the flame, Rise, and our Maker's love proclaim,
In hymns of endless praise.
THE SPLENDID SHILLING.
BY JOHN PHILLIPS.
Sing, heavenly Muse !
HAPPY the man, who, void of cares and strife, In silken or in leathern
retains A Splendid Shilling; he nor hears with pain New oysters cried, nor sighs for cheerful ale; But, with his friends, when nightly mists arise, To Juniper's Magpye, or Town-hall,* repairs : Where, mindful of the nymph whose wanton eye Transfix'd his soul, and kindled amorous lames, Chloe, or Phyllis, in each circling glass Wisheth her health, and joy, and equal love. Meanwhile he smokes, and laughs at merry tale, Or pun ambiguous, or conundrum quaint. But I, whom griping penury surrounds, And hunger, sure attendant upon want, With scanty offals and small acid tiff (Wretched repast!) my meagre corpse sustain : Then solitary walk, or doze at home In garret vile, and with a warming puff Regale chill'd fingers; or from tube as black As winter chimney, or well polish'd jet, Exhale mundungus, ill-perfuming scent:
* Two Ale-houses.