Saul, ftung by dire despair, Gnafh'd his teeth, and tore his hair: His watchful train prevent the blow; And call each lenient balm to foothe his frantick woe: His pride by Heaven's own terrors quell'd The mighty ftorm that rent his foul. To heal the wounded mind. Come, fair Repentance, from the skies; O fainted maid, with upcaft eyes! Descend, in thy celestial shroud, • Vested in a weeping cloud! They come. O king, thine ear incline! < Their voice fhall every pang compofe, • To gentle forrow foothe thy woes ; Till each pure wish to heaven shall soar, • And Peace return, to part no more! Behold, obedient to their great command, Smooth'd is his brow, where fullen Care 1 No No more his eyes with fury glow; But heavenly grief fucceeds to hell-born woe.- Yet, yet again!-Ah! fee, the pang returns! Again with inward fire his heaving bofom burns! Now, fhepherd, wake a mightier strain ; • And quench the tortures of his soul.' Almighty Lord, accept his pang fincere ! Let heavenly hope dispel each dark temptation! And, while he pours the penitential tear, • O vifit him with thy falvation! Stoop from heaven, ye raptur'd throng! For lo! diffolv'd by Mufick's melting power, Thy God fhall wound thy foul no more: • Meets the pure-returning mind.' • No more fhall black Despair afflict his foul! < Each gentler found, ye fhepherds, now combine; Now lowly let the ruftick meafure glide, To quell the dark remains of felf-confuming pride; Whose artless carols close the day. Sliding down the evening sky, Holy Peace, tho' born above, Daughter of Innocence and Love, K Quits her throne and mansion bright, Still pour thy radiance o'er my breast! The fhepherd's calm and blameless tent is thine!" And wrap his weary'd soul in flumbers !' Gentle fleep becalm his breast, And close his eyes in healing rest! Defcend, celeftial vifions, ye who wait, God's miniftring powers, at Heaven's eternal gate! Ye, who nightly vigils keep, And rule the filent realms of fleep, Exalt the just to joys refin'd, And plunge in woe the guilty mind, • Defcend! Oh, waft him to the skies, ་ 6 • Beyond yon starry roof, by feraphs trod, Where Light's unclouded fountains blaze ; Angels, heal his anguish! His grief to blifs fhall languish, Behold, with dawning joy each feature glows! The fiend is fled !-Let Mufick's rapture rise; Now, Harmony, thy ev'ry nerve employ ; ⚫ Shake the dome, and pierce the skies; • Wake him, wake him into joy!' What power can ev'ry Paffion's throne controul ? Celestial Harmony, that mighty charm is thine! The beam of all-creative Wisdom fhone, And spake fair Order into birth. At Wisdom's call she robe'd yon glitt'ring skies, Angels wrapt in wonder stood, And faw that all was fair, and all was good. 'Twas then, ye fons of God, in bright array, Ye fhouted o'er creation's day : Then kindling into joy, The morning ftars together fung; And thro' the vast ethereal sky Seraphick hymns and loud hofannahs rung. THE THE BIRTH OF THE SQUIRE. Y AN ECLOGUE. BY MR. GAY. E fylvan Mufes! loftier ftrains recite; Not all in fhades and humble cotes delight. Beagles and fpaniels round his cradle ftand, His fire's exploits he now with wonder hears; The monstrous tales indulge his greedy ears: How, when youth ftrung his nerves and warm'd his veins, |