POETICAL WORKS

OF

ISAAC WATTS, D.D.

IN SEVEN VOLUMES.

WITH THE LIFE OF THE AUTHOR:

Say, hunian Seraph! whence that charming force,
That flame, that foul, which animates each line,
And how it runs with fuch a graceful eafe,
Loaded with pond'rous fenfe We are here told,
When life its narrow round of years hath roll'd,
What 't is employs the blefs'd, what makes their blifs;
Songs fuch as WATTS's are, and love like his.
Sov'reign of Sacred Verfe! accept the lays
Of a young bard that dares attempt thy praife.
No vulgar themes thy pious Mufe engage,
No fcenes of luft pollute thy facred page:
You in majeftick numbers mount the skies,
And meet defcending angels as you rife,

Whofe juft applaufes charm the crowded groves,
And Addifon thy tuneful fong approves.
Soft harmony and manly vigour join

To form the beauties of each fprightly line,
For ev'ry grace of ev'ry Mufe is thine.

GROVE.

BRITANNICUS.

VOL. VI.

EDINBURG:

AT THE Apollo Prels, BY THE MARTINS.
Anno 1782.

POETICAL WORKS

OF

ISAAC WATTS, D. D.

VOL. VI.

CONTAINING HIS

HORE LYRICE.

IN THREE BOOKS.

Poems chiefly of the Lyrick kind, facred

1. TO DEVOTION AND PIETY.

II. TO VIRTUE, HONOUR, AND FRIENDSHIP.
III. TO THE MEMORY OF THE DEAD.

Αθάνατον μὲν πρῶτα Θεόν, νόμῳ ὡς διάκειται,
Τίμα, (και σέβω αὐτὸν) ἔπειθ' Ηρωας ἀγαύες,
Τάς τε Καταχθονίας.

-Si non Uranie Lyram

Caleftum cohibet, nec Polyhymnia
Humanum refugit tendere Barbiton.

Pythag. Aur. Car.

Hor. Od. T. imitat.

Hail, heav'n-born Mufe! that with celeftial flame
And high feraphick numbers durft attempt

To gain thy native fkies.With thought fublime
And high fonorous words thou fwectly fing'ft

To thy immortal lyre. Amaz'd we view

The tow'ring height flupendous, while thou foar'f
Above the reach of vulgar eyes or thought,
Hymning th' Eternal Father.

Seraphick heights I feem to gain

And facred tranfports feel

While WATTS! to thy celestial strain

Surpris'd 1 liften fill.

The gliding ftreams their course forbear

When I thy lays repeat,

STANDEN.

The bending foreft lends an ear,

The birds their notes forget.

EDINBURG:

PHILOMELA.

AT THE Apollo Prefs, BY THE MARTINS.
Anno 1782.

HORE LYRICÆ.

BOOK II.

SACRED TO VIRTUE, HONOUR, AND FRIENDSHIP.

To her Majefty.

QUEEN of the northern world, whose gentle (way
Commands our love and charms our hearts t'obey,
Forgive the nation's groan when William dy’d.
Lo, at thy feet, in all the loyal pride

Of blooming joy, three happy realms appear,
And William's urn almoft without a tear

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Stands nor complains, while fromthy gracious tongue
Peace flows in filver ftreams amidst the throng.
Amazing balm that on those lips was found
To footh the torment of that mortal wound,
And calm the wild affright! The terrour dies,
The bleeding wound cements, the danger flies,
And Albion fhouts thine honours as her joys arife.

The German Eagle feels her guardian dead;
Not her own thunder can fecure her head;
Her trembling Eaglets haften from afar,
And Belgia's Lion dreads the Gallick war;
All hide behind thy fhield. Remoter lands,
Whofe lives lay trusted in Naffauvian hands,
Transfer their fouls, and live fecure; they play
In thy mild rays and love the growing day.
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