Not, sure, to drink, to slumber, and to feed, slave. "All the dread splendour of high heaven, and all* "The varied wonders that adorn this ball, "Show, in each atom, virtues that transcend "Whate'er man's wit can speak or comprehend. "Then surely He, who 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 sînks 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, J. H. B. "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 he'er repay, "Alike deprived of flight and of defence, "Rise, and to judge ús dare Omnipotence? "In God we live and move; to him is known “Our guilt; conceal we canot, nor atone. "Our being sins endanger, joys endear, "We fear to keep it, and to lose it fear." Deep in the clouds of general doubt enroll'd, 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 Erörr stalk'd, and licensed crimes. From earth's deep bosom dug the dirty ore They melt, they mould, they hammer, they adore. Curls in high flame a consecrated pyre, And human victims glut 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, Save when, by forms in turbid fancy bred; Through air, earth, ocean, spreads th' expanding ray, Hark! a voice-" Hear, my favour'd people, hear, ་་ Repent; for heaven's eternal reign is near. "Come ye, whom long laborious care employs, "Hope chears my servant, endless joys requite. "Comfort I bring, and mercy unconfin'd, "And peace on earth, and goodwill to mankind. "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: Lord, what is man, that he employs thy care! At least be grateful where we cannot pay, Nor make his gifts the means to disobey. Like stars, o'ertaken by the morning ray, They hide their lessen'd heads, and melt away. |