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^ The honourable James Hamiltgn, Efq. Lieutenant Govermor of
^he province of Pennfylvania.



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O"* now the force of eloquence he tries.
And attic light'nings kindle in his eyes.
Methinks I fee the deep touched fenate glow
While mimic thunders threaten from his brow }
C r now his gentle voice in borrow'd lays.
Swells the fmooth tribute of his Maker's praife :
See the warm ardor of the faint expreft.
As if the numbers iir'd his little breafl :
What joy to hear ; what raptures to behold,
The youthful bard, fo graceful and fo bold :
in virtues caufe — bright truth fhall foon infpure
The living ardors of a real fire.

But now glad fcience to his. riper age
Unfolds the trcafures of the claffic page :
Sweet Heliconian draughts enrich his foul ;
From the pure ftream he drinks without controul.
Virgil for him awakes the tuneful lyre,
And lavifh Pindar powers forth all his fire.
Pious ^neasj who attends thy woe
But deeply feels the fym pathetic glow !
if -.Thro' ev'ry page engaging virtues fhine,
• And frequent precepts grace each moral line:
Whillt Horace leads the lyric mufe along
With carelefs eafe attunes the pleafmg fong 5
Th* unlaboured thought harmonioufly exprell.
Gives gayer tranfport to the youthful breaft :
Homer more boldly ftrikes the epic ftring ;
Swift are we borne upon his rapid wing.
Where bleeding heroes flain th' cnfmguinM groand,
And angry gods are heard in thunder round-



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And now advanc'd the fludent loves t'engagCj;
More arduous heights — the mathematic page
Invites his riperjudgment to explore,
The mazy windings of her fubtle lore :
The pleafing toil delights th' enquiring youth,
And fcience guides him to th' entangled truth.

At length behold to his aftonifli'd eye.
Nature's vafl volume all expanded lye ;
From the elfefl he leeks the hidden caufe.
And deeply fearches her myfterious lav/s.
Earth, air, nor fea, nor heav'ns extended fpacc
Can bound the reach of man's afpiring race 5
Upward he lifts the aftronomic eye.
Surveys thofe orbs of light that roll on high :
Mid fun's and blazing flars he dares to rove,
And learn th' important laws by which they move :
Sits in the centre, wrapt in thought profound.
And views the radiant fyftem rolling round.
To reafon's eye there fhall the caufe appear.
Why various feafons form the changing year :
Spring firft in mantle green and garlands gay,
Sweet fmelling as fhe pafTes, leads the way.
AVith breezy call awakes each rural found.
And fills with mufic woods and valleys round :
Then Summer comes light clad in glowing red,
Wiiilft the thick foliage nods around her head :
With lavifn bounty from her lap fhe pours.
Luxuriant gifts of herbage, fruits and flow'rs.
In yellow garb fee jiutumn next appear.
To crown with plenty the rejoicing year :

3 O'er



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O'er new reap'd fields with airy ileps flie rov€e>
And paints in various hue the fading groves.
Then boifterous Winter howls along the plain,
AfFrighted vegetation fhrinks again
Back into earth ; woods, hills, and valleys Hand
Strip'd of their pride by his relentlefs hand :
In icy bonds he holds the water's fall,
And in his fnowy mantle wraps them alL

Thus flial] his eye important truths purfuCy
And in his works the Great Creator view :
The birds on pointed pinions mounting high.
That pour fhrill mufic from the azure flcy ;
The fifh that fporting in the lucid ftream,
Swift glide and glitter to the fun's bright beam %
The herbs medicinal that ilrew the ground ;
The varied flow'rs that bloom fpontaneous round \
The grove, high waving, the green tufted dale.
The pearl deck'd grotto, the fequefter'd vale j
All muft the philofophic bofom move.
To wonder, gratitude, and glowing love.

Bi^^ow the pupil takes his boldell: flighty
See adventrous him, climb the tow'ring height.
Of £^>^zV learning — more extenfive fields.
Views more enlarg'd, the boundlefs profpe(ft yieids»
His fearches now purfue a nobler plan.
Now comes that grand enquiry ivhat is man ?
How form'd ? by whom ? thence (hall he learn to know
iFrom his connexions what great duties flow.

G What



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What pow*rs are giv'n thofe duties to fulfill ;
How form iXiz judgment ; how direft the ivill ;
"When pa//io7j to indulge, when to reflrain ;
And how his happinefs fiipreme obtain ;
"What is the nature of his nobler part \
V/hy with ambition throbs his anxious heart ;
To draw the mid-night curtains of the tomb,
And look iox judgment and a world to come.

From fuch purfuits what great ideas flow ?
See in his vifage confcious virtue glow :
His views enlarge, cnlighten'd is his mind ;
More warm his heart, his paffions more refin'd :
R.eUgion kindles her celeflial ray,
And truth breaks on him in a flood of day !

Pierian mufe ! thy favour flill prolong
And let thy prefence animate my fong !

'Nowfcience joys to calls the youth her own
And crowns with laurel her adopted fon :
His Almo mater now prepares to flied,
Her rich rewards on his diflinp;uifli'd head :
The vaulted hall the rifmg anthems rend,
And prefTmg crowds the folemn rite attend :
Prepar'd for a6fion now he takes the field,
And fpeculation mufl to pra<ftice yield.
High on the flage, and graceful to the view,
" Adieu dear feat of blifs, he cries adieu ;"



Pathetic



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Pathetic forrows in his bofom fwell.

And with relucflant voice he fighs a lafl farewelL

"What means my trembling pnlfe and throbbing breafi?
Why is the fcene to me Co ftrong expreft ?
Fancy again renews the awful rite ;
Th' encircling audience fwims before my fight •,
Once more my heart beats quick wixh anxious fear z
Once more methinks the folemn charge I hear —
*^* * Go forth nry fons, our firfr, our early pride,
" Thro' life's dark maze be virtue ftill your guide ^
"*' Without religion, learning is but vain,
^* And fruitlefs toil philofophy to gain :
*< 'Tis not fufficient that what's right you knovv'^,
^' Your condu<fl ever fhould your knowledge fhov/ :
" Should injiir'd freedom for affiftance cry,
*' Nor eye, nor ear, nor hand, nor heart deny j
' With pious zeal up raife her drooping head !
*' There's nought but vice and tyranny to dread."
Blefl: inftitution, nurfe of liberty!
My heart, my grateful heart, fliall glow for thee :
No common pride I boaft, no common joy.
That thy inftruflions did my youth employ.
Tho' not xh^firjl amongfl thy fons I prove.
Yet well I feel I'm not the hijl in love.
Oh t may thy facred influence never ceafe.
But in fecure profperity increafe !

G2 It

* This pafTagc alludes to the charge, delivered by the provoft to
iirft candidates far degrees in the college, amongft whom tlie author
was one.



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It mufl be fo, prophetic fancy cries ;
See other Newton^ s other Shahfpeare' s rife j
Each fage philofopher, each learn'd divine
And patriot v/orthies an illuflrious line :
All thofe who nobly fill Fame's ample page.
Again revive to grace a future age. —
Blefi: inRitution ! hail, methinks I fee
The ihining throng afcribe their birth to thee.
Thou, Schuylkill, from whofe cliffs I love to view.
Thy gurgling flream its rocky way purfue,
Shalt own the change : the favage yell no more
With fearful founds fhall rend thy rugged fhore :
Oh ! let thy groves their richefi: beauties wear.
And for approaching happier times prepare.
Along thy banks the penfive bard Ihall flray ;
Sweep the fweet lyre, and wake the tuneful lay :
Echo fliall love to catch the pleafing found,
And bid it foften all thy rocks around :
Ev'n now thy flow'ry paths I fee him tread.
And pluck thy laurels to adorn his head ;
How fhall thy waves elate flow proudly by.
And grow more turgid but to catch his eye ?
How fhall thy rural fcenes bloom in his fong,
And each romantic height his flrains prolong ?
Then whilft his breafl with facred ardor burns.
Religion, jujlice. Liberty by turns ;
And fcience too, in more harmonious flrains.
Shall fweetly warble to the hills and plains :
Perhaps the bard, when highefl noon prevails.
Beneath fome fliade (hall court refrefhing gales j



And



And whilfl his wandering fancy roves more free.
May chance to think of earlier times and me,
Prefumptuous thought, fhall my unpolifh'd lay.
Be borne in fafety down time's rapid way ?
The dang'rous rocks of criticifm fly.
And fearlefs pafs Oblivion^s quick fands by ?
Enough for me, if with the leaft regard.
The * friends of fcience fhould my fong reward ;
No fpeedy death my artlefs ftrains fhall know.
Not without honour will my numbers flow.
If with indulgence, they fhould not refufe.
To fmile propitious on my humble mufe.



* The truftees of the college.



A Morn-



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A M O R N I N G H Y M ??.



NCE more the rifing fource of day^
Pours on- the earth his genial ray :
"Withdraws the ftarry veil of nighty
And fmiles on ev'ry mountain height.

Once more my foul, thy fong prepare,.
Thy G^fl^ approach in praife and pray'r y
AV'ith early voice falute the ikies.
And on the lark's fleet pinions rife.

This hand did me from danger keep
When nature lay entranc'd in fleep :
When ev'ry fenfe forfook its pofl.
And reafon's guardian pow'r was loft."

Soon as dark night o^er fpreads the fkies,,
CoMs miHis and drowfy damps arife :
Contagious fleams their confines breaks
And {lumber o'er the fluggifh lake.

Loud fhrieks the melancholy owl.
And prowling wolves thro' dcferts howl ;
The fancied fpeftre glides the green,
Aad midnio;ht murder walks nnfeen.



For



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Forlorn the wearied wand'rer Itrays, '
Lofl in a labyrinthian maze ;
Where'er he treads, is danger there,
And his foul fickens in defpair.

Whillt flumbers foft my eye-lids clofe,
And golden dreams and fweet repofe,
Wear the fad hours of night away,
And haften on the chearful day.

My God ! fhall not fuch goodncfs move
My foul to gratitude an love ?
Or fhall my heart -forget to raife.
Her loud hofannahs to thy praife ?

When fhall my eager fpirit rife,
And foar above thefe floating fkies ?
Oh ! when with hofls feraphic join.
To fmg thy majefty divine ?

In realms where no returns of night,
Shall e'er the tim'rous foul affright ?
But one eternal blaze of day,
Shines forth with unremitting ray ?



An



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AN EVENING HYMN,



i\T length the bufy day is done.
And yon bright orb, the glorious ixm^
Deep in the weft reclines his head,
Where mifl:y curtains ihroud his bed.

Oh ! God of hofls ! with this day's clofej
How many deep in death's repofe ?
And with the finking fun's decline,
To thee their fleeting fouls refign.

Hark ! 'tis the tolling bell I hear.
And flow and dull it ftrikes mine ear :
E'en whilfl: I tune my penfive fong.
The folemn fun'ral moves along.

He whom this night th' expedling tomb.
Shall wrap within its dreary gloom.
At yefter-morn, devoid of care.
Up rofe and breath'd the healthful air.

Gay Hope o'er look'd the prefent day,
Profpedts of years before him lay ;



He



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He haften'd todiftant joys meet.
Nor faw the grave yawn at his feet.

Ambition, ftop thy mad career.
Look on that corfe and drop a tear ;
E'en when thy hand would grafp the prize.
The ftroke is giv'n, and glory dies.

Let Avriccy feeble, grey and old,
Whilfl his broad palm protecTts his gold.
Lift up his eyes, and fighing fay,
Death is a debt we all mufl pay.

Let thoughtlefs youth, too often found,
\wfenfimljofs enchanting round.
Behold, and as he trembling ftands.
Let Pleafure's cup fall from his hands.

And thou my foul thy thoughts employ.
On God thy glory, wealth and joy :
Virtue alone is ftable here,
Nought but religion is fincere.

When mortal pangs his frame fhall feize.
And the chill'd blood begins to freeze ;
When my fixt eyes muft roll no more.
And life efcapes thro' ev'ry pore.

Ah ! what fhall cheer my drooping heart.
Shall worldly honours joy impart ?



With



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Can fenfual pleafure fweeten death,
Or wealth redeem one parting breath ?

Therefore, my foul, thy thoughts employ.
On Gody thy Glory, ivealth and joy :
Virtue alone is ftable here.
Nought but religion is fincere*



To



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TO R O S A L i N I> A,



ON HER BIRTH DAY»



vV ELCOME 1 ye glories of the eaftern fky f
Bleft be the dawn of this propitious day I
Oh [ let the mufe her willing ftrains employ.
And chearful fwell the tributary lay.

This happy morn gave the rejoicing earth
A treafure great as could the heav'ns beftow.
This happy morn gave Rofalinda birth —
Ceafe, ceafe ye floods, ye tempeXls, ceafe to blow.

Come gentle fpring, like Rofalinda fair.
Like her advance, and brighten ev'ry fcene :
Shed all thy odours in the ambient air.
And far abroad extend thy mantle green.

Like Rofalinda come, the fource of joy i
Let nature fmile, and all the world be gay :
Let ev'ry mufe her willing ftrains employ.
To hail the fpring, and Rofalinda's day.



TO



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TO ROSALINDA,



ON HER BiRTK DAY.



xl AIL [ facred morn 1 the mure's lay
Once more falutes thy rifmg ray :
Hail [ blefTed morn ! thy deathlefs fame
Shall live in Rofalinda's name*

Dark was the fky, and thro' the night
The tempeft wing'd its rapid flight y
The forefl herds in caverns lay.
And iook'd and long'd for light and day.

With glory crown'd, at length was feen
Thy happy dawn, mild and ferene ;
DifFufive radiance paints thy fky.
And gilds Norwedian hills with joy-
Then came with thee fair Rofalind *,
And came, like thee, to blefs mankind :
The ftorms are hufti'd, the mufes fmg.
And foon arofe the jocund fpring.

The feather'd choirs from ev'ry tree,
My Rofalinday welcome thee *,



With



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with them on this aufpicious day,
Oh ! let me join my annual lay*

The morn gave luftre to thy face,
The gentle fpring, each winning grace ;
Thus morn and fpring their beauties joined,
And gave the world fair Rofalmd.



TO



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TO ROSALINDA,



ON HER BIllTH DAY.



H E wafting tide flow ebbing from her fhore,
Wave after wave relii6tant forc'd away,
Down to her channel fhrinks, as if no more
Old ocean would her borrowM ftream repay.

But foon the waters with impatient flow,
O'er the broad ftrand in fprightly murmurs glide;
From the green bank the fedges ftooping low,
With eager joy kifs the returning tide.

But time his ever ebbing courfe purfues
Along eternity, that boundlefs Ihore *,
No kind reflux the v/afllng ftream renews ;
The moment wave, once fpent, recoils no more.

Life is a narrow fpan contrafting faft ;
And yet the anxious heart, or preft with fear.
Would make it lefs, and wifti the prefent paft ;
Or hope would ,bring fome diftant period near.

Time is the great deceiver of mankind.
Each day fome long expefted joy beguiles ;

Each



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Each day fome new created hope we find,
Rifing to view, and Aill the profpedl fmiles.

This, gentle Rofallnday is thy day,
And claims the annual tribute of my fong :
Kindly accept the mufe's moral lay,
For moral fubjefls ihould to thee belong.

Thrice happy they, who like thee, timely wife,
See years expire, and fee without alarm ;
To thee each birth day fhall ferenely rife,
To fix fome virtue, or improve fome charm.

The glow of modefty fhall paint thy face ;
Fair innocence, thy days with peace (hall crown ;
Gay wit fliall heighten ev'ry fprightly grace.
And mild religion lead thee gently on.

Till tirM of life, thou ftialt this life refign.
And rife a feraph from a fleeping fair
To heav'n — where angels with their harps divine
Shall celebrate thy happier birth-day there.



EX-



112



EXTEMPORE VERSES

FROM THE TOP OF MOUNT PARNASSUS, A LOFTY

HILL IN Lancaster County.



v^'NCE more my heart dilates with joy.
To climb this craggy height ;

To yonder diflant hills once more
I ftretch my ravilh'd fight.

The known delight my bofom feels

ParnaJfTian ground to tread *,
And where the piireft sether floats,

ril raife my lofty head.

Fair Rofalinda ftanding by,

Affifls my flowing fong,
And paffmg gales thro' waving groves,

Shall bear my fl:rains along.

She is my mufe, and doth my foul
With glowing thoughts infpire :

Her cheering fmiles fliall make me feel
More than a poet's fire.

With anxious care, let others ftrive
Uncertain blifs to find,



And



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And for expelled wealth and famt
Refign their peace of mind.

In fome fuch bleft retreat as this,
Let me my hours employ.

And Rofaltnda flill be near^
To brighten cv'ry joy.



H BIRTILLA;



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DIRTILLA, A POEM,






1 HOU goddefs fable clad, Dirtillay hail !
Thee I invoke to aid my daring mufe,
To rife with footy wing and fing thy praife.
Ne'er yet attempted by advent'rous bard.
Thee I invoke — whether thou lov'fl to fhew
Thy marbled vifage in the troubled pool.
Or fpread'il thy bounty o'er the fmutted face
Of chimney fweeping elf ; or o'er the plain.
Rolling in clouds by fummer breezes born.
Salute the traveller in ihape of duft :
Whether in furnace or in noify forge.
With fiend-like colliers thou vouchfafefl: to dwells
And fix with Vulcan thy co-equal reign 5
Or foft recline upon a fcullion's lap,
Or on the fchool-boys jacket fmile ferene.

Rebellious beaux, and wafher-women firive.
But firive in vain with never ending war
To overcome thy pow'r — flill thou return'fl,
And flill they labour on with fruitlefs toil.
Sworn foes to thee, thou fober-vifag'd dame j
Not fo thy bard — full well he knows to gain.
And having gain'd, thy favour fiill to keep.
E'en now wide fpreading o'er my honour'd coat



Full



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Full many a fpot, full many a greafy fmear,
Thy influence benign and pow'r declare j
Driving for thence, of new imprefled cloth
The gawdy glare — ne'er to return again.

Oh ! mortals blind to truth, whofe anxious fouls
Impatient wait, till from the taylor's hand,
The fumptuous garb, long look'd for, comes complete.
Succefs no fooner crowns their wearied hope.
But, new diftraftions fill their troubled mind,
And cloud their joy ; left, in fome guardlefs hour,
A dreaded Ipot fhould fully all their pride.

See at the feftive board in new brocade
And lawn, as yet unftain'd, Sophronia fits :
In vain rich wines of various fort and hue.
In order rang'd, the glittering ftde-boards grace ;
And pleafant viands fmoke in vain around :
Nor thefe, nor yet th'exhilirating fong,
Or needle point of ftimulating wit,
Provoke to joy her ever anxious heart ;
Should the rude fervant with unhallow'd foot,
And overflowing glafs, approach too near
The magic circle of her fp reading robe :
Her eager hands colle<ft the darling filk
In clofer folds, and in her fparkling eye
New lightnings kindle at the bold aflault.

Thus have I feen within fome farmer's yard,
Whilft bufy Partlet for her chirping brood
The dunghill fcratch'd *, to them a mine of wealth :

H 2 Should



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Should fierce grimalkin from beneath the mow.
Or neighb'ring barn, creep fly with deadly paw:
Alarm'd, ihe gathers all her little train
Beneath her Ihelt'ring wings : ihe fwells with ragCj
And brift'ling feathers awe the daring foe.

Oh ! goddefs moft benign, beneath thy fway,
I eat and drink with pleafure unallay'd ;
Nor care I ought, if from the dripping fpoon,
The falling drops enrich my fullied garb i
Oh ! could I like Lunaniiis boail: thy love.
Thy fav'rite vot'ry he, far, far beyond
My utmoft reach, my greateft hope afpires.
His honour'd chamber thou vouchfaf'll: to make
Thy chofen feat, thy undifturb'd abode j
Where never broom thy minifters annoy.
But fpiders, white with age, their webs extend
And fee their num'rous offspring do the fame.
Methinks I fee him feated on the floor,
With all his dirty papers fcatter'd round ;
While lengthened cobwebs from the ceiling's height.
Hang pendant o'er his head in v/aving rows.
Not fuch as Betty from the parlour fweeps
With nimble hand : but fuch as oft are found
In dungeons ditQ^, black with the dufl of years.
Methinks I fee upon his broken hearth.
On either fide, a heap of aflies rife :
The fad remains of a whole winter's fire :
Nor would he yield them to the chandler's pence.
For they, oh ! curfed art ; by dire proccfs.
Would foon convert them into cleanfmg foap.

And



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And here, a kettle ftands, which never felt
The wafting torture of a fcuUion's hand ,
Impenetrable crufts guard it without,
And fcale on fcale the folid fediment
Of con ft ant ufe, uncleansM, line it within ;
And there a Delphin mug, embofTed once
"With many a winding leaf and op'ning flowV^
Of whicli no traces now are to be found,
Obliterated all with hardened grime.

But, above all, methinks I fee his bed.
The throne, oh ! goddefs ! where thou reign^ft fupreme 5
The tefter bends beneath the load of duft^
"Which time hath fcatter'd with unfparing hand.
And curtains, tawny, with inceftant fmoke.
Hang graceful round in many a fmutted fold.
To ftiake the bed, or cleanfe the tott'iing frame.
On which it lies, no hand hath yet prefum*d ;
But unmolefted myriads wanton there.
Thus lives Lunanius -, nor can ought avail
To move his firm allegiance unto thee.
And may'ft thou, goddefs, e'er fuch votaries find;

"Wrapt in prophetic vifion, I behold
The times approach, when all thy foes.
Humbled in duft, fhall own thy general fway :
For well we know, that all things are but dirt—
And beaux and belles, and all the foapy train
Of wafhing-women, and of fcouring men,
Muft yield to thee, and into dujl return.

A SEN'



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A SENTIMENT:



Occafioned by a converfation with Mr. P M— — , one of

the principal men among the Chriftian Society, called Dunkars,
at Ephrata, in the province of Pennsylvania.



A HE Lord Supreme, from his exalted throne
Surveys at once earth, heav'n, and worlds unknown ;
All things exifling mufl before his eye
Like the plain tracings of a pifture lie :
Unutter'd thoughts deep in the heart conceaPd,
In ftrong exprelTion fland to him reveal'd.
Thoufands, and twice ten thoufands ev'ry day,
To him or feign'd or real homage pay :
Like clouds of incenfe rolling to the Ikies,
In various forms their fupplications rife ;
Their various forms with him can nought avail,
The fecret motives only will prevail ;
And the true fource of ev'ry offered prayV,
To his all-fearching eye mufl plain appear*

Some place religion on a throne fuperb.
And deck with jewels her refplendant garb :
Painting and fculpture all their art difplay.
And lofty tapers dart their lucid ray :
High on the fuU-ton'd organ's buoyant found.
The pleafing anthem floats ferenely round :

Harmonic



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Harmonic flrains their thrilling pow'rs combine^
And lift the foul to ecilacy divine.

Deep in Ephrata^s gloom you fix your feat.
And feek religion in the dark retreat :
In fable weeds you drefs the heav'n-born maid,
And place her penfive in the lonely fhade :
Reclufe^ unfocial you, your hours employ,
And fearful, banilh ev'ry harmlefs joy.

Each may be right in their peculiar way.
If proper motives fhould their worftiip fway :
If but the love divine of God is there.
The fpirit genuine of unfeigned pray'r ;
Tis true devotion ; and the Lord of love
Such pray'rs and praifes kindly will approve.
Whether from golden altars they fhould rife^
And wrapt in found, roll to the lofty (kies.
Or from Ephrata's feat, fo meek, fo low.
The foft and filent afpirations flow.

Oh ! let the Chrijlian blefs that glorious day^
When outward forms (hall all be done away ;
When we in fpirit and in truth alone
Shall bend oh ! God ! before thy awful throne 5
When thou our purer worfhip fhalt approve,
And make returns of everlafting love.



THE



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THE TREATY; a POEM*,

Humbly infcnbed to the honourable Thomas and Richar*
Penn, proprietors of the province of Pcnnfylvania,



JVlID the deep murmur of luxuriant groves.
Waving o'er LehigVs fylvan painted ftream,
All fancy-fir*d, the mufe retiring loves
Lonely to rove, wrapt in poetic theme
Serpentine waters with majeftic flow,
Now loft — now (hining, lead th' aftoni{h*d eye.
To diftant fcenes where endlefs forefts grow.
And duflcy mountains melt into the fky,
Gufhing abruptly from between the hills
Far off is heard the plunging torrent's roar;
From mafly rocks here the cool ftream diftills.
And gentle dafhings found along the fhore.
The gay muficians of the groves around.
In cadence fweet attune their warbling fong ;
Their warbling fong the darkfome caves refoundj^
And light-wing'd breezes bear the ftrains along.



Herif



* This poem was written tipon the banks of the river Lehigh^
in the year 1761, when the author ferved as fecretary in a folemn
conference held between the government of Pennfylvania and the
chiefs cf feveral Indian natioas.



Mere never bard hath fweird th' harmonic lay.,
Then let me eager to the blifs afph^e
The firft, ye rocks ! to hear your echoes play^


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