Among them dwelt the Holy One,
Juda his fanctuary, and Ifrael was his throne.

II.

The fea beheld this fcene, and did admire,
Each wave ftood filently to fee
The power of the Divinity;

They faw, and fled the dreadful guide of fire.
And Jordan too divided ftood,

[ing flood. The priests the facred ark bore through the yield

III.

Mount Sinai with great horror ftruck and dread,
Forgot her weight, and in a trance

Like a light ram, did skip and dance;
She fear'd, and fain would hide her palfy head.
The hills their mother mountain faw, [awe.
The little hills, and like young sheep they stood in

IV.

What made thee to retreat, thou mighty fea?
Tell me, for never any shore

Knew fuch a wondrous tide before,

And thou great Jordan; fay, what ailed thee?

V.

Sáy, facred mount, what meant thy trance, And you fmall under-hills, why did you skip and [dance. You need not think it shame to own your fear; What you dismaid, the fame would make The univerfal fabrick (hake;

The caufe was great, for Jacob's God was there: That God who did the rock fubdue,

And made it melt in tears, tho' harder far than your

The 148th PSALM paraphrafed.

I.

Come, let all created force confpire, A general hymn of praife to fing; Join all ye creatures in one folemn quire, And let your theme be Heaven's Almighty King. II. Be

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II.

Begin ye bleft attendants of his feat,
Begin your high feraphick lays,

'Tis juft you should, your happiness is great,
And all you are to give again, is praise.

III.

Ye glorious lamps that rule both night and day,
Bring you your allelujahs too;
To him that tribute of devotion pay
Which once blind fuperftition gave to you.

IV.

Thou firft and fairest of material kind,
By whom his other works we fee,

Subtile and active as pure thought and mind,
Praise him that's elder, and more fair than thee.

V.

Ye regions of the air, his praises fing,
And all ye virgin waters there,

Do you advantage to the confort bring,
And down to us the allelujah bear.

VI.

In chaunting forth the great Jehovah's praise,
Let thefe the upper confort fill,

He fpake, and did you all from nothing raise;
As you did then, fo now obey his will.

VII.

His will, that fix'd you in a conftant state,
And cut a track for nature's wheel,

Here let it run faid he, and made it fate,

And where's that power which can this law repeal!

VIII.

Ye powers that to th' inferior world retain,
Join you now with the quire above.

And first ye dragons try an higher strain,

And turn your angry hiffings into praife and love.
IX.

Let fire, hail, fnow, and vapours that ascend,
Unlock'd by Phoebus fearching rays,

Let ftormy winds ambitiously contend,
And all their wonted force employ in praise.

X.

Ye facred tops which feem to brave the Skies,
Rife higher, and when men on you
Religious rites perform and facrifice,

With their oblations fend your praises too.

XI.

Ye trees, whose fruits both men and beafts confume,
Be you in praises fruitful too;

Ye cedars, why have you fuch choice perfume,
But that fweet incense should be made of you?

XII.

Ye beafts with all the humble creeping train
Praise him that made your lot fo high;
Ye birds, who in a nobler province reign,
Send up your praises higher than you йy.

XIII.

Ye facred heads, that wear Imperial gold,
Praise him that you with power arrays,
And you whofe hands the feale of Juftice hold
Be just in this, and pay your debt of praise.
XIV.

Let fprightly youth give vigour to the quire,
Each fex with another vye;

Let feeble age diffolv'd in praise expire,

And infants too in hymns their tender voices try.

XV.

Praise him ye faints who piety profess,
And at his altar fpend your days;

Ye feed of Ifrael your great Patron blefs,
'Tis Manna this, for Angels food is praife.

A PASTORAL on the death of his Sacred Majefty King CHARLES the fecond.

Thyr.

Menalcas, Thyrfis, and Daphnis.

HAT, fad Menalcas: Sure this pleafant fhade

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Was ne'er for fuch a mournful tenant made.

All things fmile round thee, and throughout the

grove

Nature difplays a fcene of joy and love.

But shepherd where's thy flock?

Sure they in fome forbidden paftures ftray`

Whilft here in fighs thou numb'reft out the day.

Men. Ah, Thyrfis, thou could'ft witness heretofore What ftrange affection to my flock I bore. Thou know'ft, my Thyrfis, the Arcadian plain. Could not afford a more induftrious fwain. But I no longer now that mind retain.

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Thyr. What change fo great but what love's power can make

Menalcas does his kids, and tender lambs forfake. So I, when flave to Galetia's eyes,

Did neither city nor the countrey prize,

But all their sports, and my flock too defpife.
Hang thou, my pipe, (faid I) on yonder tree,
For then (alas!) I had no tafte for melody.
Obfcurely in thick woods I fate alone,
And figh'd in confort to the turtles moan.

Men. 'Tis not fond love that causes my
No, Thyrfis, you're mistaken in your guefs.
The glorious prize I have in triumph born,
I am no longer now Alexis fcorn.

Or if I were, I now could be unmoved

diftrefs,

At every fcornful glance, nor care where e'er he loved. A nearer grief preys on my fpirits now,

And I beneath a heavier burthen bow.

The

The gentle God of the Arcadian plains

Pan that regards the sheep,Pan that regards the fwains.
Great Pan is dead-

Throughout the fields the doleful tidings ran,
A fwoon feiz'd all the fhepherds at the death of Pan.
Of Pan But fee the reft that tree will fhew,
Which wears the fad infcription of my woe,
Where, with the bark my forrows too will grow.
Thyr. How, fhepherd, is it by fame's trumpet faid,
That Pan the beft of all the Gods is dead?'
Whom oft' w' adored, and whom because we knew
As good as they, we thought him as immortal too.
'Tis ftrange; but omens now I find are true.
In yonder copfe a fhady Oak there ftood,
Stately, well rooted, and it felf a wood;
Her branches o'er the inferior trees were spread,
Who all ador'd her as their fovereign head:
Hither, when heated by the guide of day,
While their young wanton goats did skip and play.
Hither the fwains would conftantly repair,

Here fing, and in the ample fhade drink frefher air.
This tree when I my goats to pafture drove,
While all was clear above, and ftill, throughout
the grove.

Struck by fome fecret force fall down I faw,
The wood-nymphs all were feiz'd with wonder,
grief, and awe.

Nor had I left this ruin far behind

When lo (ftrange fight) a nightingale I find,
Which from brisk airs, enlivening all the grove,
Coo'd on a fuddain like a mournful dove.
Amaz'd I ftand, and on my pipe effay,
With fome brisk fong her forrows to allay.
But all in vain. She from the lofty tree
Kept on her fad complaint, and mourn'd,and droop'd
like thee.

Men. And why thefe flighter things doft thou relate?
Nature herfelf perceiv'd Par's mighty fate.
She fainted, when he drew his latest breath,
And almoft fympathiz'd with him to death.
Each field put on a languid dying face, [grafs.
The sheep not minding food, with tears bedew'd the

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