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" So I with animated hopes behold, “ And many an aching wish, your beamy fires. « That shew like beacons in the blue abyss, « Ordain’d to guide th’ embodied spirit home “ From toilsome life to never-ending rest. “ Love kindles as I gaze. I feel desires " That give assurance of their own success, " And that infus'd from Heav'n must thither tend."
So reads he Nature, when the lamp of truth Illuminates; thy lamp, mysterious word! Which whofo fees no longer wanders loft, With intellects bemaz'd, in endless doubt, But runs the road of wisdom. Thou hast built, With means that were not till by thee employ'd, Worlds that had never been, hadft thou in strength Been less, or less benevolent than strong. They are thy witnesses, who speak thy pow's And goodnefs infinite, but speak in ears That hear not, or receive not their report. In vain thy creatures testify of thee Till thou proclaim thyself. Theirs is indeed A teaching voice; but 'tis the praise of thine,' That whom it teaches, it makes prompt to learn, And with the boon gives talents for its use. Till thou art heard, imaginations vain Possess the heart, and fables false as hell, Yet deem'd oracular, lure down to death
The uniform'd and heedless sons of men. We give to chance, blind chance, ourselves as blind, The glory of thy work, which yet appears Perfect and unimpeachable of blame, Challenging human scrunity, and provià Then skilful most when most severely judg’d. But chance is not; or is not where thou reign'ft: Thy providence forbids that fickle pow'r If pow'r the be that works but to confound) To mix her wild vagaries with thy laws. Yet thus we dote, refusing while we can Instruction and inventing to ourselves Gods such as guilt make welcome, Gods that fleep, Or disregard our follies, or that fit Amus’d fpectators of this bustling stage, Thee we reject, unable to abide Thy purity, till pure as thou art pure, Made such by thee, we love thee for that cause For which we fhunnid and hated thee before. Then we are free: then liberty, like day, Breaks on the soul, and by a fath from Heav'n. Fires all the faculties with glorious joy. A voice is heard that mortal ears hear not Till thou haft touch'd them ; 'tis the voice of song> A loud Hosanna fent from all thy works, Which he that hears it with a fhout, repeats, And adds his rapture to the gen'ral praise. In that blest moment, Nature throwing wide,
Her veil opaque, discloses with a smile
BY THE SAME.
OW various his employments, whom the world
Calls idle, and who juftly, in return,
Dress'd to his taste inviting him abroad
SL A V E R Y.
BY THE SAME.
H for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Where rumour of oppression and deceit,