'Come,' said the sons of bloody Rome, 'Let us provide new arms from hell;'

And down they digg'd through earth's dark womb,
And ransack'd all the burning cell,

Old Satan lent them fiery stores,
Infernal coal, and sulphurous flame,
And all that burns, and all that roars,
Outrageous fires of dreadful name.
Beneath the senate and the throne,
Engines of hellish thunder lay;
There the dark seeds of fire were sown,
To spring a bright, but dismal day.
Thy love beheld the black design,

Thy love that guards our island round;
Strange! how it quench'd the fiery mine,
And crush'd the tempest under ground.

THE SECOND PART.

ASSUME, my tongue, a nobler strain,
Sing the new wonders of the Lord;
The foes revive their powers again,
Again they die beneath his sword.

Dark as our thoughts our minutes roll,
While tyranny possess'd the throne,
And murderers of an Irish soul

Ran, threatening death through every town.

The Roman priest, and British prince,
Join'd their best force, and blackest charms
And the fierce troops of neighbouring France
Offer'd the service of their arms.

'Tis done, they cried, and laugh'd alond,
The courts of darkness rang with joy,
The' old serpent hiss'd, and hell grew proud,
While Zion mourn'd her ruin nigh.

But, lo! the great Deliverer sails
Commission'd from Jehovah's hand,
And smiling seas, and wishing gales,
Convey him to the longing land.

The happy day, and happy year,
Both in our new salvation meet:

The day that quench'd the burning snare,
The year that burnt the' invading fleet 2.

Now did thine arm, O God of hosts!
Now did thine arm shine dazzling bright,
The sons of might their hands had lost,
And men of blood forgot to fight.

Brigades of angels lin'd the way,
And guarded William to his throne;
There, ye celestial warriors, stay,

And make his palace like your own.

Then, mighty God, the earth shall know
And learn the worship of the sky :
Angels and Britons join below,
To raise their hallelujah's high.

All hallelujah, heavenly King!
While distant lands thy victory sing,
And tongues their utmost powers employ,
The world's bright roof repeats the joy.

1 Nov. 5, 1688.

2 Nov. 5, 1588.

THE INCOMPREHENSIBLE.

FAR in the heavens my God retires, ́
My God, the mark of my desires,
And hides his lovely face;

When he descends within my view,
He charms my reason to pursue,

But leaves it tir'd and fainting in the' unequal chase.

Or, if I reach unusual height

Till near his presence brought, There floods of glory check my flight, Cramp the bold pinions of my wit,

And all untune my thought;

Plung'd in a sea of light I roll,

Where wisdom, justice, mercy, shines;

Jnfinite rays in crossing lines

[my soul.

Beat thick confusion on my sight, and overwhelm

Come to my aid, ye fellow-minds,

And help me reach the throne;

(What single strength in vain designs, United force hath done;

Thus worms may join, and grasp the poles,

Thus atoms fill the sea)

But the whole race of creature-sonls, Stretch'd to their last extent of thought, plun and are lost in thee.

Great God! behold my reason lies
Adoring; yet my love would rise

On pinions not her own:

Faith shall direct her humble flight, Through all the trackless seas of light, To thee, the' Eternal Fair, the Infinite Unknown!

DEATH AND ETERNITY.

My thoughts, that often mount the skies,

Go, search the world beneath

Where Nature all in ruin lies,
And owns her sovereign, Death.

The tyrant, how he triumphs here!
His trophies spread around!
And heaps of dust and bones appear
Through all the hollow ground.

These skulls, what ghastly figures now!
How loathsome to the eyes!
These are the heads we lately knew
So beauteous and so wise.

But where the souls, those deathless things,
That left this dying clay?

My thoughts, now stretch out all your wings
And trace eternity.

O that unfathomable sea!

Those deeps without a shore! Where living waters gently play, Or fiery billows roar.

Thus must we leave the banks of life,
And try this doubtful sea;

Vain are our groans, and dying strife,
To gain a moment's stay.

There we shall swim in heavenly bliss,
Or sink in flaming waves,

While the pale carcass thoughtless lies
Amongst the silent graves.

Some hearty friend shall drop his tear
On our dry bones, and say,

" These once were strong, as mine appear,
And mine must be as they.'

Thus shall our mouldering members teach
What now our senses learn:
For dust and ashes loudest preach
Man's infinite concern.

A SIGHT OF HEAVEN IN SICKNESS.

OFT have I sat in secret sighs,

To feel my flesh decay,

Then groan'd aloud with frighted eyes,
To view the tottering clay.

But I forbid my sorrows now,
Nor dares the flesh complain;
Diseases bring their profit too;
The joy o'ercomes the pain.