Then a busy manhood prime,

Kindly, bitterly, he bore,

Filling up each part of time,

With a love unknown before.

Pain he banished and woe;

Peace and joy he made revive;
And, the spirit humbl❜d low,
Bid look up, and smile and live.

Man despis'd him, mortals dar'd
Oft insult the Heav'nly king-

He his righteousness declar'd,

By the works from goodness spring.

On he pass'd and reach'd the goal, The cross-accursed, bitter, tree; Thence he breathes his Holy soul, And completes the ransom free.

Now behold the purchase o'er,
See him rise and seek the skies,

Pain he undergoes no more,

Death with Hell astonish'd flies.

"Victor”—shouts the angelick throng

"Halleluiah"-seraphs cry

And the anthem swelling strong

Fills with extacy the sky.

"Man is sav'd-the ruin'd race,

"Ransom'd-purchased-redeem'd,

"GOD vouchsafes forgiving grace

JESUS-Saviour-swells our theme!"

"Now behold him rise" they cry"Haste-attend-resound him home" Thronging myriads thro' the sky Flow, and hail the Saviour come.

Now he sits in Heav'n enthron'd

Now invites our ruin'd race

If we'll trust in him alone,

We may find redeeming grace.

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But if mercy we refuse,

If we spurn the proffer'd love ;

If the way to Hell we chuse,

Leaving that which leads above.

Then we justly may expect

A doom, eternal, dark, severe,

Richly due to our neglect;

Who despise a Saviour dear.

JESUS clad in Judgment comes !

Awful opes the book of life!

Sinners haste to meet your doom!

Saints rejoice, rejoice and live!

TO CHATTERTON,

On reading a sketch of his Life.

YES, Chatterton, thy limbs are low in death:

Thy mind, so active, so indignant too,

At the stern contumely merit bears,
From degradated manhood, has fled-

But ah! no stygian gloom it wings it's gone
Within the presence of an Holy GOD!

Oh that some friend, (such deed had well become

A mother's care,) o'er thy yet tender mind

Those rich seeds had cast which ripen into
Purity and virtue-Had rais'd thy view
Beyond the petty cares of this vile world.
Then at thy foot alone the storm had rag'd;
Nor, mounting higher, fill'd that noble breast
With flames and horror, such as genius knows,
When, without hope from Heav'n, 'tis brooding

O'er its wrongs, unpitied and despised.

But, humanity come nigh !-Here gaze—

And let this lesson sad disturb thy pride

Thy pride and is there such a prodigy?

-A man—that's proud !-vile grov'ler in the dust

Dependant on the mercy of his GOD,

For every breath-come then and mark thy end,
When unassisted by superior strength !

-Like the tall tow'r, whose height is strong in air,
Thou may'st a moment stand-But time will pass,

And give thy braggadocia to the winds!

FABLE.

A LION raving round the woods
With roar belike the rapid floods,
Perchanc'd against a rock to bounce
With force as if with sudden pounce
He'd lighted on a timid hare

That fleetly wing'd the nether air.
Quick rising up, the sudden blow
Astonish'd all his senses so,

He scarcely knew which way to go,
But soon remember'd, and with pace,
Like snail slow moving from the place
"No more I'll get myself in passion,
"If this of consequence's the fashion.