Wherefore fupplicate we, lauding 10th Cent. XIII. PARADISE. HERE nor waxing moon nor waning, For the faints, in beauty beaming, And in fafety tell their battles, And their foes' difcomfiture. Freed from every stain of evil, All their carnal wars are done; For the flesh, made spiritual, Peace unbroken spreads enjoyment, Here they live in endless being, Here they bloom, they thrive, they flourish, Lafting energy hath swallowed Darkling Death's malignant sway. Though each one's respective merit Where his power hath all combined: So that all that each poffeffes CHRIST, Thy foldiers' palm of honour, Lead me, when my warfare's girdle I fhall caft away from me : Grant me vigour, while I labour And I may at length inherit THEE my portion ever bleft. PETER DAMIAN*, 11th Cent. *The above stanzas form a portion of the celebrated hymn "De Gloriâ et Gaudiis Paradifi," by a true Chriftian, though a Roman Cardinal, and are from Mr. Wackerbath's admirable tranflation of the fame. XIV. THE LAST DAY. WHAT terror in Thy forethought, Who the spectacle can image- Senfe hath perished, tongue is rigid, Palpitates the breaft, and hoarfely All come round him! cogitation, Habit, word, and deed are there! All, though much and fore he ftruggle, Hover o'er him in the air: Turn he this way, turn he that way, On his inmoft foul they glare. Confcience! felf her culprit tortures, Fleshly lufts of fancied sweetness Then, what late appeared fo mighty, Chrift, unconquered King of Glory! When the body she must leave: Let the Prince of Darkness vanish Shepherd, Thou Thy fheep, thus ranfomed, To Thy country lead on high; Where for ever in fruition I may see Thee eye to eye! PETER DAMIAN, 11th Cent. XV. CHRIST. HEAD, fo full of bruifes, Mocked with a crown of thorn! With brightest majefty, In death now bowed and wounded! Saluted be by me. in blood: O Lord, what Thee tormented As were I on the spot, Thy heart-ftrings broke in death I give Thee thanks unfeigned, |