HEN fhall I offer up, O beautiful and bright, Even in the bofom of Thy light, My canticle of praife to Thee? And ever praying for Thy fake, My burning thirst for ever flake From Thy fount of purity. CANTIQUES SPIRITUELS, A.D. 1694. Resurrection.-Greatness. 229 XLII. RESURRECTION. ONTEMPLATE, when the fun declines, COWPER. XLIII. GREATNESS. HOU haft left behind Powers that will work for Thee-Earth air, and skies; There's not a breathing of the common That will forget Thee-Thou haft great allies- And love, and man's unconquerable mind. WORDSWORTH. XLIV. MERCY. HE quality of Mercy is not ftrain'd, Upon the place beneath; it is twice It bleffeth him that gives, and him that takes; Wherein doth fit the dread and fear of kings; An earthly power doth then show likeft God's, SHAKESPEARE. XLV. HUMILITY. H, I would walk A weary journey-to the furtheft verge Of the big world, to fee that good man's form, Who, in the blaze of wisdom and of art, Preferves a lowly mind, and to his God, KIRKE WHITE. XLVI. MEMORY. JER charm around, the enchantress, Memory, threw, A charm that foothes the mind, and fweetens too! But is her magic only felt below? Say through what brighter realms fhe bids it flow! There thy bright train, immortal Friendship, foar, No more to part, to mingle tears no more! And as the foftening hand of Time endears The joys and forrows of our infant years, So there the foul, releafed from human strife, Its lights and fhades, its funfhines and its fhowers, As at a dream that charmed her vacant hours! XLVII. ROGERS. ART. OME, bright Improvement, in the car of Time, And rule the fpacious world from clime to clime. Thy handmaid, Art, fhall every wild Trace every wave, and culture ev'ry shore. Shall start to view the glittering haunts of men, CAMPBELL. |