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III.
Faith, thou bright cherub, speak and say,
Did ever mind of mortal race
Cost thee more toil or larger grace
To melt and bend it to obey?

20 'Twas hard to make so rich a soul submit And lay her shining honours at thy sov'reign feet.

IV.
Sister of Faith, fair Charity,
Shew me the wondrous man on high,
Tell how he fees the Godhead Three in One;
The bright convi&tion fills his eye,
His noblest pow’rs in deep prostration lie
At the mysterious throne:

Forgive,” he cries, " ye faints below, “The wav'ring and the cold assent

30 “I gave to themes divinely true;

Can you admit the blessed to repent? “ Eternal darkness vail the lines “Of that unhappy book

34 “Where glimm’ring reason with falfe lustre shines, « Where the mere mortal

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True riches.

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I Am not concern'd to know
What to-morrow Fate will do,
'Tis enough that I can say
I’ave possess'd myself to-day:
Then if haply midnight death
Seize my flesh and stop my breath,
Yet to-morrow I shall be
Heir to the best part of me.

Glitt'ring stones and golden things,
Wealth and honours, thac have wings,
Ever flutt'ring to be gone,
I could never call my own:
Riches that the world beftows
She can take and I can lose,
But the treasures that are nine
Lie afar beyond her line.
When I view my spacious foul,
And survey myself a-whole,
And enjoy myself alone,
I'm a kingdom of my own.

l’ave a mighty part within
That the world hath never seen,

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Socinian, though he has darkened the glory of the gospel and debased Chrillianity in the book which he calls The Rearon. ableness of it, and in fome of his other works.

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Rich as Eden's happy ground,
And with choicer plenty crown'd.
Here on all the shining boughs
Knowledge fair and useful grows;
On the same young flow'ry tree
All the feasons you may fee;
Notions in the bloom of light
Just disclosing to the fight:
Here are thoughts of larger growth
Rip’ning into solid truth;
Fruits refin'd of noble taste,
Seraphs feed on such repast:
Here in a greep and shady grove
Streams of pleasure mix with love;
There bencath the smiling skies
Hills of contemplation rise;
Now upon fome shining top
Angels light and call me up;
I rejoice to raise niy feet,
Both rejoice when there we meet.

There are endless beauties more
Earth hath no resemblance for;
Nothing like them round the pole,
Nothing can describe the foul :
'Tis a region half unknown
That has treasures of its own
More remote from publick view
Than the bowels of Peru;

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Broader 't is and brighter far
Than the golden Indies are;
Ships that trace the wat'ry stage
Cannot coast it in an age;
Harts or horses strong and fleet,
Had they wings to help their feet,
Could not run it half way o'er
In cen thousand days or more.

Yet the filly wand'ring mind,
Loath to be too much confin'd,'
Roves and takes lier daily tours
Coasting round the narrow shores,
Narrow shores of fefh and sense,
Picking shells and pebbles thence;
Or she fits at Fancy's door
Calling shapes and shadows t'her,
Foreign visits still receiving,
And t'herself a stranger living :
Never never would she buy
Indian duft or Tyrian dye,
Never trade abroad for more,
If she saw her native store;
If her inward worth were known
She inight cver live alone.

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1. Urania takes her morning flight With an inimitable wing; Thro' rising deluges of dawning light She cleaves her wondrous way, She tunes immortal anthems to the growing day, 5 Nor Rapin* gives her rules to fly nor Purcel + notes

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(to fing. She nor inquires, nor knows, nor fears, Where lie the pointed rocks or where th'ingulfing Clinibing the liquid mountains of the skies [sand; She meets descending angels as she flies, Nor asks them where their country lies Or where the seamarks stand: Touch'd with an empyreal ray She springs unerring upward to eternal day, Spreads her white fails alost, and steers

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III.
Whilst little skiffs along the mortal Mores
With humble toil in order creep,
Coasting in sight of one another's oars,
Nor venture thro' the boundless deep:
Such low pretending souls are they

A French critick. + An English master of mufick,

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