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. How ev'ry drop of honey hides a sting; As this is gross and selfish! over which Nor cunning justify the proud man's wrong, Where he that fills an office shall esteem Th' occasion it presents of doing good More than the perquisite;-where law shall speak A worthless form, than to decide aright:- 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 since, And overpaid its value with thy blood. Thy saints proclaim thee king; and in their hearts Thy title is engraven with a pen Dipt in the fountain of eternal love. Thy saints proclaim thee king; and thy delay Gives courage to their foes, who, could they see The dawn of thy last advent, long-desir'd, Would creep into the bowels of the hills, And flee for safety to the falling rocks. The very spirit of the world is tir'd Of its own taunting question, ask'd 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 recoil'd, Insulted and traduc'd, are cast aside, As useless, to the moles and to the bats. They now are deem'd the faithful, and are prais'd, 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 ev'n these Worthy, compar'd with sycophants, who knee Thy name adoring, and then preach thee man! And what they will. All pastors are alike And in their service wage perpetual war Come then, and, added to thy many crowns, Receive yet one, as radiant as the rest, Due to thy last and most effectual work, He is the happy man, whose life ev'n now Shows somewhat of that happier life to come; Who, doom'd to an obscure but tranquil state, Is pleas'd with it, and, were he free to choose, Would make his fate his choice; whom peace, the fruit Of virtue, and whom virtue, fruit of faith, |