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Through the dark, gloomy, adamantine portals
I felt myself by fiends exulting dragged,
And headlong plunged into the burning surge
Of that dread yawning bottomless abyss
I often scouted as a vain chimera,
When with my gay companions o'er my cups.
How terrible, methought, the wrath of God I
How insupportable the sinner's doom
'Mong devils rolling in a sea of fire,
Tossed to and fro, and worried by a mob
Of uncontrolled, fierce, and infernal passions,
Without a hope or arm to interpose,
Struggling in agony from day to day,
Dying perpetually through years and ages!
Thus spending an eternity in dying,
Amid the clamorous howls and dismal yells,
The groans and curses of the lost for ever;
With which, in horror nameless, I awoke,
And blessed the still forbearing hand of Heaven.
LINES ADDRESSED TO JOHN S E.
fEAR me a wee, sir, when I write:
It's truth, I'll swear;
And he wha 's guided by this light
Sae, tak it ill or tak it weel,
Blunt truth I'll tell and shame the deil,
And to your conscience wad appeal,
But nane ye hae, Te frozen-hearted ne'er-do-weel,
Wi' pate sae grey.
Lang hae ye bullied, weel I wat,
The curse, the pest, baith soon and late,
To a' that toil within your gate,
'Mid wat and dry;
I them defy.
Your fulsome, ill scrap't leein' tongue, For mair than sixty years has swung, And rudely cursed baith auld and young
As black as hell, Till a' around has aften rung,
They ken theirsel.
Ayont a doubt, ah ! doubt there's nane,
And your infernal lowin' drouth,
Your badge, your curse, frae early youth,
To sloken it but ance, in truth,
I a' defy:
Ye'll aye be dry.
And mony a broken snout yeVe had—
Your pouches picking;
In fury kicking
A' tapsateerie in a heap;
While snakes and serpents round ye creep,
And mony roused frae their last sleep
Around ye stand,
On ilka hand.
Sic dreadfu' dismal sights as these,
Thus turn Teetotal,
And curse the bottle.
Sae, wad ye to my hint attend,
But och I fear my words I '11 spend
And just as weel my counsel lend
As weel attempt to raise the dead,
And turn frae evil,
Black as the devil.
THOUGHTS ON GOD.
/fLTERNAL and omniscient Source of all, '■' Immortal, ever from mutation free, Ere Nature's system sprang forth at thy call, Thou wert, and art, and shalt for ever be.
Yon azure canopy, unfurled on high,
Thy fiat first with starry spangles sowed;
While through the pathless mazes of the sky
Thy voice commands the tempest to forbear,
Charges the lightning whom to smite and spare,
Volcanoes too, obsequious to thy nod,
Hurl forth their rivers of aquatic fire, To scourge the nations with the iron rod
Of thy displeasure sore, and vengeance dire.
The earthquake opens by Divine decree,
To spread destruction and lay waste the land;
In darkness stalks the pestilence from thee,
Before thee, Lord, what are all nations 1 Nought.
In balance hills and mountains dost thou weigh— The isles but atoms, buoyantly which float
In mazy dances in the sunny ray.
The clouds for Thy pavilion dread thou takest,
Breath'st in the storm, rid'st on the whirlwind's wing;
The spacious universe as dust thou makest
All, all, conspire thy praise to ever sound,
And thy omnipotence to all proclaim. Ah, where in the created vast is found
The spot unstamped with thy mysterious name I
The heaven and earth pervaded are by Thee,