The awful thunder rolls repeated peals, And by its grandeur wakes the careless soul To sense of thee, the Author all divine: Thee the dispenser of such mighty pow’r, To man’s dark soul incomprehensible. Now fierce and keen the livid lightning flies In course irregular--the blazing heav’ns Seem wrapt in flame; the timid earth, Affrighted at the scene, beneath our feet, Shakes with the strong convulsion; Now renew’d, with still increasing force, Is heard the dreadful near approaching sound, Which swiftly following the repeated fire, Calls up dread apprehension of th’ effect; Perhaps this moment--on our friend awaits Instant destruction--by the mighty hand Of Heav’n remov’d, inseparate to view Thy glory rolling in bright realms above; Or, under covert of some lofty oak, Th’ affrighted cattle find their last retreats; And in the gen’ral conflict swift expire. Not so the soul refin’d, the views serene, The solemn scene around--in wonder lost, And contemplation of the great Supreme. Thou whose strong arm supports these numerous worlds, Rolling the year in periods various: Thou who canst keep her ’midst ten thousand fears, Safe from all harm, secure from ev’ry woe, Thee She adores--and trusting all to thee, In pious resignation waits th’ event.---- S---- * * * * * +For the New-York Weekly Magazine.+ * * * LINES _On hearing a young Lady singing a favourite Song._ Mild o’er the scene calm twilight reigns, Her music wanders through the air; While echo still repeats the strains, That warbling charm “attention’s ear.” The falling note, that cadence sweet, The tuneful melody prolong; My dying pulses slowly beat, Such is the magic power of song. A louder strain now swells the air, My waken’d senses with it rise; Such sweet confusion ransoms care, And mitigates all rising sighs. AMELIA. PEARL-STREET, _Aug. 18, 1796_. * * * * * PADDY’S REMARK ON A TREBLE RAP AT THE DOOR. When first simple Paddy was brought to the city, He was told to be smart, and he wish’d to be witty: _Arrah_ tell me, says Pat, what the reason can be, At one rap I’m let in, and the _Measter_ gives three. * * * * * * * * * +For the New-York Weekly Magazine.+ * * * THE TRIBUNAL OF CONSCIENCE.