His praise around, ye flow'ry tribes, exhale,
Far as your sweets embalm the spicy gale!
His praise, ye dimpled streams, to earth reveal,
As pleas'd ye murmur through the flow'ry vale!
His praise, ye feather'd choirs, distinguish'd sing,
As to your notes the vocal forests ring!
His praise proclaim, ye monsters of the deep,
Who in the vast abyss your revels keep!
Or ye, fair natives of our earthly scene,
Whorange the wilds, or haunt the pasture green!
Nor thou, vain lord of earth, with careless ear
The universal hymn of worship hear!
But ardent in the sacred chorus join,
Thy soul transported with the task divine!
While by his works th' Almighty is confess'd,
Supremely glorious, and supremely bless'd!
Great lord of life! from whom this humble
Derives the pow'r tosing thy holy name, [frame
Forgive the lowly Muse, whose artless lay
Has dar'd thy sacred Attributes survey!
Delighted oft thro' Nature's beauteous field
Has she ador'd thy wisdom bright reveal'd;
Oft have her wishes aim'd the secret song,
But awful rev'rence still withheld her tongue.
Yet as thy bounty lent the reas'ning beam,
As feels my conscious breast thy vital flame,
So, blest Creator, let thy servant pay
His mite of gratitude this feeble way;
Thy goodness own, thy Providence adore
And yield thee only what was thine before.

$51. The Day of Judgement: a Seatonian Prize Poem. By Dr. Glynn.

THY Justice, heav'nly king! and that great day,
When Virtue, long abandon'd and forlorn,
Shall raise her pensive head; and Vice, that erst
Rang'd unreprov'd and free, shall sink appall'd;
I sing advent rous But what eye can pierce
The vast imineasurable realms of space,
O'er which Messiah drives his flaming car
To that bright region, where enthron'd he sits,
First-born of Heav'n, to judge assembled worlds,
Cloth'd in celestial radiance? Can the Muse,
Her feeble wing all damp with earthly dew,
Soar to that bright empyreal, where around
Myriads of angels, God's perpetual choir,
Hymn hallelujahs, and in concert loud
Chant songs of triumph to their Maker's praise?—
Yet will I strive to sing, albeit unus'd'
To tread poetic soil. What though the wiles
Of Fancy me enchanted, ne'er could lure
To rove o'er fairy lands; to swim the streams
That through her valleys wave their mazy way;
Or climb her mountain tops; yet will I raise
My feeble voice to tell what harmony
(Sweet as the music of the rolling spheres)
Attunes the moral world: that Virtue still
May hope her promis'd crown; that Vicemaydread
Vengeance, though late; that reas'ning Pride may

own

Just, though unsearchable, the ways of Heav'n. Sceptic! who'ever thou art, who say'st the soul, That divine particle which God's own breath

Inspir'd into the mortal mass, shall rest
Annihilate, till Duration has unroll'd
Her never-ending line; tell, if thou know'st,
Why every nation, every clime, though all
In laws, in rites, in manners disagree,
With one consent expect another world,
Where wickedness shall weep? Why Paynim-
Fabled Elysian plains, Tartarian lakes, [bards,
Styx and Cocytus? Tell, why Hali's sons
Have feign'd a paradise of mirth and love,
Banquets, and blooming nymphs? or rather tell,
Why, on the brink of Orellana's stream,
Where never Science rear'd her sacred torch,
Th' untutor'd Indian dreams of happier worlds
Behind the cloud-topt hill? Why in each breast
Is plac'd a friendly monitor, that prompts,
Inforins, directs, encourages, forbids?
Tell, why on unknown evil grief attends,
Or joy on secret good? Why conscience acts
With tenfold force, when sickness, age, or pain
Stands tott'ring on the precipice of death?
Or why such horror gnaws the guilty soul
Of dying sinners, while the good man sleeps
Peaceful and calm, and with a smile expires?
Look round the world! with what a partial hand
The scale of bliss and mis'ry is sustain'd!
Beneath the shade of cold obscurity
Pale Virtue lies; no arm supports her head,
No friendly voice speaks comfort to her soul,
Nor soft-eyed Pity drops a melting tear;
But, in their stead, Contempt and rude Disdain
Insult the banish'd wanderer: on she goes,
Neglected and forlorn: Disease and Cold,
And Famine, worst of ills, her steps attend!
Yet patient, and to Heaven's just will resign'd,
She ne'er is seen to weep, or heard to sigh.

Now turn your eyestoyonsweet-smellingbow'r,
Where, flush'd with all the insolence of wealth,
Sits pamper'd Vice! For him th' Arabian gale
Breathes forth delicious odours; Gallia's hills
For him pour nectar from the purple vine.
Nor think for these he pays the tribute due
To Heav'n: of Heav'n he never names the name,
Save when with imprecations dark and dire
He points his jest obscene. Yet buxom Health
Sits on his rosy cheek; yet Honor gilds
His high exploits; and downy-pinion'd Sleep
Sheds a soft opiateo'er his peaceful couch. [this,

Seest thou this, righteous Father! seest thou And wilt thou ne'er repay? Shall good and ill Be carried undistinguish'd to the land Where all things are forgot? — Ah, no! the day Will come when Virtue from the cloud shall burst, That long obscur'd her beams, when Sin shall fly Back to her native Hell; there sink eclips'd In penal darkness; where no star shall rise, Nor ever sunshine pierce th' impervious gloom.

On that great day the solemn trump shall sound, (That trump which once in heav'n on man'srevolt Convok'd th' astonish'd seraphs) at whose voice The unpeopledgravesshallpourforthalltheir dead. Then shall th' assembled Nations of the Earth From ev'ry quarter at the judgement-seat Unite; Egyptians, Babylonians, Greeks,

Parthians;

Parthians; and they who dwelton Tyber's banks,
Names fam'd of old: or who of later age,
Chinese and Russian, Mexican and Turk,
Tenant the wild terrene; and they who pitch
Their tents on Niger's banks; or, where the sun
Pours on Golconda's spires his early light,
Drink Ganges' sacred stream. At once shall rise,
Whom distant ages to each others sight
Had long denied: before the throne shall kneel
Some great Progenitor, while at his side
Stand his descendants through a thousand lines.
Whate'er their nation, and whate'er their rank,
Heroes and patriarchs, slaves and sceptred kings,
With equal eye the God of all shall see,
And judge with equal love. What though the
With costly pomp and aromatic sweets [great
Embalin'd his poor remains; or through the dome
A thousand tapers shed their gloomy light,
While solenin organs to his parting soul
Chanted slow orisons? Say, by what mark
Dost thou discern hin from that lowly swain
Whose mould'ring bones beneath thethorn bound
Long lay neglected? All at once shall rise, [turf
But not to equal glory; for, alas!

With howlings dire, and execrations loud,
Some wail their fatal birth.-First among these
Behold the mighty murd'rers of mankind :
They who in sport whole kingdoms slew; or they
Who to the tott ring pinnacle of power [curse
Waded through seas of blood! How will they
The madness of ambition! how lament [wife
Their dear-bought laurels; when the widow'd
And childless mother at the judgement seat [they
Plead trumpet-tongu'd against them!-Here are
Who sunk an aged father to the grave;
Or with unkindness hard, and cold disdain,
Slighted a brother's suff'rings. Here are they
Whom fraud and skilful treachery long secur'd;
Who from the infant virgin tore her dow'r,
And ate the orphan's bread; who spent their
In selfish luxury; or o'er their gold [stores
Prostrate and pale ador'd the useless heap.
Here too who stain'd the chaste connubial bed!--
Who mix'd the pois'nous bowl; or broke the
Of hospitable friendship; -- and the wretch [tics
Whose listless soul, sick with the cares of life,
Unsuminon'd, to the presence of his God
Rush'd in with insult rude. How would they joy
Ouce more to visit earth, and, though oppress'd
With all that pain and famine can inflict,
Pant up the hill of life? Vain wish! the judge
Pronounces doom eternal on their heads,
Perpetual punishment. Seek not to know
What punishment! for that th' Almighty will
Has hid from mortal eyes and shall vain mau
With eurious search refin'd presume to pry
Into thy secrets, Father? No! let him
With humble patience all thy works adore,
And walk in all thy paths; so shall his meed
Be great in Heav'n, so haply shall he 'scape
To inmortal worm and never-ceasing fire.
But who are they, who bound in tenfold chains
Stand horribly aghast? This is that crew
Who strove to pull Jehovah from his throne,
And in the place of heaven's eternal King

moon

Set up the phantom Chance. For them in vain
Alternate season's cheer'd the rolling year;
In vain the sun o'er herb, tree, fruit and flow'r
Shed genial influence mild; and the pale m
Repair'd her waning orb.-Next these is plac'd
The vile blasphemer; he whose impious wit
Profan'd the sacred mysteries of faith,
And 'gainst th' impenetrable walls of Heav'n
Planted his feeble battery. By these stands
The Arch-Apostate: he with many a wile
Exhorts them still to foul revolt. Alas!
No hope have they from black despair, no ray
Shines through the gloom to cheer their sinking
souls.

In agonies of grief they curse the hour
When first they left Religion's onward way.

they

head;

These on the left are rang'd but on the right A chosen band appears, who fought beneath The banner of Jehovah, and defied Satan's united legions. Some, unmov'd At the grin tyrant's frown, o'er barb`rous climes Diffus'd the Gospel's light: some long immur'd (Sad servitude!) in chains and dungeons pin'd; Or, rack'd with all the agonies of pain, Breath'd out their faithful lives. Thrice happy Whom Heav'n elected to that glorious strife! Here are they plac'd, whose kind munificence Made heaven-born Science raise her drooping And on the labors of a future race Entail'd their just reward. Thou amongst these, Good Seaton! whose well-judg'd benevolence Fost'ring fair Genius, bade the poet's hand Bring annual off'rings to his Maker's shrine, Shalt find the generous care was not in vain.→→ Here is that fav'rite band, whom mercy mild, God's best-lov'd attribute, adorn'd; whose gate Stood ever open to the stranger's call; Who fed the hungry; to the thirsty lip Reach'd out the friendly cup; whose care benign From the rude blast secur'd the pilgrim's side; Who heard the widow's tender tale, and shook The galling shackle from the pris'ner's feet; Who each endearing tie, each office knew Of meek-eyed, heaven-descended Charity. O charity, thou nymph divinely fair! Sweeter than those whom antient poets bound In amity's indissoluble chain, The Graces! how shall I essay to paint Thy charms, celestial maid! and in rude verse Blazon those deeds thyself didst ne'er reveal? For thee nor rankling Envy can infect, Nor rage transport, nor high o'er weening Pride Puff up with vain conceit: ne'er didst thou To see the sinner as a verdant tree Spread his luxuriant branches o'er the stream; While, like soine blasted trunk, the righteous-fall Prostrate,fo:lorn. When prophecies shall fail, When tongues shall cease, when knowledge is

no more,

[smile

Bless'd is the man whose softning heart "Feels all another's pain:

To whom the supplicating eye

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Was never rais'd in vain;

"Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth

"A stranger's woes to feel :
"And bleeds in pity o'er the wound.
"He wants the pow'r to heal.

He spreads his kind supporting arms
To ev'ry child of grief';

"His secret bounty largely flows,
“And brings uñask'd relief.
"To gentle offices of love

"His feet are never slow;
"He views, thro' mercy's melting eye,
"A brother in a foe.

"Peace from the bosom of his God,
"My peace to him I give!

"And when he kneels before the throne,
"His trembling soul shall live.
"To him protection shall be shown,
"And mercy from above
"Descend on those who thus fulfil
"The perfect law of love."

HYMN V.

AWAKE, my soul! lift up thine eyes,
See where thy fous against thee rise,
In long array, a num'rous host;
Awake, my soul, or thou art lost.
Here giant Danger threat'ning stands
Must'ring his pale terrific bands ;
There Pleasure's silken banners spread,
And willing souls are captive led.
See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
The meanest foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousand slain.
Thon trend'st upon enchanted ground,
Perils and spares beset thee round;
Beware of all, guard ev'ry part,
But most the traitor in thy heart.
Come then, my soul, now learn to wield
The weight of the immortal shield;
the armor from above

Pat on
Of heav'nly truth and heav'nly love.

The terror and the charm repel,
And pow'rs of earth, and pow'rs of hell
The man of Calvary triumph'd here;
Why should his faithful followers fear?

my

But soon, alas! this holy calm is broke; My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke ; With shackled pinions strives to soar in vain, And mingles with the dross of earth again. But he, our gracious Master, kind as just, Knowing our frame, remembers man is dust. His spirit, ever brooding o'er our mind, Sees the first wish to better hopes inclin'd; Marks the young dawn of ev'ry virtuous aim, And fans the smoaking flax into a flame His ears are open to the softest ery, His grace descends to meet the lifted eye; He reads the language of a silent tear, And sighs are incense from a heart sincere. Such are the vows, the sacrifice I give : Accept the vow, and bid the suppliant live. Froni cach terrestrial bondage set me free; Still ev'ry wish that centres not in thee; Bid fond hopes, my vain disquiets cease, And point my path to everlasting peace. If the soft hand of winning pleasure leads By living waters, and thro' flow'ry meads, When all is smiling, tranquil and serene, And vernal beauty paints the flatt'ring scene, Oh! teach me to elude cach latent snare, And whisper to my sliding heart - Beware! With caution let me hear the Syren's voice, And doubtful, with a trembling heart rejoice. If friendless in a vale of tears I stray, [way, Where briers wound, and thorns perplex my Still let my steady soul thy goodness sce, And with strong confidence, lay hold on thee; With equal eye my various lot receive, Resign'd to die, or resolute to live; Prepar'd to kiss the sceptre or the rod, While God is seen in all, and all iu God. I read his awful name emblazon'd high With golden letters on th' illumin'd sky.

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