Had but the prison walls been strong, In darkness she had dwelt too long, But now the everlasting hills The shines of heaven rush sweetly in At all the gaping flaws; Visions of endless bliss are seen, And native air she draws. may these walls stand tottering still, The breaches never close, If I must here in darkness dwell, Or rather let this flesh decay, Till glad to see the enlarged way, I stretch my pinions through. THE UNIVERSAL HALLELUJAH. PSALM CXLVIII. PARAPHRASED. PRAISE ye the Lord with joyful tongue, Gabriel, and all the immortal choir Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies, Or veil your little twinkling eyes Thou restless globe of golden light, Blush and refund the honours paid To your inferior names : Tell the blind world, your orbs are fed Winds, ye shall bear his name aloud Thunder and hail, and fires and storms, Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas, In your eternal roar; Let wave to wave resound his praise, While monsters sporting on the flood, And lash the foaming brine. But gentler things shall tune his name Young zephyrs breathing o'er the stream, Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines, Sweet clusters, bend the fruitful vines Let the shrill birds his honour raise, And climb the morning sky; While grovelling beasts attempt his praise In hoarser harmony. Thus while the meaner creatures sing, Ye mortals, take the sound, Echo the glories of your king, Through all the nations round. The eternal name must fly abroad, And the whole race shall bow to God THE ATHEIST'S MISTAKE. LAUGH, ye profane, and swell and burst With bold impiety; Yet shall ye live for ever curs'd, And seek in vain to die. The gasp of your expiring breath By the last agonies of death, Ye stand upon a dreadful steep, Your weighty guilt will sink you deep, When iron slumbers bind your flesh, And tortures wake the mind. Then you 'll confess the frightful names Then shall ye curse that fatal day, With flames upon your tongues, When you exchang'd your souls away For vanity and songs. Behold the saints rejoice to die, For heaven shines round their heads; And angel-guards, prepar'd to fly, Attend their fainting beds. |