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THE COMPLAINT; OR, NIGHT-THOUGHTS.
ENCOMIUMS ON YOUNG.
DR. YOUNG'S POEM ON THE LAST DAY.
Now let the atheist tremble ; thou alone
Yet more, behold ten thousand thunders fall, And sudden vengeance wrap the flaming ball. When Nature sunk, when every bolt was hurld, Thou saw'st the boundless ruins of the world.
When guilty Sodom felt the burning rain,
But tell me, oh! what heavenly pleasure, tell,
But thou art best delighted to rehearse Heaven's holy dictates in exalted verse. ( thou hast power the harden'd heart to warm, To grieve, to raise, to terrify, to charm; To fix the soul on God; to teach the mind To know the dignity of human kind; By stricter rules well-govern'd life to scan, And practise o'er the angel in the man. Magd. Col.
T. WARTON, Sen.
TO A LADY,
WITH THE LAST DAY.' HERE sacred truths, in lofty nunibers told, The prospect of a future state unfold; The realms of night to mortal view display, And the glad regions of eternal day. This daring Author scorus, by vulgar ways Of guilty wit, to merit worthless praise. Full of her glorious theme, bis towering Muse, With generous zeal, a nobler fame pursues : Religion's cause her ravish'd heart inspires, And with a thousand bright ideas tires ; Transports her quick, impatient, piercing eye, O'er the strait limits of mortality To boundless orbs, and bids her fearless soar Where only Milton gain'd renown before ; Where various scenes alternately excite Amazement, pity, terror, and delight.
Thus did the Muses sing in early times, Ere skill'd to flatter vice, and varnish crimes;
Their lyres were tun'd to virtuous songs alone, And the chaste poet and the priest were one: But now, forgetful of their infant state, They soothe the wanton pleasures of the great; And from the press, and the licentious stage, With luscious poison taint the thoughtless age: Deceitful charms attract our wandering eyes, And specious ruin unsuspected lies. So the rich soil of India's blooming shores, Adorn'd with lavish Nature's choicest stores, Where serpents lurk, by flowers conceald from Hides fatal danger under gay delight. [sight,
These purer thoughts from gross alloys refin'd, With heavenly raptures elevate the mind : Not fram'd to raise a giddy, short-liv'd joy, Whose false allurements, while they please, destroy; But bliss resembling that of saints above, Sprung from the vision of the Almighty Love: Firm, solid bliss, for ever great and new, The more 'tis known, the more admir'd, like you; Like you, fair nymph! in whom united meet Endearing sweetness, unaffected wit, And all the glories of your sparkling race, While inward virtues heighten every grace. By these securd, you will with pleasure read Of future judgment, and the rising dead; [thrown; Of time's grand period, Heaven and earth o'erAnd gasping Nature's last tremendous groan. These, when the stars and sun shall be no more, Shall beauty to your ravag'd form restore: Then shall you shine with an immortal ray, Improv'd by death, and brighten'd by decay. Pemb. Col.
T. TRISTRAM. Oxon.