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Of the same grove, and drink one common stream.
Antipathies are none. No foe to man
Lurks in the serpent now: the mother fees,
And smiles to fee, her infant's playful hand
Stretched forth to dally with the crefted worm,
To ftroke his azure neck, or to receive
The lambent homage of his arrowy tongue.
All creatures worship man, and all mankind
One Lord, one Father. Error has no place:
That creeping peftilence is driven away;
The breath of heaven has chased it. In the heart
No passion touches a difcordant ftring,
But all is harmony and love. Disease
Is not : the pure and uncontaminate blood
Holds its due course, nor fears the frost of age.
One fong employs all nations; and all cry,
" Worthy the Lamb, for he was Nain for us!"
The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks
Shout to each other, and the mountain tops
From diftant mountains catch the flying joy;
Till nation after nation taught the strain,
Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Behold the measure of the promise filled;
See Salem built, the labour of a God!
Bright as a sun the sacred city shines;
All kingdoms and all princes of the earth
Flock to that light; the glory of all lands
Flows into her; unbounded is her joy,
And endless her increase. Thy rams are there,
* Nebaioth, and the flocks of Kedar there ;
The looms of Ormus, and the mines of Ind,
And Saba's spicy groves, pay tribute there.
Praise is in all her gates : upon her walls,
And in her streets, and in her spacious courts,
Is heard salvation. Eastern Java there
Kneels with the native of the fartheft weft;
And Æthiopia spreads abroad the hand,
And worships. Her report has travelled forth
Into all lands. From every clime they come
To see thy beauty and to share thy joy.
O Sion! an assembly such as earth
Saw never, such as Heaven stoops down to see.
Thus heaven-ward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restored. So God has greatly purposed; who would else In his dishonoured works himself endure Dishonour, and be wronged without redress. Hafte then, and wheel away a shattered world,
Ye slow-revolving seasons! we would see
(A fight to which our eyes are ftrangers yet)
A world, that does not dread and hate his laws,
And suffer for its crime; would learn how fair
The creature is that God pronounces good,
How pleasant in itself what pleases him.
Here every drop of honey hides a fting;
Worms-wind themselves into our sweetest flowers ;
And ev'n the joy, that haply some poor heart
Derives from heaven, pure as the fountain is,
Is sullied in the stream, taking a taint
From touch of human lips, at beft impure.
Oh for a world in principle as chafte
As this is gross and felfish! over which
Custom and prejudice shall bear no (way,
That govern all things here, shouldering afide
The meek and modeft truth, and forcing her
To seek a refuge from the tongue of ftrife
In nooks obfcure, far from the ways of men:
Where violence shall never lift the sword,
Nor cunning juftify the proud man's wrong,
Leaving the poor no remedy but tears :
Where he, that fills an office, shall efteem
The occafion it presents of doing good
More than the perquisite: where law shall speak
Seldom, and never but as wisdom prompts
And equity; not jealous more to guard
A worthless form, than to decide aright:
Where fashion shall not sanctify abuse,
Nor smooth good-breeding (supplemental grace)
With lean performance ape the work of love!
Come then, and added to thy many crowns, Receive yet one, the crown of all the earth, Thou who alone art worthy! It was thine By ancient covenant, ere nature's birth; And thou hast made it thine by purchase fince, And overpaid its value with thy blood. Thy faints proclaim thee king; and in their hearts Thy title is engraven with a pen Dipt in the fountain of eternal love. Thy faints proclaim thee king; and thy delay Gives courage to their foes, who, could they see The dawn of thy last advent, long-desired, Would creep into the bowels of the hills, And flee for safety to the falling rocks. The very fpirit of the world is tired Of its own taunting question, asked so long, “ Where is the promise of your Lord's approach ?” The infidel has shot his bolts away, Till his exhausted quiver yielding none, He gleans the blunted shafts, that have recoiled,
And aims them at the shield of truth again.
The veil is rent, rent too by priestly hands,
That hides divinity from mortal eyes ;
And all the mysteries to faith proposed,
Insulted and traduced, are caft afide,
As useless, to the moles and to the bats.
They now are deemed the faithful, and are praised,
Who constant only in rejecting thee,
Deny thy Godhead with a martyr's zeal,
And quit their office for their error's sake.
Blind, and in love with darkness! yet even these
Worthy, compared with fycophants, who knee
Thy name adoring, and then preach thee man!
So fares thy church. But how thy church may fare
The world takes little thought. Who will may preach,
And what they will. All paftors are alike
To wandering sheep, resolved to follow none.
Two gods divide them all—Pleasure and Gain:
For these they live, they facrifice to these,
And in their service wage perpetual war
With conscience and with thee. Luft in their hearts,
And mischief in their hands, they roam the earth
To'prey upon each other : stubborn, fierce,
High-minded, foaming out their own disgrace.
Thy prophets speak of such ; and, noting down
The features of the laft degenerate times,