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A miscellany of poems upon several occassions, both moral and amorous with many odes, songs, acrosticks, epigrams, and elegies, as also divine hymns / composed by T.S.
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Steevens, Thomas.
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blest Throne he sits in now Before he seiz'd he did acquire below So falls this Pharaoh's Tow'r our Ages cost I' th' dust so this Ephesian Temple's tost Whose great renowned Fame shall never dy But prove the Mirror of Eternity But oh our Fate Why did'st Dear Saint so soon Turn from our Eyes thy Morning Beams to Noon We now like Hermites live all desolate Depriv'd of thee we 've lost our happy State. Like Adam when expell'd from Paradise We rove in Desarts and can find no bliss We like Heraclitus do nought but mourn And water with our tears thy silent Urn But oh that hence we Phoenix-like could bring Out of thy ashes a new Soul to spring Whose Numen might triumph o're conquer'd Fate And all our fading Joys refuscitate But ah how vain 's our wish Death's fatal stroke When once is giv'n we never can revoke O cruel Fate Could'st thou not pitch thy Toyl For other preys Must thy black doom assail This starry Sphere Do not ten thousand ly Who fondly court their Fate yet cannot dy Than him we might a Myriad better spare Whose breath and name like bubbles in the air Might vanish and the World yet feel no wo He was our Phosphore and Palladium too His worth whole Millions did preponderate Hence he so soon was struck by envious Fate So that if any one would sphere on high Transcending all he must resolve to dy For Herriot-like Fate loves to seize the best She takes them first to mend she leaves the rest Now in what Eulogies my Muse doth faint And can't express thy worth pardon Dear Saint Pardon I beg In matters so sublime To be deficient may not seem a crime But where my Pen enough can't celebrate Let Fame's shrill Trump the rest ebuccinate An Elegie on the Death of his Grace the Duke of Ormond deceas'd July the 20th 1688. WHen Heav'n's bright Orb withdraws his ruddy Face And Nights black Scene invades the World apace How do the Persians veil their streaming Eyes And still emplore their flying God with cries So when our radiant Earthly Stars do fall Their horrid Fate lamented is by all Whose stony hearts are not enmarbl'd round And where a place for pity may be found Thus all now mourn cause the great Ormond's dead Ormond with whom now all our joys are fled Ah Tragic Scene Tears sparkle in our Eyes And with sad groans we all do sympathize The Marble melts through grief The Rocks rebound And from all Coasts most doleful shrieks resound The Court which sparkling Jewels did adorn In Sables is now drest in blacks doth mourn Whilst all the Great Ones Eyes do silent weep Which manifests their sorrow 's the more deep Nor is it e're to be compris'd in Verse How many Mourners did pursue his Herse But should we all our Tribute-tears now pay Equal to 's worth and our own loss this day The Strand would like the Thames with Water flow And ev'ry street would a deep River grow White-Hall would feed the streams with new supplies And to make Waves would vent out deep-fetcht sighs Since he from noble Veins deriv'd his Blood He by great acts his Pedigree made good If Loyalty on Earth hath now esteem It 's Magazine was situate in him No greater loss could on our State befal He was the great Palladium of all His sacred Vertue did transcend each Sphere He dwelt in Heaven when he sojourn'd here No Pride no Pomp nor praise puft up his Soul 'T was Zeal that wing'd him to the Starry Pole. Humility her Darling might him call So ready he would condescend to all If Honour then and Vertue e're in One Conjoin'd he was that Heav'nly One alone Divine Poems AND HYMNS Divine Poems AND HYMNS A Penitential Hymn 1. AWake Awake my drowsy Soul How long wilt sleep secure Shall nothing nothing thee controul Dost rest Oh! this is pure When Hell for thee doth gape her thirsty jaws And Satan threatens with his angry Paws 2. Break forth my Breast in sudden cries Prevent th' approaching woes Rouze alas rouze my slumb'ring Eyes Will ye for ever close Ah! Gush forth tears deplore those fruitless ways Wherein I foolish spent my former days 3. The dying Tree doth now revive And I forsaking Death Do now begin to seem alive And draw my wav'ring breath I 'll triumph now and drown my crimes in tears I 'll trust in God and cast off Hellish fears 4. Begon O works of darkness fly No more I 'll call you mine I now shake off sin's Lethargy And am O Lord all thine O guide me therefore in these steps to thee And grant that I thy Servant still may be A Spiritual Hymn 1. O Greatest God! O Highest Pow'r Mercy afford O mighty Lord Who dwell'st in the Coelestial Tow'r 2. The Heav'n The Earth doth thee obey Thou calm'st the Waves Thou free'st sin 's Slaves O're all things thou dost bear the sway 3. O cleanse me from Sin 's Leprosie O purge my heart And ev'ry part Let me no more sin's Vassal be 4. O wash O wash away each spot Let not one stain In me remain And all my former Crimes out blot 5. My Soul O Lord create anew And pure like thee O let it be That I thy wond'rous works may shew 6. In thee my God! I 'll put my trust I 'll serve thee still And fear none ill Let envious Satan do his worst 7. My God! My God! I 'll spread thy Fame I 'll sing always Hallelujahs And will for ever praise thy Name Penitence PUT on O Muse a penitential hue And with Castalian drops thy Face bedew That with a weeping show'r of mournful Verse I may the praise of penitence rehearse Welcome O pleasing Legacy of tears Welcome deep sighs which pierce the Heav'nly Spheres A contrite heart is Heav'n's best Sacrifice Acceptable'st in great Jehovah's Eyes The Cordial of Repentance doth revive Our Souls being dead in sin tho' seem alive The groans of Converts open Heaven's Gate And do provide for them a happy State. Thus pious David tho' had gone astray Did Heaven's wrath by 's penitence allay And as his sins were great when he rebell'd ' Gainst God so he in penitence excell'd 'T is this that doth our drossy Souls refine And makes us in pure innocence to shine No Man's own Merits can him ever save ' Less he for Christ with penitence doth crave Thou must with trembling and with careful fear O Man thy own Salvation work out here Since none alas can prove so innocent Who may not for 's repeated Crimes repent Whilst still we swell the number of our sins And ev'ry day a new addition brings The best of men in frequent errors fall And can't preserve themselves scot-free from all The tempting lures of sin But forc'd to yield Do beat it off again with Christian Shield But grant we could persist without a fault And ne're from sacred Righteousness revolt We all did in Sin 's Leprosie begin Our Lives and from
our Parents drew the Sin Which we must wash and purge away with tears Of Penitence which guilty Souls still clears Or else we can't unspotted Garments keep Nor please our Lord the Shepherd of his Sheep Turn then O turn to God repent your Crimes That Christ may own you in the latter times A Hymn of Confession 1. GOod God! In what an everlasting gire My black and loathsome sins go round They pass the num'rous Sands o' th' shore Nor are the Stars of Heaven more Yet still encrease they more abound And ev'ry day doth raise the number higher 2. Oh! Rouze my sleepy Soul A stronger guard Thy watchful Enemies require Still stand prepared with thy arms T' oppose the Devil and his Charms And when thy subtle Foe creeps nigher Strait with the Shield of Faith his force retard 3. How long wilt thou th' Aegyptian darkness love How long intend'st to live secure How long the light of Goshan spurn Wilt from thy obscure ways ne're turn How can'st such Labyrinths endure Where light ly's hid and thou i' th' dark dost rove 4. With speed prevent this steep descent of Hell This Precipice tread on no more Climb up again repent thy fall And for God's boundless mercy call Then He 'll forgive thy sins before And Satan's future onsets will repel Another 1. TOo long O Lord for Earthly Vanities I 've been a Candidate 'T was worse than Hell or fate To live reserv'd for Heav'n and leave my toys With magick charms they tic'd me on Obscuring their delusion 2. Those Circe's-Cups Those Syren-Songs of sin Allur'd my Soul away Pleasing when they 'd destroy But now kind Heav'n their betray'd Snares begin To shew a treach'rous Scene of woes The precipice of my repose 3. Good God! What trifles did my Soul pursue On what weak grounds I stood Bubbles or worse I woo'd Fate Death and Hell these pleasures would ensue Dead in sin charm'd with toys no care For an Immortal Life I 'd spare 4. O mighty Lord in what prepost'rous ways Was my blind Soul then lead Bow down Bow down my head Bend Bend my Knees Implore my hands Thy praise My Tongue sing forth and mercy crave Mercy which doth poor peccants save 5. I now O Lord divorce those blandishments That thus to sin entice Away begone black Vice My purged Breast no more shall prove your Tents To thee great God! my Heart doth soar Guide then that it relapse no more My PRAYER MY God! My God! who dwel'st in Heav'n above And yet vouchsaf'st to us poor Worms thy love Accept Accept a truly contrite heart And to my early Pray'rs thy Ears impart Prevent O Lord prevent my sinful ways And turn my heart from all these Earthly toys Direct direct my sliding steps to thee And still preserve me from sin's Lethargie O purge my Soul and the Old Man divorce Guard me with Angels and damp Satan's force Let me O Lord no more sin's Vassal be But keep me from Satan's temptations free To Faith and Righteousness my heart incline And let thy dictates still my will confine So that when I have led a godly Life And well have finished my Warlike strife And thou O Lord art pleas'd to call away My Soul to thee to tast of Heav'nly Joy I may it cheerfully to thee restore And joyfully to thy Tribunal soar Where I through Christ may absolution have And through thy mercy Crowns of glory crave There with thy Choirs of Angels sing always Praises to thee until the latter days When Heav'n and Earth shall in confusion ly And Christ shall come in his bright Majesty And in Jehoshaphat Assizes keep When the last Trump shall rowze all those that sleep And Summon in all Nations to appear In Judgment their last Sentence now to hear Where all to give a strict account must come Some to receive their Bliss and some their doom Then then let me O God! on thy right hand Amongst th' Elected Saints in glory stand And when each Judgment 's giv'n take me with thee Enjoying thy bright presence still to be Vale Musis 1. FArewel ye fair Inspirers of Man's Soul Farewel O sacred Muse Adieu Adieu Tho' I could rather choose To dwell with you Did Heav'n by Contra's not my will controul 2. To Law I 'm call'd Then must I not obey What Heav'n for me ordains Let Fancy fret Confin'd in golden Chains No more I 'll treat My fruitless Muse at best a pleasing toy FINIS