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AN ELEGIAC POEM
THE REV. A. M. TOPLADY.
The Elegiac Poem, here subjoined, appeared shortly
after the death of Mr. Toplady, and, as these Pieces, in general, descend into oblivion, the Editor, in order to preserve this from a similar fate, has inserted this tribute to departed worth, as it appeared in the Magazines of that period.—The Author's name (he believes ) was Mr. John Fellows.
DESCEND ye shining seraphs from on high!
Unerring wisdom shines, and boundless might
Thus as Augustus yielded up his breath
Gabriel behold with what extatic joy Our favour'd train receive the high command To fetch AUGUSTUS to the climes of bliss ! With eager haste each cherubim proceeds; Fix'd to the chariot stand the steeds of fire, Which beat with burning hoofs the sounding plain, And snorting toss on high their beamy heads Reluctant to the rein. The fervid wheels Instinct with spirit, and with love inspir'd Burn for the course. Each cherub waves his shield, And claps his wings impatient of delay.
If any thing can add to heavenly bliss, Or give new relish to the boundless joys We feel in doing our great Maker's will, It is the holy pleasure which expands Our glowing hearts, when from the lower world We bear on high Immanuel's ransom'd sons, The chosen objects of his early love : But when we bring to his eternal hill Those who have labour'd in his righteous cause, And have each glorious gospel truth maintain’d Against the rage of Sion's numerous foes, Our joys are greater : And these earthly stars We bear to heavenly heights and set to shine In brighter skies. But see, the signal made For our departure! Down the steep of heaven As swift as light, ye legions bear away!
Here! this way lies our course! Bebold yon star Which feebly glimmers thro' the distant void; And scarce to angels' sight appears in view. This is the sun that fills the lower skies With light and heat; and hath successive years Pour'd from his burning throne the blazing day Which cheers the world where the Redeemer bled. A world where horrid guilt, outrageous reigns, And black rebellion seeks to storm the skies : Where baughty man, the lord of all the globe, Presumes with daring insolence t arraign The conduct of his Maker ; break his law, And disbelieve his word. A world where hell's Black horrid king in ceaseless tumult reigns, Fomenting rage, and cruelty, and war In all their horrid forms; and every vice