Know, when he bade the deep appear,
"Thus far,' th' Almighty said,
"Thus far,' no farther, rage; and here
"Let thy proud waves be stay'd.”
I heard; and lo! at once controll'd,
The waves, in wild retreat,
Back on themselves reluctant roll'd,
And murm'ring left my feet.
Deeps to assembling deeps in vain'
Once more the signal gave;
The shores the rushing weight sustain,
And check th' usurping wave.
Convinc'd, in nature's volume wise,
The imag'd truth I read ;
And sudden from my waking eyes
Th' instructive vision fled.

Then why thus heavy, O my soul!
Say, why distrustful still,
Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll
O'er scenes of future ill?

Let faith suppress each rising fear,
Each anxious doubt exclude :
Thy Maker's will has plac'd thee here,
A Maker wise and good!

He to thy ev'ry trial knows
Its just restraint to give ;
Attentive to behold thy woes,
And faithful to relieve.
Then why thus heavy, O my soul!
Say why, distrustful still,

Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll
O'er scenes of future ill?

Tho' griefs unnumber'd throng thee round,
Still in thy God confide,

Whose finger marks the seas their bound, And curbs the headlong tide.-MERRICK,

SECTION IV.

The youth and the Philosopher.

A Grecian youth of talents rare,
Whom Plato's philosophic care

Had form'd for virtue's nobler view,
By precept and example too,

Would often boast his matchless skill,

To curb the steed, and guide the wheel;
And as he pass'd the gazing throng,

With graceful ease, and smack'd the thong,
The idiot wonder they express'd,

Was praise and transport to his breast.

At length, quite vain, he needs would show

His master what his art could do i

And bade his slaves the chariot lead

To Academus' sacred shade.

The trembling grove confess'd its fright,
The wood-nymphs started at the sight;
The muses drop the learned lyre,
And to their inmost shades retire.
Howe'er, the youth, with forward air,
Bows to the sage, and mounts the car.
The lash resounds, the coursers spring,
The chariot marks the rolling ring;
And gath'ring crowds, with eager eyes,
And shouts, pursue him as he flies.
Triumphant to the goal return'd,
With nobler thirst his bosom burn'd;
And now along th' indented plain
The self-same track he marks again,
Pursues with care the nice design,
Nor ever deviates from the line.
Amazement seiz'd the circling crowd
The youths with emulation glew'd;
Ev'n bearded sages hail'd the boy;
And all but Plato gaz'd with joy.
For he, deep-judging sage, beheld
With pain the triumphs of the field;
And when the charioteer drew nigh,
And flush'd with hope, had caught his eye,
"Alas! unhappy youth," he cry'd,
"Expect no praise from me," (and sigh'd.)
"With indignation I survey

Such skill and judgment thrown away:
The time pofusely squander'd there,
On vulgar arts beneath thy care,
If well employ'd, at less expense,
Had taught thee honour, virtue, sense;
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And rais'd thee from a coachman's fate

To govern men, and guide the state."-WHITEHEAD SECTION V.

Discourse between Adam and Eve, retiring to rest.
Now came still ev'ning on, and twilight gray
Had in her sober liv'ry all things clad.
Silence accompanied for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests
Were slunk: all but the wakeful nightingale.
She all night long her am'rous descant sung:
Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament
With living sapphires: Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length,

Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.

When Adam thus to Eve: "Fair consort, th' hour
Of night, and all things now retir❜d to rest,
Mind us of like repose; since God hath set
Labour and rest, as day and night, to men
Successive; and the timely dew of sleep,
Now falling with soft slumb'rous weight, inclines
Our eye-lids. Other creatures all day long
Rove idle unemploy'd, and less need rest :
Man hath his daily work of body or of mind
Appointed, which declares his dignity,
And the regard of Heav'n on all his ways;
While other animals inactive range,
And of their doings God takes no account.
To-morrow, ere fresh morning streak the east
With first approach of light, we must be risen,
And at our pleasant labour; to reform
Yon flow'ry arbours, yonder alleys green,
Our walk at noon, with branches overgrown,
That mock our scant manuring, and require
More hands than ours to lop their wanton growth.
Those blossoms also, and those dropping gums,
That lie bestrown, unsightly and unsmooth,
Ask riddance, if we mean to tread with ease.
Mean while, as nature wills, night bids us rest."

To whom thus Eve, with perfect beauty adorn'd': "My author and disposer, what thou bidst Unargu'd I obey; so God ordains.

With thee conversing I forget all time;

A seasons and their change, all please alike.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flow'r,
Glist'ning with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft show'rs and sweet the coming on
Of grateful evening mild; then silent night,
With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heav'n, her starry train;
But neither breath of morn, when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun
On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flow'r
Glist'ning with dew; nor fragrance after show'rs
Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night
With this her solemn bird; nor walk by moon,
Or glitt'ring star light, without thee is sweet.
But wherefore all night long shine these? for whom
This glorious sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes?"
To whom our gen'ral ancestor reply'd:
"Daughter of God and man, accomplish'd Eve,
These have their course to finish round the earth,
By morrow ev'ning; and from land to land,
In order, though to nations yet unborn,
Minist'ring light prepar'd, they set and rise;
Lest total darkness should by night regain
Her old possession, and, extinguish life
In nature and all things; which these soft fires
Not only enlighten, but, with kindly heat
Of various influence, foment and warm,
Temper or nourish ; or in part shed down
Their stellar virtue on all kinds that grow
On earth, made hereby apter to receive
Perfection from the sun's more potent ray.
These then, though unbeheld in deep of night,
Shine not in vain ; nor think, though men were none,
That heav'n would want spectators, God want praise;
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep.
All these with ceaseless praise his works behold,
Both day and night. How often, from the steep
Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard
Celestial voices to the midnight air,

Sole, or responsive each to others' note,
Singing their great Creator? Oft in bands,
While they keep watch, or nightly rounding walk
With heav'nly touch of instrumental sounds.
In full harmonic number join'd their songs
Divide the night, and lift our thoughts to heav'n."
Thus talking band in band alone they pass'd
On to their blissful bow'r.-

-There arriv'd, both stood,

Both turn'd and under open sky ador'd

The God that made both sky, air, earth and heav'n
Which they beheld, the moon's resplendent globe,
And starry pole.
Thou also mad'st the night,
Maker Omnipotent, and thou the day,

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Which we, in our appointed work employ'd,
Have finish'd. happy in our mutual help,
And mutual love, the crown of all our bliss
Ordain'd by thee; and this delicious place
For us too large, where thy abundance wants
Partakers, and uncropt falls to the ground.
But thou hast promis'd from us two a race,
To fill the earth, who shall with us extol
Thy goodness infinite, both when we wake,

And when we seek, as now, thy gift of sleep."-MILTON.

SECTION VI.

Religion and Death.

Lo! a form divinely bright

Descends, and bursts upon my sight,
A seraph of illustrious birth!

(Religion was her name on earth ;)
Supremely sweet her radiant face,
And blooming with celestial grace!

Three shining cherubs form'd her train,

Wav'd their light wings, and reach'd the plain :
Faith, with sublime and piercing eye,

And pinions flutt'ring for the sky;

Here Hope, that smiling angel stands,
And golden anchors grace her hands;
There Charity in robes of white,
Fairest and fav'rite maid of light.
The seraph spoke-Tis Reason's part
To govern and to guard the heart: