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Supply the barque, and bid Columbus sail;
He dreads no tempest on the untravell'd deep,
Reason shall steer, and skill disarm the gale.

DESCRIPTION OF A STORM OF HAIL.

LONG rush'd the victors o'er the sanguine field,
And scarce were Gibeon's loftiest spires beheld;
When up the west dark clouds began to rise,
Sail'd o'er the hills and lengthen'd round the skies;
A ridge of folding fire, their summits shone,
But fearful blackness all beneath was thrown ;
Swift round the sun the spreading gloom was kurl'd,
And night and solitude amaz'd the world.

At once the voice of deep resounding gales
Rung slow and solemn in the distant vales;
Then through the groves and o'er the extended plain,
With stormy rage the rapid whirlwinds ran.
Red o'er the glimmering hills, with pomp divine,
The lightning's flaming path began to shine:
Far round the immense, unusual thunder driven,
Proclaim'd the onset of approaching Heaven:
Astonish'd nature own'd the strange alarm,
And the world trembled at the impending storm.
O'er the dark fields aghast Canaan stream'à ;·
Thick in their course the scatter'd bucklers gleam'd;
Behind them Joshua urg'd the furious car,

And tenfold horrors hover'd round the war.

But when the Chief the spreading storm survey'd,
And trac'd Almighty arms in heaven display'd;
With piercing voice he gave the great command,
Stand still, ye chosen sons, admiring stand!
Behold what awful scenes in heaven arise!
Adore the Power that brightens in the skies!
Now God's tremendous arm asserts his laws;
Now bids his thunder aid the righteous cause;
Shows man how virtue saves her chosen bands,
And points the vengeance dooni'd for guilty lands;
Behold, what flames shoot forth! what gloom ascends!
How nature trembles! how the concave rends!
How the clouds darken! see in yonder sky,
Their opening skirts proclaim the Almighty nigh!
He spoke, and from the north a rushing sound,

I'd through the heavens, and shook th' embattled ground;

hron'd on a dark red cloud, an angel's form
ail'd awfully sublime, above the storm.
[alf veil'd in mist, his count'nance, like a sun,
flam'd the clouds, and through all æther shone:
ong robes of crimson light behind him flow'd!
lis wings were flames; his locks were dy'd in blood!
'en thousand fiery shapes were round him driven,
nd all the dazzling pomp of opening heaven!
Now, save Canaan's cries, that feebly rung,
lound the dark plain a fearful silence hung;
tretch'd in dire terror, o'er the quiv'ring band,
The etherial vision wav'd his sun bright hand;
it once, from opening skies, red flames were hurl'd,
And thunders, rolled on thunders, rock'd the world:
n one broad deluge sunk the avenging hail,
And fill'd with tempest, roar'd the hoary vale;
ierce raging whirlwinds boundless nature blend;
The streams rush back; the tott'ring mountains bend ;
Down the tall steeps their bursting summits roll;
And cliffs on cliffs, hoarse crashing, rend the pole.
Far round the earth a wild drear horror reigns;
The high heavens heave, and roar the gloomy plains;
One sea of lightning all the region fills,

And waves of fire ride surging o'er the hills;
The nodding forests plunge in flame around,

And with huge caverns gaps the shuddering ground;
Swifter than rapid winds Canaan driven,
Refuse the conflict of embattled beaven.
But the dire hail in vain the victims fly,
And death unbounded shook from all the sky.
The thunder's dark career the seraph's arm,

Fierce vengeance blazing down the immense of storm,
From falling groves to burning flames they flew ;
Hail roars around and angry hosts pursue;
From shaking skies, Almighty arms are hurl'd,
And all the gloomy concave bursts upon the world.

ADDRESS TO THE DEITY.

FATHER of light! exhaustless source of good!
Supreme, eternal, self existent God!

Before the beainy sun dispens'd a ray,
Flam'd in the azure vault, and gave the day.
Before the glimmering moon, with borrow'd light,

Shone queen amid the silver host of night,
High in the heavens, thou reign'st superior Lord,
By suppliant angels worship'd and ador'd.
With the celestial choir then let me join,
In cheerful praises to the Power Divine.
To sing thy praise, do thou, O God! inspire
A mortal breast, with more than ortal fire.
In dreadful majesty thou sit'st enthron'd,
With light encircled, and with glory crown'd:
Through all infinitute extends thy reign;

For thee nor heaven, nor heaven of heavens contain;
But though thy throne is fix'd above the sky,
Thy omnipresence fills immensity.

Saints, rob'd in white, to thee their anthems bring,
And radiant martyrs hallelujahs sing:

Heaven's universal host their voices raise
In one eternal concert to thy praise;

And round thy awful throne, with one accord,
Sing holy, holy, holy is the Lord.

At thy creative voice, from ancient night
Sprang smiling beauty, and yon worlds of light:
Thou spak st the planetary chorus roll'd,
Stupendous worlds! unmeasur'd and untold!
Let there be light, said Göd-light instant shone,
And from the orient burst the golden sun;
Heaven's gazing hierarchs, with glad surprise,
Saw the first morn invest the recent skies,

And strait the exulting troops thy throne surround,
With thousand, thousand, harps of rapt'rous sound:
Thrones, powers, dominions, (ever shining trains)
Shouted thy praises in triumphant strains:
Great are thy works, they sing, and all around,
Great are thy works, the echoing heaven's resound.
Th' effulgent sun, unsufferably bright,

Is but a ray of thy o'erflowing light;

The tempest is thy breath-the thunder hurl'd Tremendous, roars thy vengeance o'er the world: Thou bow'st the heav'ns, the smoaking mountains nod, Rocks fall to dust, and nature owns her God! 'ale tyrants shrink, the atheist stands aghast, And impious kings in horror breathe their last. o this great God, alternately, I'd pay he evening anthem, and the morning day,

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A MORNING HYMN.

'ROM night, from silence, and from death, Or death's own form, mysterious sleep,

I wake to life, to light and health:

Thus me doth Israel's Watchman keep.
Sacred to him, in grateful praise,
Be this devoted tranquil hour,
While him, supremely good and great,
With rapt'rous homage I adore.
What music breaks from yonder copse?
The plumy songsters artless lay;
Melodious songsters, nature taught!
That warbling hail the dawning day.
Shall man be mute while instinct sings?
Nor human breast with transports rise?
O for an universal hymn,

To join the chorus of the skies!
See yon refulgent lamp of day,
With unabating glory crown'd,
Rejoicing in his giant strength,
To run his daily destin'd round.
So may I still perform thy will,
Great Sun of Nature and of Grace!
Nor wander devious from thy law;
Nor faint in my appointed race.

What charms display the unfolding flowers?
How beauteous glows the enamell'd mead?
More beauteous still the heaven wrought robe,
Of purest white and fac'd with red.
The sun exhales the pearly dews,
Those brilliant sky shed tears that mourn
His nightly loss: till from earth's cheek
They're kiss'd away by pitying morn.
For laps'd mankind what friendly tears,
Bent on our weal, did angels shed?
Bound, bound our hearts, to think those tears
Made frustrate all when Jesus bled!

Arabia wafts from yonder grove

Delicious odors in the gale;

And with her breeze borne fragrance greets,

Each circumjacent hill and dale.

As incense, may my morning song

A sweetly smelling savor rise,
Perfum'd with Gilead's precious balm,
To make it grateful to the skies.

And when from death's long sleep I wake,
To nature's renovating day,

Clothe me with thy own righteousness,
And in thy likeness, Lord, array.

HYMN TO PEACE.

HAIL, sacred Peace, who claim'st thy bright abode
Mid circling saints that grace the throne of God.
Before his arm, around this shapeless earth,
Stretch'd the wide heavens and gave to nature birth;
Ere morning stars his glowing chambers hung,
Or songs of gladness woke an angel's tongue;
Veil'd in the brightness of the Almighty's mind,
In blest repose thy placid form reclin'd;
Borne thro' the heaven with his creating voice,
Thy presence bade the unfolding world rejoice;
Gave to seraphic harps their sounding lays,
Their joy to angels, and to men their praise.

From scenes of blood, these beauteous shores that stain,
From gasping friends that press the sanguin'd plain,
From fields, long taught in vain thy flight to mourn,
I rise, delightful power, and greet thy glad return.
Too long the groans of death and battle's bray
Have rung, discordant, thro' th' unpleasing lay;
Let pity's tear its balmy fragrance shed,
O'er heroes wounds, and patriot warriors dead.
Accept, departed shades, those grateful sighs,
Your fond attendants to th' approving skies.
But now the untuneful trump shall grate no more,
Ye silver streams, no longer swell with gore;
Bear from your beauteous banks the crimson stain,
With yon retiring navies to the main:
While other views, unfolding on my eyes,
And happier themes, bid bolder numbers rise.
Bring, bounteous peace, in thy celestial throng,
Life to my soul, and rapture to my song;
Give me to trace, with pure unclouded ray,
The arts and virtues that attend thy sway;
To see thy blissful charms that here descend,
hro' distant realms and endless years extend.

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