Man's feeble pen may sketch and sketch in vain-it is for the day itself to disclose its terrors-and (thanks to our dear Redeemer) its Joys.

JUDGMENT.

SOLEMN and sad a fun'ral musick floats,
And in deep tone of horror swells around :
Dark, o'er the black'ning canopy of Heav'n,
A sullen storm is gath'ring-Now it bursts-
It pours, and fury raves!! The mountains rise,
And rage with mingling horror: floods, forests,
Rocks, like whirlwinds fly, along th' astonish'd air,
Hurling destruction. The deeps break up-
Dark Ruin tears the center of our system;

A smile malignantly beglooms his brow-
See him shake old carth's foundations! see him

Take the Sun, and scatter it in fragments

Thro' the air-While the once distant planets,
Clanging together, dash confusion round-

Th' Stars too rush-'Tis Chaos in wild uproar.

Hark! Thro' the direful fragor sounds-" Time was ! !"'

Now beams from Heaven a blissful glory :
Celestial bands appear-seraphs, cherubs,
Sweep on their harps melodiously, " Adore !"
He comes-Tis GOD-Tis JESUS triumphant,
A smile attracts his saints-swift, they meet him,
And his open arm receives and blesses.

Oh happy glorious nuptial, Hail !-But mark!
Heav'n's officers are sent-They gather

From the wide commotion, poor lost wretches,
Sinners, now bereft of hope-How they call

On rocks and hills to hide them! rocks and hills

Are flying, they've no place.—

Now, all prepar'd,

The Judgment is-JEHOVAH-JESUS sits!

Behold him smile-he speaks-with voice as sweet
As the harmonious flow of angel tongues

When pure celestial song enraptures Heav'n.
"Come to my Father, ye whom I've redeem'd,
"Ye who believ'd-who in me have trusted!

"Me have ye fed-have cloth'd-Good ye to mine "Have minister'd, and that's to me"-But, now

Look-See him frown!! The self condemn'd already

fall

Depart" he cries-Horror drags them, wild'ring, Thro' th' deep-They rush-they roll-wide-flaming

Hell

Receives them. There sin lies vanquish'd: there too Satan writhes and groans for death-but death is deadThunders roll round thro' the dark caves of Chaos

Hell groans-THE PORTAL'S CLOS'D

ETERNITY HAS STAMP'D ITS SEAL!

OBLIVION WANDERS O'ER IT.

Now they rise-Redeemer and redeem'd :

Warbling in Halleluiah's strains delightful joys,

They flow along the happy yielding air,

Till the bright Father's glory circles round,
And Eden's immortality begins.

EV'NING ON THE BANKS OF THE

HUDSON.

Lansingburgh, August, 1811.

THE sweets of calm repose

O'er nature lightly fall:

The healing balm of woes,

The sweets that come to all.

The robin stills her young
Within the bushy brake;
The nightingale with song
Keeps the soft airs awake.

On high the gentle dove,

Woos soft its love to rest;
Prepar'd, when matins move,

To leave the downy nest.

The river dimpling glides,

The winds forget its waves ;.

In stilly even tides,

The tender zephyr laves,

Clear Luna shines afar,

The face of night to cheer;

While many a silver star

Their twinkling rays prepare.

The cherub angels wait,

In haste their charge to guard-They've pass'd the azure gate-They wing the ethereal road.

And now they scatter round,

Where lovely virtue dwells:

With care they watch the ground,

And guard from coming ills.

My GOD! to thee I bow:

Thou art my hope, my guard

Oh keep me safely now;

And guide thro' all my road!