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; looms of Ormus and the mines of Ind, 1 Saba's spicy groves, pay tributes there. ise is in all her gates: upon her walls, d in her streets, and in her spacious courts leard salvation. Eastern Java there eels with the native of the farthest west; 1 Æthiopia spreads abroad the hand, 1 worships. Here report has travellid forth ) all lands. From ev'ry clime they come see thy beauty, and to share thy joy, Sion! an assembly such as earth i never, such as Heav'n stoops down to see. 'hus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once fect, and all must be at length restor'd. God hath greatly purpos’d; who would else nis dishonour'd works himself endure honour, and be wrong'd without redress. ste then, and wheel away a shatter'd world, slow-revolving seasons! we would see sight to which our eyes are strangers yet) vorld, that does not dread and hate his laws, I suffer for its crime; would learn how fair - creature is that God pronounces good, w pleasant in itself what pleases him, re ev'ry drop of honey hides a sting; orms wind themselves into our sweetest flow'rs; d e’en the joy, that haply some poor

heart rives from Heav?n, pure as the fountain is, ullied in the stream, taking a taint m touch of human lips, at best impure. for a world in principle as chaste this is gross and selfish! over which stom and prejudice shall bear no sway, it govern all things here, should'ring aside e meek and modest Truth, and forcing her seek a refuge from the tongue of Strife nooks obscure, far from the ways of men: here violence shall never lift the sword,

Nor Cunning justify the proud man's wrong,
Leaving the poor no remedy but tears;
Where he, that fills an office, shall esteem
Th' occasion 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 since,
And overpaid its value with thy blood.
Thy saints proclaim thee king; and in their hearts
Thy title is engraven with a pen
Dipp'd 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 recoild,
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 propos'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,


He seeks not hers, for he has prov'd them vain.
He cannot skim the ground like summer birds
Pursuing gilded fies; and such he deems
Her honours, her emoluments, her joys.
Therefore in contemplation is his bliss,
Whose pow'r is such, that whom she lifts from earth
She makes familiar with a heav'n unseen,
And shows him glories yet to be reveal’d.
Not slothful he, though seeming unemploy'd,
And censur'd oft as useless. Stillest streams
Oft water fairest meadows, and the bird
That flutters least, is longest on the wing:
Ask him, indeed, what trophies he has rais'd,
Or what achievements of immortal fame
He purposes, and he shall answer-None.
His warfare is within. There unfatigued
His fervent spirit labours. There he fights,
And there obtains fresh triumphs o'er himself,
And never with’ring wreaths, compar'd with which,
The laurels that a Cæsar reaps are weeds.
Perhaps the self-approving haughty world,
That as she sweeps him with her whistling silks
Scarce deigns to notice him, or, if she see,
Deems him a cipher in the works of God,
Receives advantage from his noiseless hours,
Of which she little dreams. Perhaps she owes.
Her sunshine and her rain, her blooming spring
And plenteous harvest, to the pray’r he makes,
When, Isaac like, the solitary saint
Walks forth to meditate at eventide,
And think on her, who thinks not for herself,
Forgive him then, thou bustler in concerns
Of little Worth, an idler in the best,
If, author of no mischief and some good,
He seek his proper happiness by means
That may advance, but cannot hinder, thine.
Nor, though he tread the secret path of life,
Engage no notice, and enjoy much ease,

ount him an encumbrance on the state, reiving benefits, and rend'ring none. sphere though humble, if that humble sphere ne with his fair example, and though small influence, if that influence all be spent soothing sorrow, and in quenching strife, Liding helpless indigence, in works, m which at least a grateful few derive he taste of comfort in a world of woe; n let the supercilious great confess serves his country, recompenses well state, beneath the shadow of whose vine sits secure, and in the scale of life is no ignoble, though a slighted, place. man, whose virtues are more felt than seen, it drop indeed the hope of public praise ; he may boast, what few that win it can, t, if his country stand not by his skill, east his follies have not wrought her fall. te Refinement offers him in vain golden tube, through which a sensual world vs gross impurity, and likes it well, neat conveyance hiding all th' offence. that he peevishly rejects a mode Luse that world adopts it. If it bear stamp and clear impression of good sense, be not costly more than of true worth, uts it on, and for decorum's sake wear it ev'n as gracefully as she. idges of refinement by the eye, 'y the test of conscience, and a heart soon deceiv'd; aware that what is base olish can make sterling; and that vice, igh well perfum'd and elegantly dress’d, an unburied carcass trick'd with flow'rs, it a garnish'd nuisance, fitter far cleanly riddance, than for fair attire. fe glides smoothly and by stealth away,

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