God guard us fafe from aught of ill, To know His love, to do His will May naught avert the bleffing given HANKINSON. XXXIV. DEATH. HE feeble pulfe, the gafping breath, The mourners by our parting bed, The difmal pageant of the dead- But from the much-loved world to part, To dream through life a gaudy dream Till waken'd by the nearer gleam To meet o'er foon our angry King, O Searcher of the fecret heart, Nor give to hell the victory. BISHOP HEBER.* up XXXV. PRAYER. and watch the new-born rill Can't thou her bold career foretell, Her freshening billows fend? *This powerful defcription of untamed fin at its clofing hour will more forcibly remind the reader of that awful hymn by Peter Damian on "the Laft Day," which is given in this collection, than what is ufually found in modern compofitions. Perchance that little brook fhall flow With monarchs at their helm. Even fo, the course of prayer who knows? But streams fhall meet it by and by Their chaunt of many parts. Unheard by all but angel ears and tears The while upon his terraced roof For heavenly vision foared, Far o'er the glowing western main The burnished water blazed. The faint befide the ocean prayed, To each unknown his brother's prayer, Were they, and now they fhare Keeble. XXXVI. PRAYER. ATHER of all, in every age, If I am right, Thy grace impart Teach me to feel another's woe; The mercy I to others fhow, POPE. Engine against th' Almightie, finner's towre, Softneffe, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliffe, Exalted Manna, gladneffe of the beft, Heaven in ordinarie, man well dreft, The milkie way, the bird of Paradife. Church-bells beyond the ftars heard, the foul's blood, The land of fpices, fomething understood. GEORGE HERBERT. |