A Profpect of the RESURRECTION.

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OW long fhall death the tyrant reign

And triumph o'er the juft,

While the rich blood of martyrs flain
Lies mingled with the dust?

When fhall the tedious night be gone?
When will our Lord appear?
Our fond defires would pray him down,
Our love embrace him here.

Let faith arife, and climb the hills,
And from afar defcry

How diftant are his chariot-wheels,
And tell how fast they fly.

Lo, I behold the fcattering fhades,
The dawn of heaven appears,
The sweet immortal morning spreads
Its blushes round the spheres.

I fee the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around;
The fkies divide, to make him room,
The trumpet shakes the ground.

I hear the voice, "Ye dead, arife!"
And lo, the graves obey,

And waking faints with joyful eyes

Salute th' expected day.

They

They leave the duft, and on the wing
Rife to the middle air,

In fhining garments meet their King,
And low adore him there.

0 may my humble spirit stand
Amongst them cloth'd in white!
The meaneft place at his right hand
Is infinite delight.

How will our joy and wonder rife,

When our returning King

Shall bear us homeward through the skies
On love's triumphant wing!

Ad Dominum noftrum & Servatorem
JESUM CHRISTUM.

OD A.

E, grande numen, corporis incola,

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Te, magna magni progenies patris,

Nomen verendum noftri Jefu

Vox, citharæ, calami fonabunt.

Aptentur auro grandifonæ fides,

Chrifti triumphos incipe barbite,

Fractofque terrores Averni,

Vi&um Erebum, domitamque mortem.

Immenfa vaftos fæcula circulos

Volvêre, blando dum Patris in finû

Toto fruebatur Jehovah

Gaudia mille bibens Jefus ;

Donec fuperno vidit ab æthere
Adam cadentem, tartara hiantia,
Unâque mergendos ruinâ

He nimium miferos nepotes:
Vidit minaces vindicis angeli
agnes & enfem, telaque fanguine
Tingenda noftro, dum rapine
Spe fremuere Erebæa monftra.
Commota facras vifcera protinus
Senfêre flammas, omnipotens furor
Ebullit, Immenfique Amoris
Ethereum calet Igne Pectus.

"Non tota prorfus Gens Hominum dabit
"Hofti triumphos: Quid patris & labor
Dulcifque imago? num peribunt
"Funditus? O prius aftra cæcis.
Mergantur undis, & redeat chaos :
"Aut ipfe difperdam Satanæ dolos,
"Aut ipse disperdar, & isti

Sceptra dabo moderanda dextræ.

"Teftor paternum numen, & hoc caput "Equale teftor," dixit; & ætheris

Inclinat ingens culmen, alto

Defiliitque ruens Olympo.

Mortale corpus impiger induit

Artufque noftros, heu tenues nimis

Nimifque viles! Vindicique

Corda dedit fodienda ferro.

Vitamque

Vitamque morti; Proh dolor! O graves Tonandis iræ! O Lex fatis afpera! Mercefque peccati severa

Adamici, vetitique fructus.

Non pœna lenis! Quò ruis impotens !
Quò Mufa! largas fundere lacrymas,
Bustique divini triumphos
Sacrilego temerare fletu ?

Sepone queftus, læta Deum cane
Majore chordâ. Pfalle fonoriùs
Ut ferreas mortis cavernas
Et rigidam penetravit aulam.

Senfêre Numen Regna feralia,
Mugit barathrum, contremuit chaos,
Dirùm fremebat Rex Gehennæ,
Perque fuum tremebundus orcum.

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Latè refugit. "Nil agis impie, Mergat vel imis te Phlegethon vadis, "Hoc findet undas fulmen," inquit,

Et patrios jaculatus ignes.

Trajecit hoftem. Nigra filentia
Umbræque flammas æthereas pavent
Dudum perofæ, ex quo corufco
Præcipites cecidere cœlo.

Immane rugit jam tonitru; fragor
Latè ruinam mandat: ab infinis

Lectæque defignata genti

Tartara disjiciuntur antris.

Heic ftrata paffim vincula, & heîc jacent
Unci cruenti, tormina mentium
Invifa; ploratuque vasto

Spicula mors fibi adempta plangit.
En, ut refurgit victor ab ultimo
Ditis profundo, curribus aureis
Aftricta raptans monftra noctis
Perdomitumque Erebi tyrannum.
Quanta angelorum gaudia jubilant
Victor paternum dum repetit polum ?
En qualis ardet, dum beati
Limina fcandit ovans Olympi!

Io triumphe plectra feraphica,
Io triumphe Grex Hominum fonet,
Dum læta quaquaverfus ambos
Aftra repercutiunt triumphos.

SUI-IPSIUS INCREPATIO.

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EPIGRAMMA.

ORPORE cur hæres, Wattfi? cur incola terræ ?
Quid cupis indignum, mens habitare lutum ?

Te caro mille malis premit; hinc juvenes gravat artus
Languor, & hinc vegetus crimina fanguis alit.
Cura, amor, ira, dolor mentem malè diftrahit; auceps
Undique adeft Satanas retia fæva ftruens.
Sufpice ut æthereum fignant tibi nutibus aftra
Tramitem, & aula vocat parta Cruore Dei.

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