Or they, who in perdition dwell,
Thy faithfulness unfold?

12 In darkness can thy mighty hand
Or wondrous acts be known?
Thy justice in the gloomy land
Of dark oblivion ?

13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry,
Ere yet my life be spent ;

And up to thee my prayer doth hie
Each morn, and thee prevent.

14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake, And hide thy face from me,

15 That am already bruised, and shake
With terror sent from thee?

Bruised and afflicted, and so low
As ready to expire;
While I thy terrors undergo,
Astonished with thine ire.

16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow; Thy threatenings cut me through: 17 All day they round about me go, Like waves they me pursue.

18 Lover and friend thou hast removed,
And severed from me far:

They fly me now whom I have loved,
And as in darkness are.

A PARAPHRASE ON PSALM CXIV.

This and the following Psalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old.

WHEN the blest seed of Terah's faithful son,
After long toil, their liberty had won;
And past from Pharian fields to Canaan land,
Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand;
Jehovah's wonders were in Israel shown,
His praise and glory was in Israel known.
That saw the troubled sea, and shivering fled,
And sought to hide his froth-becurled head

Low in the earth; Jordan's clear streams recoil,
As a faint host that hath received the foil.
The high huge-bellied mountains skip, like rams
Amongst their ewes; the little hills, like lambs.
Why fled the ocean? And why skipt the mountains?
Why turned Jordan toward his crystal fountains?
Shake earth; and at the presence be aghast
Of Him that ever was, and aye shall last;
That glassy floods from rugged rocks can crush,
And make soft rills from fiery flint-stones gush.

PSALM CXXXVI.

LET us, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Let us blaze his name abroad,
For of gods he is the God;

For his, &c.

O, let us his praises tell,

Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell;

For his, &c.

Who, with his miracles, doth make

Amazed heaven and earth to shake;
For his, &c.

Who, by his wisdom, did create

The painted heavens so full of state;
For his, &c.

Who did the solid earth ordain

To rise above the watery plain;

For his, &c.

Who, by his all-commanding might,
Did fill the new-made world with light;
For his, &c.

And caused the golden tressed sun
All the day long his course to run;

For his, &c.

The horned moon to shine by night,
Amongst her spangled sisters bright;
For his, &c.

He, with his thunder-clasping hand,
Smote the first-born of Egypt land;
For his, &c.

And, in despite of Pharaoh fell,
He brought from thence his Israel;
For his, &c.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain

Of the Erythræan main;

l'or his, &c.

The floods stood still, like walls of glass, While the Hebrew bands did pass;

He hath, with a piteous eye,
Beheld us in our misery;
For his, &c.

And freed us from the slavery

Of the invading enemy;
For his, &c.

All living creatures ne doth feed,

And with full hand supplies their need;

For his, &c.

Let us therefore warble forth

His mighty majesty and worth;
For his, &c.

That his mansion hath on high
Above the reach of mortal eye;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

TRANSLATIONS.

THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, Lib. I. WHAT slender youth, bedewed with liquid odours, Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave, Pyrrha? For whom bindest thou

In wreaths thy golden hair,

Plain in thy neatness? O, how oft shall he
On faith, and changed gods, complain; and seas
Rough with black winds, and storms
Unwonted shall admire!

Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Who always vacant, always amiable,
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful. Hapless they,

To whom thou untried seemest fair! Me, in my vowed
Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung

My dank and dropping weeds

To the stern god of sea.

FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.

BRUTUS thus addresses DIANA in the Country of Leogecia.
GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will
Walkest on the rolling spheres, and through the deep;
On thy third reign, the Earth, look now, and tel
What land, what seat of rest, thou biddest me seek,
What certain seat, where I may worship thee
For aye, with temples vowed and virgin quires.

To whom, sleeping before the Altar, DIANA answers in a
Vision the same Night.

BRUTUS, far to the west, in the ocean wide,
Beyond the realm of Gaul, a land there lies,