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13. Through all Eternity to Thee
A joyful Song I'll raise ;
To utter all thy Praise.
POPE's UNIVERSAL PRAYER,
JEHOVAH! Jove! or LORD! 2. Thou great first Cause, least understood,
Who all my Sense confin’d,
And that myself am blind!
3. Yet gave me in this dark Estate,
To see the Good from Ill!
Left free the human Will.
4. What Conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do;
Thut more than Heav'n pursue.
5. What Blessings thy free Bounty gives,
Let me not cast away ;
To enjoy is to obey.
6. Yet not to Earth's contracted Span, Thy Goodness let me bound,
Or think Thee Lord alone of Man,
When thousand Worlds are round.
7. Let not this weak unknowing Hand
Presume thy Bolts to throw,
On each I judge thy Foe.
8. If I am right, oh teach my Heart,
Still in the Right to stay :
To find that better way!
9. Save me a like from foolish Pride,
Or impious Discontent,
Or ought thy Goodness lent.
10. Teach me to feel another's Woe ;
To hide the Fault I fee;
That Mercy show to me.
11. Mean tho' I am, not wholly so,
Since quicken'd by thy Breath;
Thro' this Day's Life or Death.
12. This Day, be Bread and Peace my Lot;
All else beneath the Sun,
And let thy Will be done.
13. To thee, whose Temple is all Space,
Whose Altar, Earth, Sea, Skies,
One Chorus let all Beings raise !
All Nature's Incense rise.
M E S SI A H.
A facred Eclogue, compos'd of several Passages of
Isaiah the Prophet.
Written in Imitation of Virgil's POLLIO.
E Nymphs of Solyma! begin the Song:
To heav'nly Themes sublimer Strains belong. The Moffy Fountains and the Sylvan Shades, The Dreams of Pindus and th’ Aonian Maids, Delight no more -O thou my Voice inspire, Who touch'd Isaiah’s hallow'd Lips with Fire !
Rapt into future Times, the Bard begun, A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son! From Jele’s Root behold a Branch arise, Whose facred Flow'r with Fragrance fills the Skies. Th’ ætherial Spirit o'er its Leaves shall move, And on its Top descends the Mystic Dove. Ye Heav'ns ! from high the dewy Nectar pour, And in soft Silence shed the kindly show'r ! The Sick and Weak the healing Plant shall aid, From Storms a Shelter, and from Heat a Shade. All Crimes shall cease, and ancient Fraud shall fail; Returning Justice lift aloft her Scale ; Peace o'er the World her Olive Wand extend, And white-rob’d Innocence from Heav'n descend, Swift fy the Years, and rife th' expected Morn! Oh spring to Light, auspicious Babe be born!
See Nature hastes her earliest Wreathes to bring, With all the Incense of the breathing Spring: See lofty Lebanon his Head advance, See nodding Foresis on the Mountains dance, See spicy Clouds from lowly Saron rise, And Carmel's flow'ry Top perfumes the Skies! Hark! a glad Voice the lonely Desart chears ; Prepare the Way! a God, a GoD appears ! A God, a God! the vocal Hills reply, The Rocks proclaim th' approaching Deity. Lo Earth receives him from the bending Skies ! Sink down ye Mountains, and ye Vallies rise : With Heads declin'd, ye Cedars, Homage pay; Be smooth ye Rocks, ye rapid Floods give Way! The Saviour comes! by ancient Bards foretold; Hear him ye Deaf, and all Blind behold! He from thick Films shall purge the visual Ray, And on the fightless Eye-ball pour the Day. 'Tis he th' obstructed Paths of Sound shall clear, And bid new Mufick charm th' unfolding Ear. The Dumb shall fing, the Lame his Crutch
forego, And leap exulting like the bounding Roe. No Sigh, no Murmur the wide World shall hear, From every Face he wipes off ev'ry Tear. In adamantine Chains shall Death be bound, And Hell's grim Tyrant feel th' eternal Wound. As the good Shepherd tends his fleecy Care, Seeks freshest Pastures and the purest Air, Explores the lost, the wand'ring Sheep directs, By Day o'er sees them, ana by Night protects ; The tender Lambs he raises in his Arms, Feeds from his Hand, and in his Bosom warms:
Mankind shall thus his Guardian Care engage,
reap the Field.
shall play. Rise, crown'd with Light, imperial Salem rife! Exalt thy tow'ry Head, and lift thy Eyes !