THE IMPENITENT'S REVIEW..

May heav'n avenge my cause, and fill your cup With gall deserved-gall and worm-wood mix'd. What? must I mingle tears and wails with theirs?

What? roll in liquid flames and gnash my teeth? Shut out of heav'n, and now shut up in hell?

Ah me! ah me! I'd die, but cannot die;

THOSE howls, O dreadful, howls unbearable! They shake this deep, tear up my very soul: I would, I'll not, I must, I'll also howl; Perhaps 'twill ease my tortur'd mind, I'll try; Ah, woe is me, I have in horror cried, Bnt anguish fills again my soul. I'm full, Distress excites the howl, I cannot hold!

CREATION.

THE eye of faith explores the sacred page; Here understanding lights her torch, and learns To read the character and works of God; Adores her God, all-pow'rful, wise, and good: Exults to trace the works of deity;

Not comprehending, but believing stands;
Th' effect admires-primevous cause adores.

THY works, almighty, parent God,
How multiply'd! all things are full of thee;
An index ALL to thee, their only fount.

ON CREATION.

In all magnificent, supremely grand,
Consummate order, harmony divine.
With honor cloath'd, and majesty supreme,
Thy garments light ethereal, thine the tent,
The canopy of heav'n. Celestial orbs
Resplendent beam, light up thy rich pavillion;
The thick'ning clouds thy chariot, thy wings
the wind:

With thee the light of comfort, and the light
Of life. I bow the knee and I adore
Beatitude incomprehensible—

Himself to all unknown, but to himself.'
Unite the intellect of earth, of heav'n,
All intellect in one-a finite line
To sound th' eternal, infinite profound.
His train, the skirts of majesty divine,
Along the empyrean sweep, descend-
With glory fill the temple of the world.

ON CREATION.

To sweet Jessean harp, thy works were sung, The angels join'd their lays mellifluous;

E'en God beheld his works, with joy supreme.

'Tis ours to climb the skies. Wake up, my "soul, a

And on creation's carr ascend to God.

He first the mighty mass chaotic form'd Of mingled elements. Within that deep, That dismal deep, in rude disorder mix'd, Lay bound the mass of fit materials

Materials for a future, coming world.

There lay the strong foundations of the earth,
The orbs, which multitudinous emblaze
The firmament; and all the varied tribes
Of plants and beasts; the ancient rivers, and
The hoary deep, unform'd and unadorn'd.al

THE circumambient air, by vapour dense
Confin'd, now pants to gain a larger sphere.

ON CREATION.

No light illumes the deep, the dark abyss;
The reign of darkness here. Unknown the laws
Of motion here. Inactive rest enjoys

An undisturb'd repose. Deep sink the parts
Terrene, the buoyant waters rise, and show
Horrific face, o'er which thick darkness spreads
The gloomy veil. Those heav'ns, this earth,
now lie

Wrapp'd up complete within their radicals.

BENEATH his throne the heap inanimate, A lifeless lump of parts incongruous, Imprison'd now, but soon the trumpet voice, The all-creating voice of deity,

Shall burst their bonds, and range the mighty