N VERSES TO THE AUTHOR. WOW let the Atheist tremble; Thou alone Can bid his confcious heart the Godhead own. Whom shalt thou not reform? O thou haft seen, How God defcends to judge the fouls of men. Thou heard'st the sentence how the guilty mourn, Driven out from God, and never must return. Yet more, behold ten thousand thunders fall, When guilty Sodom felt the burning rain, But tell me, oh! what heavenly pleasure tell, But thou art best delighted to rehearse Το To fix the foul on God; to teach the mind Madg. Coll. T. WARTON. TO A LADY, WITH THE LAST DAY. MADAM, HE ERE, facred truths, in lofty numbers told, To boundlefs orbs, and bids her fearless foar, Thus did the Mufes fing in early times, But |