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Not, sure, to drink, to slumber, and to feed,
“ All the dread splendour of high heaven, and all* “ The varied wonders that adorn this ball, • Show, in each atom, virtues that transcend 6 Whate'er man's wit can speak or comprehend. “ Then surely He, whò nature's monarch reigns, “ Who forms, who fills, enlivens, and sustains, " Whose boundless works, thus darkly understood, “ Such love display, is wise as well as good. “ Yet Vice in pleasure riots oft and fame, “ While meek neglected Virtue sinks in shame. “ Is not, to punish that, and this to save, “ A doom, a recompence beyond the grave ?
* The lines are marked with inverted commas, as expressing the thoughts, with respect to a future retribution, which might naturally arise in a rational mind unassisted by revelation; and as connected with “ So spake, with anxious dread, the wise of old,” &c,
66 Yes: in that retribution we would trust, “ Convinced, though man is weak, that God is just. “ Shall we then wish it? When this scene is o'er, “ When vice allures, and passions fire no more; “ Shall we, so long in heedless error gây, “ So rich in blessings we can ne'er repay, “ Alike deprived of flight and of defence, « Rise, and to judge us dare Omnipotênce ? " In God we live and move ; to him is known “Our guilt ; conceal we canot, nor åtone. “Our being sins endanger, joys endear, “We fear to keep it, and to lose it fear.”
Deep in the clouds of general doubt enrotlá, So spake, with anxious dread, the wise of old; Who, in rude reason's narrow sphere confined, Just oped their eyes, and knew that they were blind. Meanwhile, amid the twilight of the times, Unconscious Erort stalk'd, and licensed crimes. From earth's deep Bosom dug the dirty ore They méft, they mould, they hammer, they adore. Curls in high fáme a consecrated pyre, And human victims glút th' accursed fire. The groping seer, by holy madness driven, From quivering entrails rakes the will of heaven.
The owl's long loud moan, screaming from afar,
But lo, what genial tides of heavenly beam,
wraps the nations in a blaze of day. Hark! a voice" Hear, my favour'd people, hear,
Repent; for heaven's eternal reign is near. “ Come yę, whom long laborious care employs, " Whom doubts alarm, whom servitude annoys, • Come, bear my burden, to my yoke agree, “ Ye weak, ye heavy laden, come to me, “ My yoke is easy and my burden light; “ Hope chears my servant, endless joys requite.
“ Comfort I bring, and mercy unconfin’d,
My law no more in thunder I proclaim, “ Throned in thick darkness, and tempestuous flame; “ Rich offerings no longer I require, " Or glittering altars crowned with costly fire : " I ask, and what I ask my words impart, • Repentence, faith, and purity of heart. • Come then, my people, listen and believe : “ Seek, ye will find me; ask, ye shall receive : “ Come, for the joys of heaven on earth I send, “ Come to your Lord, your Saviour, and your Friend.”
Son of Omnipotence ! Creation's heir !
At least be grateful where we cannot pay,
Ah! can faint words in feeble song express'd,
We sons of dust, admitted to descry. Th' eternal counsels of th' unfolding sky, To cast around th' expansive view sublime Wide over, and beyond, the bounds of time; We mark Heaven's reign begun, explore its laws, Trace their dependance, and perceive their cause; See them from mercy rise, to blessing tend, And, by Omniscience sway'd, in full perfection ends Come now, proud Sage, thine antient art compare ; Where is the wisdom now, the virtue where, The knowledge where, by boasted reason given, Of earth, and of th' economy of heaven? Like stars, o'ertaken by the morning ray, They hide their lessen'd heads, and melt away.