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An Address Written By J. F. S.
'Tis EDUCATION , with majestic brow——The sage by many an awful mark I know : Not cloth'd in sable terrors as of yore , The birchen sceptre when he sternly bore ; But with that rev ' rend mien and cheering smile , That strengthens languor and gives bliss to toil . Fast by his side , silver'd and bow'd with age , See hoary LEARNING turn the sapient page .
STUDY , with serious look , and careful tread , Advances slow , by APPLICATION led ; While pressing thro' the group with ardent mien And eager eye is EMULATION seen . To these bright forms our dearest bliss we owe , To these our earliest strains must grateful flow ; The infant Genius , as they pass along , Tosses his cherub torchand hails the fost ' ring throng .
, Nor let austere PHILOSOPHY regard With supercilious eye the stripling Bard ; Like us you once to humble scenes were bound , Like you we yet may view creation round . And tho' these efforts pant in Fancy ' s rear , Nor reach our ardent hopes in yonder sphere , Yet Candour ' s meed the virgin Muse shall gain , Warm from the heart when GRATITUDE ' S the strain .
The Following Is A Translation Of The Famous Lines Composed By Des Barreaux, So Justly Celebrated By Mr. Bayle.
The following is a Translation of the famous Lines composed by DES BARREAUX , so justly celebrated by Mr . BAYLE .
THY judgments , God , in one strict tenor run , And end with justice as they first begun ; Thy nature glories in thy darling grace , Propitious ever to our sinful race . But I thy mercy must implore in vain , My crimes so num ' rous , and so deep their stain ; Thy goodness cannot set the rebel free , Nor can be just in justifying me .
Yes , Lord , the . greatness of my guilt , I own , Confines thy pow ' r to punishments alone ; Thy int ' rest yields not thy compassion room , And clemency itself demands my doom . Perform at length the long- ^ delay'd design , And clear tiiy honour with thy wrath divine : Grasp , then , the bolt , and hurl the vengeful blow * On me thy fix'd incorrigible foe ;
Return th' assault , and war for war restore J Be by these tears exasperated more ; For tho' I perish I'll adore thy name , Reason thy conduct , and justice thy aim . Yet , on what spot' of this terrestrial ball , Where , where , O Father , can thy vengeance fall , But where the blood of Christ already slain , O ' erspread , must sanctify the sacred plain ; Must safe secure me from thy destin'd ire , Forbid the thunder ,. and prevent the fire \ ' : ' 0 z
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
An Address Written By J. F. S.
'Tis EDUCATION , with majestic brow——The sage by many an awful mark I know : Not cloth'd in sable terrors as of yore , The birchen sceptre when he sternly bore ; But with that rev ' rend mien and cheering smile , That strengthens languor and gives bliss to toil . Fast by his side , silver'd and bow'd with age , See hoary LEARNING turn the sapient page .
STUDY , with serious look , and careful tread , Advances slow , by APPLICATION led ; While pressing thro' the group with ardent mien And eager eye is EMULATION seen . To these bright forms our dearest bliss we owe , To these our earliest strains must grateful flow ; The infant Genius , as they pass along , Tosses his cherub torchand hails the fost ' ring throng .
, Nor let austere PHILOSOPHY regard With supercilious eye the stripling Bard ; Like us you once to humble scenes were bound , Like you we yet may view creation round . And tho' these efforts pant in Fancy ' s rear , Nor reach our ardent hopes in yonder sphere , Yet Candour ' s meed the virgin Muse shall gain , Warm from the heart when GRATITUDE ' S the strain .
The Following Is A Translation Of The Famous Lines Composed By Des Barreaux, So Justly Celebrated By Mr. Bayle.
The following is a Translation of the famous Lines composed by DES BARREAUX , so justly celebrated by Mr . BAYLE .
THY judgments , God , in one strict tenor run , And end with justice as they first begun ; Thy nature glories in thy darling grace , Propitious ever to our sinful race . But I thy mercy must implore in vain , My crimes so num ' rous , and so deep their stain ; Thy goodness cannot set the rebel free , Nor can be just in justifying me .
Yes , Lord , the . greatness of my guilt , I own , Confines thy pow ' r to punishments alone ; Thy int ' rest yields not thy compassion room , And clemency itself demands my doom . Perform at length the long- ^ delay'd design , And clear tiiy honour with thy wrath divine : Grasp , then , the bolt , and hurl the vengeful blow * On me thy fix'd incorrigible foe ;
Return th' assault , and war for war restore J Be by these tears exasperated more ; For tho' I perish I'll adore thy name , Reason thy conduct , and justice thy aim . Yet , on what spot' of this terrestrial ball , Where , where , O Father , can thy vengeance fall , But where the blood of Christ already slain , O ' erspread , must sanctify the sacred plain ; Must safe secure me from thy destin'd ire , Forbid the thunder ,. and prevent the fire \ ' : ' 0 z