Courage, ungrac'd by these, affronts the skies,

Is but the fire without the sacrifice.

The stream that feeds the well-spring of the heart
Not more invigorates life's noblest part,

Than virtue quickens, with a warmth divine,
The pow'rs that sin has brought to a decline.
A. Th' inestimable estimate of Brown
Rose like a paper-kite, and charm'd the town;
But measures, plann'd and executed well,

Shifted the wind that rais'd it, and it fell.

He trod the very self-same ground you tread,
And victory refuted all he said.

B. And yet his judgment was not fram'd amiss; Its error, if it err'd, was merely this

He thought the dying hour already come,
And a complete recov'ry struck him dumb.
But that effeminacy, folly, lust,

Enervate and enfeeble, and needs must,
And that a nation shamefully debas'd,

Will be despis'd and trampled on at last,

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Unless sweet penitence her pow'rs renew,

Is truth, if history itself be true.

There is a time, and justice marks the date,
For long-forbearing clemency to wait;

That hour elaps'd, th' incurable revolt

Is punish'd, and down comes the thunder-bolt.
If mercy then put by the threat'ning blow,
Must she perform the same kind office now?
May she! and, if offended heav'n be still
Accessible, and pray'r prevail, she will.
"Tis not, however, insolence and noise,
The tempest of tumultuary joys,

Nor is it, yet, despondence and dismay,
Will win her visits or engage her stay;
Pray'r only, and the penitential tear,

Can call her smiling down, and fix her here.
But, when a country (one that I could name)

In prostitution sinks the sense of shame;

When infamous venality, grown bold,

Writes on his bosom, to be let or sold:

When perjury, that heav'n defying vice,
Sells oaths by tale, and at the lowest price,
Stamps God's own name upon a lie just made,
To turn a penny in the way of trade;

When av'rice starves (and never hides his face)
Two or three millions of the human race,

And not a tongue inquires, how, where, or when, Though conscience will have twinges now and then; When profanation of the sacred cause

In all its parts, times, ministry, and laws,
Bespeaks a land, once christian, fall'n, and lost
In all that wars against that title most;

What follows next let cities of great name,
And regions long since desolate, proclaim.
Nineveh, Babylon, and ancient Rome,

Speak to the present times, and times to come;
They cry aloud, in ev'ry careless ear,

Stop, while ye may; suspend your mad career;
O learn, from our example and our fate,
Learn wisdom and repentance ere too late.

Not only vice disposes and prepares

The mind, that slumbers sweetly in her snares, To stoop to tyranny's usurp'd command,

And bend her polish'd neck beneath his hand

(A dire effect, by one of nature's laws
Unchangeably connected with its cause);
But Providence himself will intervene

To throw his dark displeasure o'er the scene.
All are his instruments; each form of war,
What burns at home, or threatens from afar,
Nature in arms, her elements at strife,
The storms that overset the joys of life,
Are but his rods to scourge a guilty land,
And waste it at the bidding of his hand.
He gives the word, and mutiny soon roars
In all her gates, and shakes her distant shores;
The standards of all nations are unfurl'd;

She has one foe, and that one foe the world.
And, if he doom that people with a frown,
And mark them with a seal of wrath press'd down,

Obduracy takes place; callous and tough,

The reprobated race grows judgment proof:
Earth shakes beneath them, and heav'n roars above;
But nothing scares them from the course they love:

To the lascivious pipe and wanton song,
That charm down fear, they frolic it along,
With mad rapidity and unconcern,

Down to the gulf from which is no return.
They trust in navies, and their navies fail—
God's curse can cast away ten thousand sail!
They trust in armies, and their courage dies;
In wisdom, wealth, in fortune, and in lies;
But all they trust in withers, as it must,

When He commands, in whom they place no trust.
Vengeance at last pours down upon their coast
A long despis'd, but now victorious, host;
Tyranny sends the chain that must abridge
The noble sweep of all their privilege;
Gives liberty the last, the mortal shock;
Slips the slave's collar on, and snaps the lock.