Well spent in such a strife, may earn indeed,

And for a time enfure, to his lov'd land

The fweets of liberty and equal laws;

But martyrs struggle for a brighter prize,

And win it with more pain. Their blood is shed

In confirmation of the nobleft claim

Our claim to feed upon immortal truth,
To walk with God, to be divinely free,
To foar, and to anticipate the skies!
Yet few remember them. They liv'd unknown
Till perfecution dragg'd them into fame,
And chas'd them up to heav'n. Their ashes flew
-No marble tells us whither. With their names
No bard embalms and sanctifies his fong:
And history, fo warm on meaner themes,
Is cold on this. She execrates indeed
The tyranny that doom'd them to the fire,
But gives the glorious fuff'rers little praise*.

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are flaves beside. There's not a chain That hellish foes, confed'rate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he casts it off With as much ease as Samson his green wyths. He looks abroad into the varied field Of Nature, and, though poor perhaps compar'd With those whose mansions glitter in his fight, Calls the delightful scen'ry all his own. His are the mountains, and the vallies his, And the refplendent rivers. His t' enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who, with filial confidence inspir'd, Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And fmiling say-" My father made them all!" Are they not his by a peculiar right,

And by an emphasis of int'reft his,

Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy,
Whose heart with praise, and whose exalted mind
With worthy thoughts of that unwearied love

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That plann'd, and built, and still upholds, a world

So cloth'd with beauty for rebellious man?
Yes-ye may fill your garners, ye that reap
The loaded foil, and ye may waste much good
In senseless riot; but ye will not find,
In feast or in the chase, in fong or dance,
A liberty like his, who, unimpeach'd
Of ufurpation, and to no man's wrong,
Appropriates nature as his father's work,
And has a richer use of your's than you.
He is indeed a freeman. Free by birth
Of no mean city; plann'd or ere the hills
Were built, the fountains open'd, or the fea
With all his roaring multitude of waves.
His freedom is the fame in ev'ry state;
And no condition of this changeful life,
So manifold in cares, whose ev'ry day
(Brings its own evil with it, makes it less :
For he has wings that neither fickness, pain,
(Nor penury, can cripple or confine,

No nook so narrow but he spreads them there With ease, and is at large. Th' oppreffor holds His body bound; but knows not what a range (His fpirit takes, unconscious of a chain; And that to bind him is a vain attempt (Whom God delights in, and in whom he dwells.

Acquaint thyself with God, if thou would'st taste His works. Admitted once to his embrace, Thou shalt perceive that thou wast blind before : Thine eye shall be instructed; and thine heart, Made pure, shall relish, with divine delight 'Till then unfelt, what hands divine have wrought. Brutes graze the mountain-top, with faces prone And eyes intent upon the scanty herb It yields them; or, recumbent on its brow, Ruminate heedless of the scene outspread Beneath, beyond, and stretching far away From inland regions to the distant main. Man views it, and admires; but refts content

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With what he views. The landscape has his praise,

But not its author. Unconcern'd who form'd

The paradise he sees, he finds it fuch,

And fuch well-pleas'd to find it, asks no more.

Not so the mind that has been touch'd from heav'n,

And in the school of facred wisdom taught

To read his wonders, in whose thought the world,

Fair as it is, existed ere it was.

Not for its own fake merely, but for his
Much more who fashion'd it, he gives it praise;
Praise that, from earth resulting, as it ought,
To earth's acknowledg'd sov'reign, finds at once
Its only just proprietor in Him.

The foul that fees him, or receives fublim'd
New faculties, or learns at least t' employ
More worthily the pow'rs she own'd before,
Difcerns in all things what, with stupid gaze
Of ignorance, till then she overlook'd-
A ray of heav'nly light, gilding all forms
Terrestrial in the vast and the minute;

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