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God’s gift with pleasure in his praise employ; And Thornton is familiar with the joy. , O, could I worship aught beneath the skies, That earth has seen, or fancy can devise, Thine altar, sacred o: should stand, Built by no mercenary vulgar hand, With fragrant turf, and flow’rs as wild and fair As ever dress'd a bank, or scented smmmer air. Duly, as ever on the mountains’ height The peep of Morning shed a dawning light, Again, when Ev’ning in her sober vest, Drew the gray curtain of the fading west, My soul should yield thee willing thanks and praise, For the chief blessings of my fairest days; But that were sacrilege—praise is not thine, But his who gave thee, and preserves thee mine: Else I would say, and as I spake bid fly A captive bird into the boundless sky. This triple realm adores thee—thou art come From Sparta hither, and art here at home. We feel thy force still active, at this hour Enjoy immunity from priestly pow'r, While Conscience, happier than in ancient years, Owns no superior but the God she fears. Propitious spirit! yet expunge a wrong Thy rights have suffer'd, and our land, too long. Teach mercy to ten thousand hearts that share The fears and hopes of a commercial care. Prisons expect the wicked, and were built To bind the lawless, and to punish guilt: But shipwreck, earthquake, battle, fire, and flood, Are mighty mischiefs, not to be withstood; And honest Merit stands on slipp'ry ground, Where covert, guile, and artifice abound. Let just Restraint, for public peace design'd, Chain up the wolves and tigers of mankind; The foe of virtue has no claim to thee, But let insolvent Innocence go free.

{Patron of else the most despis'd of men, Accept the tribute of a stranger's pen; Verse, like the laurel, its #."meed, Should be the guerdon of a noble deed; I may alarm thee, but I fear the shame Charity chosen as my theme and aim) must incur, forgetting Howard’s name. Blest with all wealth can give thee, to resign Joys doubly sweet to feelings quick as thine, To quit the bliss thy rural scenes bestow, To seek a nobler amidst scenes of woe, To traverse seas, range kingdoms, and bring home, Not the proud monuments of Greece or Rome, But knowledge such as only dungeons teach, And only sympathy like thine could reach; That grief, sequester'd from the public stage, Might smooth her features, and enjoy her cage; Speaks a divine ambition, and a zeal, e boldest patriot might be proud to feel. O, that the voice of clamour and debate, That pleads for peace till it disturbs the state, Were hush’d in favour of thy gen’rous plea, The poor thy clients, and Heav'n's smile thy feel Philosophy, that does not dream or stray, Walks arm in arm with Nature all his way; Compasses earth, dives into it, ascends Whatever steep Inquiry recommends; Sees planetary wonders smoothly roll Round other systems under her control; Drinks wisdom at the milky stream of light, That cheers the silent journey of the night, And brings at his return a bosom charg’d With rich instruction, and a soul enlarg’d. The treasur’d sweets of the capacious plan, That Heav'n spreads wide before the view of man, All prompt his pleas'd pursuit, and to pursue Still prompt him, with a pleasure always new ;

He too has a connecting pow'r, and draws
Man to the centre of the common cause,
Aiding a dubious and deficient sight
With a new medium and a purer light.
All truth is precious, if not all divine;
And what dilates the pow'rs must needs refine.
He reads the skies, and, watching ev'ry change,
Provides the faculties an ampler range;
And wins mankind, as his attempts prevail.
A prouder station on the gen'ral scale.
But Reason still, unless divinely taught,
Whate'er she learns, learns nothing as she ought:
The lamp of revelation only shows,
What human wisdom cannot but oppose,
That man, in nature's richest mantle clad,
And grac'd with all philosophy can add,
Though fair without, and luminous within,
Is still the progeny and heir of sin.
Thus taught, down falls the plumage of his pride;
He feels his need of an unerring guide,
And knows that falling he shall rise no more,
Unless the pow'r that bade him stand restore.
This is indeed philosophy; this known
Makes wisdom, worthy of the name, his own:
And, without this whatever he discuss ;
Whether the space between the stars and us;
Whether he measure earth, compute the sea;
Weigh sunbeams, carve a fly, or spit a flea;
The solemn trifler with his boasted skill
Toils much, and is a solemn trifler still:
Blind was he born, and his misguided eyes
Grown dim in trifling studies, blind he dies.
Self-knowledge truly learn'd of course implies
The rich possession of a nobler prize ;
For self to self, and God to man reveal’d
(Two themes to Nature's eye for ever seal’d),
Are taught by rays, that fly with equal pace
From the same centre of enlight'ning grace.

Here stay thy foot; how copious, and how clear,
Th’ o'erflowing well of Charity springs here !
Hark! 'tis the music of a thousand rills,
Some thro’ the groves, some down the sloping hills,
inding a secret or an open course.
And all supplied from an eternal source.
The ties of Nature do but feebly bind;
And Commerce partially reclaims mankind;
Philosophy, without his heav'nly guide,
May blow up self-conceit, and nourish pride;
But, while his promise is the reas’ning part,
Has still a veil of midnight on his heart:
'Tis Truth divine, exhibited on earth
Gives Charity her being and her birth.
* Suppose (when thought is warm, and oney flows
What will not argument sometimes suppose 2)
An isle possess'd by creatures of our kind,
Endued with reason, yet by nature blind.
Let Supposition lend her aid once more,
And land some grave optician on the shore :
He claps his lens, if haply they may see,
Close to the part where vision ought to be ;
But finds, that, though his tubes assist the sight,
They cannot give it, or make darkness light.
He reads wise lectures, and describes aloud
A sense they know not, to the wond'ring crowd;
He talks of i. and the prismatic hues,
As men of depth in erudition use;
But all he gains for his harangue is—Well,—
What monstrous lies some travellers will tell!
* The soul, whose sight all-quick’ning grace renews,
Takes the resemblance of the good she views,
As diamonds, stripp'd of their opaque disguise,
Reflect the noonday glory of the skies.
She speaks of him, her author, guardian, friend,
Whose love knew no beginning, knows no end,
In language warm as all that love inspires,
And in the glow of her intense desires,

Pants to communicate her noble fires.
She sees a world stark blind to what employs
Her eager thought, and feeds her flowing joys;
Though Wisdom hail them, heedless of her call,
Flies to save some, and feels a pang for all;
Herself as weak as her support is strong,
She feels that frailty she denied so long;
And, from a knowledge of her own disease,
Learns to compassionate the sick she sees,
Here, see acquitted of all vain pretence,
The reign of genuine Charity commence.
Though scorn repay her sympathetic tears,
She still is kind, and still she perseveres; .
The truth she loves a sightless world blaspheme,
*Tis childish dotage, a delirious dream;
The danger they discern not, they deny;
Laugh at their only remedy, and die.
But still a soul thus touch'd can never cease,
Whoever threatens war, to speak of peace.
Pure in her aim, and in her temper mild,
Her wisdom seems the weakness of a child:
She makes excuses where she might condemn,
Revil’d by those that hate her, prays for them:
Suspicion lurks not in her artless breast,
The worst suggested, she believes the best;
Not soon provok'd, however stung and teas'd,
And, if perhaps made angry, soon appeas'd;
She rather waves than will dispute her right,
And, injur’d, makes forgiveness her delight.
Such was the portrait an apostle drew,
The bright original was one he knew :
Heav'n held his hand, the likeness must be true.
When one, that holds communion with the skies,
Has fill’d his urn where these pure waters rise,
And once more mingles with us meaner things,
'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings;
Immortal fragrance fills the circuit wide, *:
That tells us whence his treasures are supplied.

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