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The thought that meditates a brother's wrong: 560
Brings not alone the more conspicuous part,
His conduct, to the test, but tries his heart.

Hark! universal nature shook and groan'd,
'Twas the last trumpet-sce the Judge enthrond!
Rouse all your courage at your utmost need, 565
Now summon ev'ry virtue--stand and plead.
What! silent ? is your boasting heard no more?
That self-renouncing wisdom learn'd before,
Had shed immortal glories on your brow,
That all your virtues cannot purchase now. 570

All joy to the believer! He can speak-
Trembling, yet happy; confident, yet meek.

Since the dear hour that brought me to thy foot,
And cut up all my follies by the root,
I never trusted in an arm but thine,

Nor hop'd, but in thy righteousness divine :
My pray’rs and alms, imperfect and defild,
Were but the feeble efforts of a child;
Howe'er perform'd, it was their brightest part
That they proceeded from a grateful heart; 580
Cleans'd in thine own all-purifying blood,
Forgive their evil, and accept their good;
I cast them at thy feet-my only plea
Is what it was, dependence upon thee;
While struggling in the valo of tears below, 585
That never fail'd, nor shall it fail me now.

Angelick gratulations rend the skies,
Pride falls unpitied, never more to rise,
Huinility is crownd, and Faith receive.: the prize,

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WHY weeps the muse for England ? What appears
In England's case, to move the muse to tears ?
From side to side of her delightful isle
Is she not cloth'd with a perpetual smile?
Can Nature add a charm, or Art confer

A new-found luxury not seen in her ?
Where under Heav'n is pleasure more pursued,
Or where does cold reflection less intrudo ?
Her fields a rich expanse of wavy corn,
Pour'd out from Plenty's overflowing horn;

Ambrosial gardens, in which art supplies
The fervour and the force of Indian skies ;
Her peaceful shores, where busy Commerce waits
To pour his golden tide through all her gates;
Whom fiery suns, that scorch the russet spice

Of eastern groves, and oceans floor'd with ice,
Forbid in vain to push his daring way
To darker climes, or climes of brighter day;
Whom the winds waft where'er the billows roll,
from the world's girdle to the frozen pole ;

The chariots bounding in her wheel-worn streets,
Her vaults below, where ev'ry vintage nicets;
Her theatres, her rovels, and her sports ;
The scenes to which not yöutlı alune resorts.

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25 Still haunts, in hope to dream of youth again ; All speak her happy: let the muse look round From east to west, no sorrow can be found ; Or only what, in cottages confin'd, Sighis unregarded to the passing wind.

30 Then wherefore weep for England ? What appears In England's case, to move the muse to tears ?

The prophet wept for Israel : wish'd his eyes
Were fountains fed with infinite supplies :
For Israel dwelt in robbery and wrong ;

There were the scorner's and the sland'rer's tonguc ;
Ortlis, itsed as playthings or convenient tools,
As interest bias'd knaves, or fashion fools;
Adult'ry, neighing at his neighbour's door;
Oppression, lab'ring hard to grind the poor :

40 The partial balance, and deceitful weight; The treach'rous smile, a mask for secret hate ; Hypocrisy, formality in pray’r, And the dull service of the lip were there. Her women, insolent and self-caress'd,

45 By Vanity's unwearied Snger dressid, Forgot the blush, that virgin fears impart To modest cheeks, and borrow'd one from art . Were just such trifles, without worth or use, As silly pride and idleness produce :

50 Curl'd, scented, furbelow'd, and flounced around, With feet too delicate to touch the ground, They stretch'd the neck, and roll’d the wanton ev”, And sigli’d for every fool that flutter'd hy. He saw his people slaves to ev'ry lust,

55 Lewd, avaricious, arrogant, unjust : He heard the wheels of an avenging God Groan heavily along the distant road; Saw Balvylon set wide lier two-leav'd brass To let the military deluge pass ; Jerusalem a prey, her glory soil'd, Her princes captive, and her treasure spoil'd;

Wept till all Israel heard his bitter cry,
Stamp'd with his foot, and smote upon his thigh;
But wept, and stamp'd, and sinote his thigh in vain, 65
Pleasure is deaf when told of future pain,
And sounds prophetick are too rough to suit
Ears long accustoin'd to the pleasing lute:
They scorn'd his inspiration and his theme,
Pronounc'd him frantick, and his fears a dream; 70
With self indulgence wing'ù the fleeting hours,
Till the fve found them, and down fell their tow'rs

ong time Assyria bound them in her chain, "l'ill penitence had pury'd the pulslick stain, And Cyrus, with relenting pity mov’d,

75 Return'd thein happy to the land they lov'd ; There, proof against prosperity, a while They stood the test of her ensnaring smile, And had the grace in scenes of peace to show The virtues they had learn'd in scenes of wo. 80 But man is frail, and can but ill sustain A long immunity froin grief and pain; And after all the joys that Plenty leads, With tiptoe step, Vice silently succeeds.

When he that ruld them with a shepherd's rod 85 In form a man, in dignity a God,

ame, not expected in that humble guise,
To sift and search them with unerring eyes ;
He found conceal'd beneath a fair outside,
The filth of rottenness, and worm of pride ;

Their picty a system of deceit,
Scripture einploy'd to sanctify the cheat;
The pharisec the dupe of his own art,
Self idoliz'd, and vet i knave at heart.
When nations are to perish in their sins,

95 'Tis in the church the leprosy begins ; The priest, wlose oílice is with zeal sincere To watch the fountain and preserve it clear, Carelessly nods and slecps upon the brink, While others poison what the flock niust drink ; 100

Or, waking at the call of lust alone,
Infuses lics and errours of his own;
His unsuspecting sheep believe it pure;
And, tainted by the very means of cure,
Catch from each other a contagious spot,

The foul forerunner of a gen'ral rot.
Then Truih 18 hush'd, that Heresy may presch;
And all is trash, that Reason cannot reach:
Then God's own imaye on the soul impress'd
Becomes a mock’ry, and a standing jest ;

110 And Faith, the root whence only can arise The graces of a life that wins the skies, Loses at once all value and esteem, Pronounc'd by graybeards a pernicious dream : Then Ceremony leads her bigots forth,

115 Prepar'd to fight for shadows of no worth ; While truths, on which eternal things depend, Find not, or hardly find, a single friend ; As soldiers watch the signal of cominand, They learn to bow, to kneel, to sit, to stand ;

121 Happy to fill Religion's vacant place With hollow form, and gesture, and grimace.

Such, when the Teacher of his church was there,
People and priest, the sons of Israel were ;
Stiff in the letter, lax in the design

And import, of their oracles divine ;
Their learning legendary, false, absurd,
And yet exalted above God's own word ;
They drew a curse from an intended good,
Puff'd up with gifts they never understood.

130 He judg'd them with as terrible a frown, As if not love, but wrath, had brought him down Yet he was gentle as soft summer airs, Had grace for others' sins, but none for theirs ; Through all he spoke a noble plainness ran- 135 Rhet'rick is artifice, the work of man; And tricks and turns, that fancy may devise, Are far tou mean for him that rules the ckiog.

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