14 Now death, say thou, where is thy sting? Now grave, where is thy rotten crown? The weakest soldier of my King

O'erwhelms you both, and treads

you

down.

MORNING ALLUSIVE.

1 ADIEU my fears, the sun of souls
Arises glorious in his might;
The darkness now no longer scowls,
"Tis morning now, and all is light.
2 Hail to the dawn of Christian day!
Night's frightful horrors are dispell'd;
It's errors too before thy ray

May now be shunn'd, because beheld.
3 How fade the lesser lights, and moon!—
From more to more, from here to there,
The splendour brightens to it's noon,
As stronger rays the eye can bear.

4 'Tis heaven within me. All around
Loud hymns the day-spring from on high;
By faith I hear the joyful sound,

My trembling Christian shall not die.

5 Thou dastard nature, where's the gloom,
By sin so lately thrown on thee?

New hopes, new joys around me bloom,
And cloudless mercy shines on me.

6 The pit, the precipice, the snare,
The fox, the lion, I can spy;
Tigers and serpents are laid bare,
And the false brother, to my eye.
7 Here objects, whether black or white,
In their own proper size and shape,
Whate'er their lightness, or their weight,
From my discernment can't escape.

8 Distinguish'd here, the good, the ill,
The small, the great, the false, the true,
Lie naked now before my will,
And stand the test of my review.

9 Transparent now, which was opaque,
I by this piercing light perceive,
Curtains, and painted screens forsake
The skulking felon, and the knave.
10 What's that so beautiful, so fair?
(A stronger beam, O Lord, dispense)
'Tis pleasure follow'd by despair;
I see the tail and sting of sense.

11 What dust is that so wond'rous bright?
(Wipe it, O Jesus, from my eyes)
'Tis gilded dirt now to my sight,
Of sin and labour the sole prize.

12 What's that whereon he stands so high,
Who there o'ertops the gazing crowd?
Ambition's dunghill I descry;

Foh! how it stinks! yet he is proud.

13 To this all penetrating light

I also, now translucent grown,
Have of myself obtain'd a sight,
And I'm to me now not unknown.

14 Two worms discover'd in my breast-
Sin pray'd on me, and guilt on sin—
I crush them both now on the crest,
And re-establish peace within.

15 The tree of knowledge, now no more
Forbidden to my eager grasp,
Presents me with it's lovely store;
It's fruits I taste, it's stem I clasp.

16 It fills me with distaste of ill;

To God and good it opes my eyes;
To these it guides my heart and will;
That, it instructs me to despise.

17 No angel now, with flaming sword,
Stands sentry to life's healing tree;
Christ pulls its fruits, and by his word,
In plenty pours them down on me.

18 Two branches at this tree commence,
Whereon its saving fruits are hung;
Which by his wounded hands from thence
In health and endles life are flung.

19 O Christ, how bitter is this fruit,
In which thy precious blood we own?
How ill with Christians must it suit,
To joy in it, as sweet alone!

10 Tho' sweet as life it must be found
By self, yet Christian gratitude

To taste its bitterness is bound,

For press'd, it yields, for wine, thy blood.

21 Now thro' the flowers, and o'er the fruits The lambent ardour sweetly plays,

Gives language to the lovely mutes,
Whose scents and colours speak its praise.

22 The great Dispenser now bestows
In plenty his prolific seeds;

This opens, that in vigour grows,
As he their vegetation feeds;

23 Feeds with the moisture he exales

By his own warmth from living springs,
And wafts on softly breathing gales,
New imp'd with light aerial wings.
24 With these benignant to baptize

The infant germs, and life infuse,
He grants the genial power to rise,
Imparted in his tepid dews.

25 These plants appear to smile and weep
At once, thro' their translucent gems,
While in their tears their roots they steep,
And upward still erect their stems.

26 This genial moisture prompts the growth of vines, of corn, and humbler plants, Which serve as food and med'cine both, To satisfy a thousand wants.

27 This, when the rose-bud it shall reach,
Shall rise in odours thro' the air;
This lends its blushes to the peach,
Their sweetness to the plum and pear.

28 By this the cedar and the pine
From earth to heights exalted rise,
And 'spiring, as of race divine,
Look upward still and claim the skies.

29 Hence offerings to the source of day
In crowds, unforc'd, themselves return,
And here the pines and cedars lay
Their wood for fuel, glad to burn!
30 When lo, the holy fire descends
From heaven in a resplendent beam,
Which quickly to its source retends,
And lifts the victims up in flame.

31 Thou Jesus, art the life and light
Of whatsoever truly lives,

Of whatsoever walks aright,

And tendance to thy guidance gives.

32 How glorious is this light, which shines
Throughout my spirit, soul, and heart!
Wherewith congenial warmth combines,
New life and vigour to impart !

33 This sends the monsters to their feus;
This profligates the beasts of prey;
This drives the lions to their dens,
For spoil and murder shun the day.

34 This mankind forth with safety sends
To do the work which God commands;
Here one the flock with care attends;
There others cultivate the lands.

35 Here one the word of God explains,
And leads the people in his way;
While others there with civil reins,
Teach lawless nations to obey.

36 Each guided by the light of day,

Rejoices in its cheering smiles;

Sees flowers and fruits adorn his way,
And feels a rapture in his toils.

37 Trusting in him who helps and saves,

They love in mutual aid employ;

They sometimes weep-but bring their sheaves,
And come again at night with joy.

38 Rich is that harvest, short that night,
Succeeded by an endless day,

Wherein the soul pursues a flight
More rapid than the solar ray.

39 The tow'ring soul on mental wings,

As soon as call'd away from hence,
Arises still, and still it sings

The song of love, thro' space immense.
40 Thro' realms and worlds this angel goes
On awful messages of state;
Sometimes to pour out penal woes,
To do, or be, what fools call fate.

41 But better pleas'd he issues forth,

High charg'd with blessings and with peace;
Rewards for virtue, and for worth,
The objects of his Master's grace.

42 To him creation is disclos'd,
Its nature, property, and end;
How all its powers and parts dispos'd,

And to what purposes they tend.

43 How our blood circulates he knows;
How growth is given to herbs and trees;
The cause of thunder and of snows,
Of planetary motions, sees.

44 From all the worlds, which him surround
(Whate'er their distance, or their site)
He hears his hymns of praise rebound,
And feels redoubled his delight.

45 But when from these he to the source
Of majesty and light aspires;

Love adds new pinions to his course,
And burns in beatific fires.

46 Faith and her lovely nursling, Hope,

Need now no longer feel their way;
The seeing soul hath ceas'd to grope,
Absorb'd in love's all-perfect day.

47 Angels embrace him, and God smiles,
He's landed on the blissful shore,
Beyond the terrors and the wiles
Of fiends and flesh-his trial's o'er.