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Then fhall the ranfom’d race of every name 
Hear the loud trump of everlafting fame, 
Fill’d by fome holy angel’s mighty voice, 
Bid all the faithful friends of Curis‘r re- 
joice, 
And call Heaven’s hot of countlefs faints to 
fing 
The peerlefs grace of Zion’s throned Kin c— 
And then fhall Ca/vary’s holy theme be fung 
En chorus grand, by every feraph tongue 5 
And then fhall every creature bow the knee, 
Great Kine or Kines, and Lorp oF 
Lorps—to Tues! 
Bath, 20th Fune, 1802. 
ene 
TO PEACE. 
, Who erft * mourned thy abfence from our 
I], ifle, 
_ And-curfed the ftern profcription of thy 
for My, 
Enraptured view thee, with a lingering {mile, 
Wave thy foft hand, and ftill the raging 
form 5 
That ftorm, whofe mighty defolation fwept 
The cherifhed blefiings of our pilgrim 
ftate, 
Save that unfecial portion, ever kept 
Intire, the portion of the rich and great ! 
ProteGtrefs | ah, lefs patient than benign ! 
Wheree’er ay aufpices proteétion fling, 
The human race approaches to divine, 
. And fongs of endlefs gratitude fhall fing 5 
For ¢* Peace on earth” and nian’s *€ good will 
to man,” 
Angels contemplate witha joy ferene, 
And mark, as we diffufe the focial plan, — 
Their Heaven’s perfpective on the diftant 
; fcene. D. 
j a 
The worm of the sTILL. 
i Have found whatthe learn’d feem fo puz- 
zled to tell, 
The true fhape of the Devil, and where is his 
hell 5 
Into ferpents of old crept the author of ill, 
But Satan now works as a worm of the 
STILL. 
Of all his migrations this laft he likes beft ; 
How the arrogant reptile here raifes his creft! } 
His head winding up from the tail of his 
lan, 
°Till the es , fiands erect o’er the proftrated 
man. j 
Bike he joys to eranshourt by his magical 
fpell, 
The Giecek anille of the earth to an effence of 
hell ; 
Becinenaed our Meod, and doesinpuda our grain, 
To famifh the oindeh; and madden the 
orain. 
Ss. W. 
‘By his water of life, what diftra€tion and 
‘fear ! 
By the gloom of its light what pale fpeétres 
appear ! 
* Monthly Mag. Vol. 4. p. 52. 1797- 
Original Poetry. 
, [Sept. Tt; 
A demon keeps time with his fiddle, Finance, 
\ hile the Paffions pele forth in a horrible _ 
dance: 
Then, prone on the earth, they adore in the 
duft, 
A man’s bafer half rais’d in room of his butt ¢ 
Such orgies the nights of the drunkard dif. 
play, 
But how black with ennui, how benighted 
his day! 
With drams it begins, and withdrams it muff 
end, 
A diam is his country, his miftrefs, his 
friend ; 
Then his oflify’d heart hates itfelf at the laft, 
Anda dram nerves his hand for the death 
doing blaft. 
Mark that mother, that moniter, that fhame, 
and that curfe— 
See her child hang, dead- drunk, at the breaf 
of her nurfe! 
As it drops from her arm, mark her ftupify’d 
flares 
°Till fhe wakes with a yell, and a laugh of 
defpair. 
Is this the civility prornis’d our nation ? 
This the Unron, diffolv’d in a cup of dam- 
nation, 5 
Which our chancellor Corus extels as di- 
vine, 
To train up our fate We our fortunes—as 
fwine ? 
ie Extn, drink deep, from this cryftal- 
line round, 
Til the tortures 
drown’d, 
of feif-recolle&ion be 
*Till the hopes ok thy heart be all ftiffen’d to © 
ftone, 
Then Gt down in the dirt like a queen on her 
| throne, 
No frenzy for freedom to flafh o’er the brainy 
Thou fhalt dance to Che mufical clank of the © 
chain, 
A crown of cheap ftraw fhall feem rich to 
thine eye, 
And peace and good order fhall reign in thy 
fty. 
Nor boaft that no track of the viper is feen, 
To ftain thy pure furface of emerald green, 
For the ferpent will néver want poifon to 
; kill, 
hile the fat of your fields feeds the worm 
of the sTILL. pi 
ee 
To @ YOUNG Lapy, who, ‘upboknts the Aue 
thor’s N4uje to be fickle, obliged him to write 
June Ver ‘fes on the jpoc, and in ber prefences on 
her Friend, a very bandfome woman.—By 
G. DYER. 
MELTA, yes, thy friend is fair, ~~“; 
And well might claim my livelieftfong 5 
I park’d ber fans ng auburn hair, 
i felt che mufic of her tongues - 
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