Spithead. thoughts of honest pride, raise to Heaven, as is most meet; ours upon the peaceful tide ands, thronging far and wide Queen in joyfulness to greet: ajestic stands the giant Fleet hunderclouds, that roll away ning clamours, to display tled hulls, and overhead 5, or glittering canvas spread: und, on this glad holiday, ng'd yachts, like sea-birds, flit about, steamers, drest in pennons gay, ey pass, and reel beneath the shout. The Burnt Church. I. O WRECK of many good and precious things, O thousand glories shatter'd to the ground! O Ruin,-where Destruction's fiery wings Have flapp'd, and scorch'd, and ravaged all around! O Providence,-whose deep determinings No wisdom can defeat, no thought can sound, Alas! how shall we well and wisely search The Mind of GOD in this-a ruin'd church? II. ! Religion's beauteous fane, g centuries her holy home, ory stain'd each pictured pane, archived many a rare old tome,culpture, lofty, pure, and plain, sting trophy won from Rome, asted!-Who may read aright av'n in this unholy sight? III. it, though your eyes be dim, and humbly still ye search : those who worship Him mediate idol of His Church; gle wings of cherubim, not to deck the temple-porch,e whose temple is all space, always and in every place! I IV. Yet, must we note the low estate of Man, And help on earth his earthly nature still; And, it is wise and duteous, where we can, To counteract by good permitted ill; And, if we work eternal Mercy's plan, We glorify our GOD through man's free will; And HE that bade us worship him aright Said, Make My court and service your delight. V. Therefore, with energy and zeal discreet, With decent splendour, as is right and meet, HE waits in grace to bless your willing feet, For the Madeira Famine-fund. I. MADEIRA! fair haven of plenty and health, Where luxury smiles on the vintage of wealth, The moans of despair from thy death-stricken raft,- On famishing vineyards and hovels of woe,- Madeira, on thee, from the hand of the LORD! |