WITH THE LIFE OF THE AUTHOR.
Say, human Seraph! whence that charming force,
That flame, that foul, which animates each line,
And how it runs with fuch a graceful cafe,
Loaded with pond'rous fenfe? We are here told,
When life its narrow round of years hath roll'd,
What 'tis employs the blefs'd, what makes their blis;
Songs fuch as WATTS's are, and love like his.
Sov'reign of Sacred Verfe! accept the lays
Of a young bard that dares attempt thy praife.
No vulgar themes thy pious Murfe engage,
: No fcenes of luft pollute thy facred page:
You in majestick numbers mount the skies,
And meet defcending angels as you rife,
Whofe juft applaufes charm the crowded groves,
And Addifon thy tuneful fong approves.
Soft harmony and manly vigour join
To form the beauties of each fprightly line,
For ev'ry grace of ev'ry Mufe is thine.
AT THE Apollo Prefs, BY THE MARTINS.
Anno 1782.