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From them to thee convey'd along the tide,
Their streaming hearts pour'd freely, when they died ;
Thosc truths, which neither use nor years impair, 626
Invite thce, woo thee, to the bliss they share.
What dotage will not vanity maintain ?
What web too weak to catch a modern brain ?
The moles and bats in full assembly find

On special search, the keen-ey'd eagle blind.
And did they dream, and art thou wiser now?
Prove it-if better, I submit and bow.
Wisdom and goodness are twin-born, one heart
Must hold both sisters, never seen apart.

635 So then-as darkness overspread the deep, Ere Nature rose from her eternal sleep, And this delightful earth, and that fair sky, Leap'd out of nothing, call'd by the Most High ; By such a change thy darkness is made light, 640 Thy chaos order, and thy weakness might; And He whose pow'r mere nullity oboys, Who found theo nothing, form’d thee for his praise. To praise him is to serve him, and fulfil, Doing and suff" ring, his unquestion’d will; 6-15 'Tis to believe what men inspir'd of old, Faithful, and faithfully inform’d, unfold ; Candid and just, with no false aim in vicw, To take for truth what cannot but be truo ; To learn in God's own school the Christian part, 650 And bind the task assign’d thee to thine heart : Happy the inan there seeking and there found, Ilappy the nation where such men abound.

How shall a verse impress thee? by what namo Shall I adjure thee not to court thy shame ? 055 By theirs, whose bright example unimpeach'd, Directs thee to that eminence they reach'd, Heroes and worthies of days past, thy sires ? Or his, who touch'd their hearts with hallow'd fires ? Their names, alas ! in vain reproach an age, 660 Whom all the vanities they scorn'd engage ;

And His, that seraph's trembled at, is hung
Disgracefully on ev'ry trifler's tongue,
Or serves the champion in forensick war
To flourish and parade with at the bar.

Pleasure herself perhaps suggests a plea,
If int 'rest move thee, to persuade e'en thee ;
By ev'ry charm, that smiles upon her face,
By joys possess’d, and joys still held in chase,
If dear society be worth a thought,

670 And if the feast of freedom cloy thec not, Reflect that these, and all that seem thinc own, Held by the tenure of his will alone, Lilie angels in the service of their Lord, Remain with thee, or leave thee at his word, 675 That gratitude and temperance in our use Of what he gives, unsparing, and profuse Secure the favour, and enhance the joy, That thankless waste and wild abuse destroy. But, above all, reflect, how cheap soc'er

630 Those rights that millions envy thee appear, And though resolv'd to risk them, and swim down The tide of pleasure, heedless of his frown, That blessings truly sacred, and when giv'n, Mark'd with the signature and stamp of Heav'n, 685 The word of prophecy, those truths divine, Which make that Heav'n, if thou desire it, thino. Awful alternative! believ'd, belov'd, (Thy glory, and thy shame if unimprov'd,) Are never long vouchsaf'd, if push'd aside

690 With cold disgust, or philosophick pride ; And that judicially withdrawn, disgrace, E-rour, and darkness, occupy their place.

A world is up in arms, and thou, a spot Not quickly found if negligently sought,

695 Thy soul as ample as thy bounds are small, Endur'st thc brunt, and dar*st defy them all And wilt thou join to this bold enterprise, A bolder still, a contest with the skies?

Remember, if He guard thee and secure,

700 Whoe'er assails thee, thy success is sure ; But if He leave thee, through the skill and pow'r Of nations sworn to spoil thee and devour, Were all collected in thy single arın, And thou could’st laugh away the fear of harın, 705 That strength would fail, oppos'd against the push And feeble onset of a pigmy rush. Say not, (and if the thought of such defence Should spring within thy bosom, drive it thence,) What nation amongst all my foes is free

710 From crimes as base as any charg'd on me? Their measure fill'd, they too shall pay the debt, Which God, though long forborne, will not forget. But know that wrath divine, when most severe, Makes justice still the guide of his career,

715 And will not punish, in one mingled crowd, Them without light, and thee without a cloud.

Muse, hang this lurp upon yon aged beech, Still murm’ring with the solemn truths I teach; And while at intervals a cold blast sings

Through the dry leaves and pants upon the strings,
My soul shall sigh in secret, and lanent
A nation scourg'd, yet tardy to repent.
I know the warning song


in vain ;
'That few will hear, and fewer heed the strain; 725
But if a sweeter voice, and one design'd
A blessing to my country and mankind,
Reclaim the wand'ring thousands, and bring homo
A flock so scatter'd and so wont to roam,
Then place it once again between my knees ; 730
The sound of truth will then be sure to please :
And truth alone, where'er my life be cast,
In scenes of plenty, or the pining wasic,
Shall be my chosen theme, my glory to the last.


doceas iter, et sacra ostea pandas.

Virg. En. 6.

ASK what is human life-the sage replies, With disappointment low'ring in his eyes, A painful passage o'er a restless flood; A vain pursuit of fugitive false good ; A scene of fancied bliss and heart-felt care, Closing at last in darkness and despair. The poor, inur'd to drudg'ry and distress, Act without aim, think little, and feel loss, And no where, but in feign'd Arcadian scenes, Taste happiness, or know what pleasure means. 10 Riches are pass'd away from hand to hand, As fortune, vice, or foily may command ; As in a dance, the pair that take the lead Turn downward, and the lowest pair succeed, So shifting and so various is the plan,

15 By which Heav'n rules the mix'd affairs of man ; Vicissitude wheels round the motley crowd, The rich grow poor, the poor become purse-proud , Busincss is labour, and man's weakness such, Pleasure is labour too, and tires' as much.

20 The very sense of it foregoes its use, By repetition palld, by age obtuse. fouth lost in dissipation, we deplore, Through life's sad reninant, what no sighs restore : Voi.. I.


Our years a fruitless race without a prize,

25 Too many, yet too few to make us wise.

Dangling his cane about, and taking snuff,
Lothario cries, What philosophick stuff-
O querulous and weak whose useless brain
Once thought of nothing, and now thinks in vain; '30
Whose eye reverted weeps o'er all the past,
Whose prospect shows thae a dishcart'ning waste :
Would age in thce resign his wintry reign,
And youth invigorate that frame again,
Renew'd desire would grace with other speech 35
Joys always priz’d, when plac'd within our reaci.

For, lift thy palsied head, shake off the glooin
That overhangs the borders of thy tomb,
See Nature gay as when she first began,
With smiles alluring her admirer man ;

40 She spreads the morning over eastern hills, Earth glitters with the drops the night distils; The sun, obedient at her call, appears, To fling his glories o'er the robe she wears ; Banks cloth'd with flow'rs, groves fill’d with sprightly sounds,

45 The yellow tilth, green meads, rocks, rising grounds, Streams edg'd with osiers, fatt’ning ev'ry field, Where'er they flow, now seen, and now conceald; From the blue rim, where skies and mountains meet,. Down to the very turf beneath thy fect,

50 Ten thousand charms, that only fools despise, Or Pride can look at with indiff'rent eyes, All speak one language, all with one sweet voice Cry to her universal realm, Rejoice ! Man feels the spur of passions and desires ;

55 And she gives largely more than he requires ; Not that his hours devoted all to Care, Hollow-ey'd Abstinence, and lean Despair, The wretch may pine, while to his smell, taste, sight, She holds a paradise of rich delight;


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