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Was one, whom Justice, on an equal plan
535 Shall answer, Hope, sweet Hope, has set me frec, And made all pleasures else mere dross to me.
These amidst scenes as waste as if denied The common care that waits on all beside, Wild as if Nature there, void of all good,
540 Play'd only gambols in a frantick mund (Yet charge not heavenly skill with having plann á A play thing world, unworthy of his hand ;) Can see his love, though secret evil lurks In all we touch, stamp'd plainly on his works ; 545 Deem life a blessing with its num'rous woes, Nor spu:n away a gift a God bestows.
Hard task indeed o'er arctick seas to roam !
Leuconomus, (beneath well-sounding Greek, I slur a name, a poet must not speak,)
555 Stond pilloried on Infamy's high stage, And bore the pelting scorn of half an age: The very butt of Slander, and the blot For ev'ry dart that Malice ever shot. The man that mention'd him at once dismiss'd 560 All mercy from his lips, and sneer'd and hiss'd; His crines were such as Sodom never knew, And Perjury stood up to swear all true; His aim was mischief, and his zeal pretence, His speech rebellion against common senso ; 505 Aknave, when tried on honesty's plain rule ; And when by that of reason, a mere fool; The World's best comfort was, his doom was pess d Die when he might, he must be damn'd at last.
Now, Truth, perform thine office ; waft aside 570 The curtain drawn by Prejudice and Pride, Rereal, (the man is dead) to wond'ring eyes, This more than monster in his proper guise. He lov'd the world that hated himn; the tear That dropp'd upon his Bible was sincere :
475 Assaild by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was a blameless life; And he that forg'd, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's int'rest in his heart. Paul's love of Christ, and steadiness unbrib'd, 480 Were copied cloge in him, and well transcrib'd. He follow'd Paul; his zeal a kindred flame, His apostolick charity the same. Like him, cross'd cheerfully tempestuous seas, Forsaking country, kindrer, friends, and eise ; 585
Like him he labour'd, and like him content
No blinder bigot, I maintain it still, Than he who must have pleasure, come what will : He laughs, whatever weapon Truth may draw, 596 And deems her sharp artillery mere straw. Scripture indeed is plain ; but God and he On Scripture ground are sure to disagree ; Some wiser rule must teach him how to live, 600 Than this his Maker has seen fit to give; Supple and flexible as Indian cane, To take the bend his appetites ordain ; Contriv'd to suit frail Nature's crazy case, And reconcile his lust with saving grace.
605 By this, with nice precision of design, He draws upon life's map a zigzag line, That shows how far 'tis safe to follow sin, And where his danger and God's wrath begin. By this he forms, as pleas'd he sports along, 610 His well-poisid estimate of right and wrong; And finds the modish manners of the day, Though loose, as harmless as an infant's play.
Build by whatever plan Caprice decrees, With what materials, on what ground you please; 615 Your hope shall stand unblam'd, perhaps admir'd, If not that hope the Scripture has requir'd. The strange conceits, vain projects, and wild dreams, With which hypocrisy for ever teems, (Though other follies strike the publick eye, 620 And raise a laugh,) pass unmolested by ; But if, unblamable in word or thought, A man arise, a man whom God has taught
With all Elijah's dignity of tone,
025 To storm the citadels they build in air, And smite the untemper'd wall ; 'tis death to
030 'To prove, that without Christ all gain is loss, All hope despair, that stands not on his cross; Except the fow his God may liavo impress'd, A tenfold frenzy seizes all the rest.
Throughout mankind, the Christian kind at least, There dwells a consciousness in ev'ry breast,
636 That folly ends where genuine hope begins, And he that finds his Heav'n must lose his sins. Nature opposes with her utmost force This riving stroke, this ultimate divorce ;
640 And, while religion seems to be her view, Hates with a deep sincerity the true : For this, of all that ever influenc'd man, Since Abel worshipp'd, or the world began, This only spares no lust, admits no plea,
645 But makes him, if at all, completely free ; Sounds forth the signal, as she mounts her car, Of an eternal, universal war ; Rejects all treaty, penetrates all wiles,
649 Scorns with the same indiff'rence frowns and smiles ; Drives through the realms of Sin, where Riot reels, And grinds his crown beneath her burning whoels ! Hence all that is in man, pride, passion, art, Pow'rs of the mind, and feelings of the heart, Insensible of Truth's almighty charms,
635 Starts at her first approach, and sounds to arins ! While Bigotry, with well-dissembled fears, His eyes shut fast, his fingers in his ears, Mighty to parry and push by God's word With senseless noise, his argument the sword, CCO
Pretcñas a zeal for godliness and grace,
Parent of Hope, immortal Truth ! make known
CUT Thy means so fceble, and despis'd so much, That few believe the wonders thou hast wrought, And none can teach them, but whom thou hast taught.
see me sworn to serve thee, and command A painter's skill into a poet's hand.
If ever thou hast felt another's pain :