These skulls, what ghaftly figures now!

How loathfome to the eyes!

These are the heads we lately knew

So beauteous and fo wife.

But where the fouls, those deathless things,
That left his dying clay?

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

O that unfathomable fea!

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

Thus muft we leave the banks of life,
And try this doubtful fea;

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

There we shall fwim in heavenly blifs,
Or fink in flaming waves,

While the pale carcafs thoughtless lies,
Amongst the filent graves.

Some hearty friend shall drop his tear

On our dry bones, and fay,

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

Thus fhall our mouldering members teach

What now our fenfes learn:

For duft and ashes loudest preach

Man's infinite concern.

A Sight

A SIGHT of HEAVEN in SICKNESS.

FT have I fat in fecret fighs,

OFT

To feel my flesh decay,

Then groan'd aloud with frighted eyes,

To view the tottering clay.

But I forbid my forrows now,
Nor dares the flesh complain;
Diseases bring their profit too;
The joy o'ercomes the pain.
My chearful foul now all the day
Sits waiting here and fings;
Looks through the ruins of her clay,
And practifes her wings.

Faith almoft changes into fight,
While from afar she spies,

Her fair inheritance, in light

Above created skies.

Had but the prison walls been strong,
And firm without a flaw,

In darkness she had dwelt too long,
And lefs of glory faw.

But now the everlasting hills

Through every chink appear,

And fomething of the joy the feels
While the 's a prisoner here.

The

The fhines of heaven rush sweetly in

At all the gaping flaws :

Vifions of endless blifs are feen;
And native air fhe draws.

O may these walls stand tottering still,
The breaches never close,
If I must here in darkness dwell,
And all this glory lose !

Or rather let this flesh decay,

The ruins wider

grow,

Till glad to fee th' enlarged way,
I ftretch'd my pinions through.

THE UNIVERSAL HALLELUJAH.

Pfalm cxlviii. Paraphras'd.

PRAISE ye the Lord with joyful tongue,

Ye powers

that guard his throne;

Jefus the Man shall lead the song,

The God infpire the tune.

Gabriel, and all th' immortal choir
That fill the realms above;
Sing; for he form'd you of his fire,
And feeds you with his love.

Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies,
The floor of his abode,

Or veil your little twinkling eyes
Before a brighter God.

Thou

Thou reftless globe of golden light,
Whose beams create our days,
Join with the filver queen of night,
To own your borrow'd.rays.

Blush and refund the honours paid
To your inferior names :

Tell the blind world, your orbs are fed
By his o'erflowing flames.

Winds,

ye fhall bear his name aloud

Through the ethereal blue,

For when his chariot,is a cloud,
He makes his wheels of you.

Thunder and hail, and fires and storms,
The troops of his command,
Appear in all your dreadful forms,

And speak his awful hand.

Shout to the Lord, ye furging seas,
In your eternal roar ;

Let wave to wave resound his praise,
And shore reply to shore :

While monsters fporting on the flood,

In fcaly filver fhine,

Speak terribly their Maker-God,

And lafh the foaming brine.

But gentler things shall tune his name

To fofter notes than these,

Young zephyrs breathing o'er the ftream, Or whispering through the trees.

Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines,

To him that bid you grow :

Sweet clusters, bend the fruitful vines
On every thankful bough.

Let the fhrill birds his honour raife,
And climb the morning-sky;
While groveling beafts attempt his praise
In hoarfer harmony.

Thus while the meaner creatures fing,
Ye mortals, take the found,
Echo the glories of your king,
Through all the nations round.

Th' Eternal Name must fly abroad

From Britain to Japan;

And the whole race fhall bow to God,

That owns the name of man.