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Spread all your wings, ye winds, and waft around,
Earth's universal homage to the Lord;
Enwrap this wide, and restless world of man; When the Judge rides upon the enthroning wind, And o'er all generations of mankind
Eternal vengeance waves its winnowing fan; To vast infinity's remotest space, While ages run their everlasting race, Shall all the beatific hosts prolong, Wide as the glory of the Lamb, the Lamb's triumphant
DEATH AND ETERNITY.
Yer a few years, or days perhaps,
And time to me shall be no more;
And life's fantastic dream be o'er.
And gloomy darkness wraps me round!
And constant at my board is found !
But then, this spark that warms, that guides, That lives, that thinks-what fate betides?
Can this be dust!~a kneaded clod! This yield to death! the soul, the mind, That measures heaven, and mounts the wind,
That knows at once itself and God! Great cause of all, above, below,Who knows Thee, must for ever know
Thou art immortal and divine! Thine image on my soul imprest, Of endless being is the test,
And bids eternity be mine! Transporting thought! but am I sure That endless life will joy secure ?-
Joys only to the just decreed !'The guilty wretch, expiring goes Where vengeance endless life bestows,
That endless misery may succeed !
To sober thought confin’d!
Indulge my pensive mind.
In folly's noisy streain;
Thy philosophic dream.
Thro' yon dark grove of mournful yews With solitary steps I muse,
By thy direction led : Here, cold to pleasure's tempting forms, Consociate with
My future peaceful bed;
In death's refreshing shade.
That varying life attend !
Ye faithless idols of our sense,
Ye empty names of joy,
Before the mental eye.
The dazzling colours falsely bright,
With superficial state :
Appears the painted cheat !
The dread of death control?
Can Pleasure's more bewitching charms
That shake the parting soul?
My erring senses teach,
These awful relics preach.
Derive their fatal spring :
The pale terrific king.
And owns thy threat’nings just;
And lifts her from the dust.
Sublim'd by thee, the soul aspires,
To nobler views elate :
The universal debt.
In death's soft slumber lullid to rest,
That gently whisper peace :
Of active life and Oliss.
TO THE DEITY.
GREATEST of Beings! source of life!
Sovereign of air and earth and sea! All nature feels thy power, and all
A silent homage pay to thee. Wak'd at thy call, the morning sun
Pours forth to thee, its earliest rays; And spreads thy glories as it climbs;
While raptur'd worlds look up and praise. The moon to the deep shades of night,
Speaks the mild lustre of thy name; While all the stars that cheer the scene,
Thee the great Lord of light proclaim. And groves and vales, and rocks and hills,
And ev'ry flow'r, and ev'ry tree,
Have each a grateful song for thee.
And blest with reason's clear light, He views his Maker through his works,
And glows with rapture at the sight. Subject to wants, to thee he looks,
And from thy goodness seeks supplies; And, when oppress’d with guilt he mourns,
Thy mercy lifts him to the skies. Children whose little minds unform’d,
Ne'er rais'd a tender thought to Heav'u; And men,
whom reason lifts to God, Though oft by passion downward driven;