Of the fame grove, and drink one common ftream.
Antipathies are none. No foe to man

Lurks in the ferpent 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 chafed it. In the heart
No paffion 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 froft of age.
One fong employs all nations; and all cry,
"Worthy the Lamb, for he was flain 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 ftrain,
Earth rolls the rapturous Hofanna round.
Behold the measure of the promise filled;
See Salem built, the labour of a God!
Bright as a fun the facred city fhines;
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 fpicy groves, pay tribute there.
Praise is in all her gates: upon her walls,
And in her streets, and in her spacious courts,
Is heard falvation. Eaftern Java there
Kneels with the native of the fartheft weft;
And Æthiopia fpreads abroad the hand,
And worships. Her report has travelled forth
Into all lands. From every clime they come
To fee thy beauty and to share thy joy.

O Sion! an affembly such as earth

Saw never, fuch as Heaven stoops down to fee.

Thus heaven-ward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restored.

So God has greatly purpofed; who would elfe

In his dishonoured works himself endure
Dishonour, and be wronged without redress.
Hafte then, and wheel away a fhattered world,

Nebaioth and Kedar, the fons of Ifhmael, and progenitors of the Arabs, in the prophetic fcripture here alluded to, may be reasonably confidered as reprefentatives of the Gentiles at large.

Ye flow-revolving seasons! we would fee
(A fight to which our eyes are strangers yet)
A world, that does not dread and hate his laws,
And fuffer 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 fullied in the ftream, taking a taint
From touch of human lips, at best impure.
Oh for a world in principle as chafte
As this is grofs and felfish! over which
Cuftom and prejudice shall bear no sway,
That govern all things here, fhouldering afide
The meek and modeft truth, and forcing her
To feek a refuge from the tongue of ftrife
In nooks obfcure, far from the ways of men:
Where violence shall never lift the fword,
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 prefents of doing good

More than the perquifite: where law shall speak
Seldom, and never but as wisdom prompts

And equity; not jealous more to guard
A worthlefs form, than to decide aright:
Where fashion fhall not fan&tify abuse,
Nor fmooth good-breeding (fupplemental 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 haft 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 fee
The dawn of thy laft advent, long-defired,

Would creep into the bowels of the hills,
And flee for fafety to the falling rocks.

The very spirit of the world is tired

Of its own taunting question, asked so long, "Where is the promife of your Lord's approach ?" The infidel has fhot his bolts away,

Till his exhaufted quiver yielding none,

He gleans the blunted fhafts, that have recoiled,

And aims them at the fhield of truth again.
The veil is rent, rent too by priestly hands,

That hides divinity from mortal eyes;
And all the myfteries to faith proposed,
Infulted and traduced, are caft afide,

As useless, to the moles and to the bats.
They now are deemed the faithful, and are praised,
Who conftant only in rejecting thee,

Deny thy Godhead with a martyr's zeal,
And quit their office for their error's fake.
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 fheep, refolved to follow none.
Two gods divide them all-Pleasure and Gain:
For these they live, they facrifice to thefe,
And in their fervice wage perpetual war

With confcience and with thee. Luft in their hearts,
And mischief in their hands, they roam the earth
To prey upon each other: ftubborn, fierce,
High-minded, foaming out their own disgrace.
Thy prophets fpeak of fuch; and, noting down
The features of the laft degenerate times,