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But if, unblamable in word or thought,
prove that without Christ all gain is loss, All hope despair, that stands not on his cross; Except the few his God may have impress'd, A tenfold frenzy seizes all the rest.
Throughout mankind, the Christian kind at least, There dwells a consciousness in every breast, That folly ends where genuine hope begins, And he that finds his Heaven must lose his sins. Nature opposes with her utmost force This riving stroke, this ultimate divorce; · And, while religion seems to be her view, Hates with a deep sincerity the true: For this, of all that ever influenced man, Since Abel worship’d, or the world began, This only spares no lust, admits no plea, But makes him, if at all, completely free: Sounds forth the signal, as she mounts her car, Of an eternal, universal war; Rejects all treaty, penetrates all wiles, (smiles; Scorns with the same indifference frowns and Drives through the realms of Sin, where Riot reels, And grinds his crown beneath her burning wheels! Hence all that is in man, pride, passion, art, Powers of the mind, and feelings of the heart, Insensible of Truth's almighty charms, Starts at her first approach, and sounds to arms !
While Bigotry, with well dissembled fears,
Parent of Hope, immortal Truth! make known
taught. 0, see me sworn to serve thee, and command A painter's skill into a poet's hand, That, while I trembling trace a work divine, Fancy may stand aloof from the design, And light, and shade, and every stroke be thine.
If ever thou hast felt another's pain, If ever when he sigh’d, hast sigh'd again, If ever on thy eyelid stood the tear That pity had engender'd, drop one here. This man was happy-had the world's good word, And with it every joy it can afford; Friendship and love seem'd tenderly at strife, Which most should sweeten his untroubled life; Politely learn’d, and of a gentle race, Good breeding and good sense gave all a grace, And whether at the toilet of the fair He laugh’d and trifled, made him welcome there, Or if in masculine debate he shared, Ensured him mute attention and regard. Alas how changed! Expressive of his mind, His eyes are sunk, arms folded, head reclined;
Those awful syllables, Hell, death, and sin,
Now let the bright reverse be known abroad; Say man's a worm, and power belongs to God. As when a felon, whom his country's laws Have justly doom'd for some atrocious cause, Expects in darkness and heart-chilling fears, The shameful close of all his mispent years; If chance, on heavy pinions slowly borne, A tempest usher in the dreaded morn, Upon his dungeon walls the lightning play, The thunder seems to summon him away, The warder at the door his key applies, Shoots back the bolt, and all his courage dies : If then, just then, all thoughts of mercy lost, When hope, long lingering, at last yields the ghost
The sound of pardon pierce his startled ear,
added days, Invades, possesses, and o’erwhelms the soul Of him wbom hope has with a touch made whole. "Tis Heaven, all Heaven descending on the wings Of the glad legions of the King of kings; "Tis more- - tis God diffused through every part, 'Tis God himself triumphant in his heart. 0, welcome now the sun's once hated light, His noonday beams were never half so bright. Not kindred minds alone are callid to' employ Their hours, their days, in listening to his joy; Unconscious nature, all that he surveys, Rocks, groves, and streams must join him in
his praise. These are thy glorious works, eternal Truth, The scoff of wither'd age and beardless youth; These move the censure and illiberal grin Of fools that hate thee and delight in sin: But these shall last when night has quench'd the And Heaven is all departed as a scroll. [pole, And when, as Justice has long since decreed, This earth shall blaze, and a new world succeed, Then these thy glorious works, and they who share That hope, which can alone exclude despair, Shall live exempt from weakness and decay, The brightest wonders of an endless day.
Happy the bard (if that fair name belong To him that blends no fable with his song),
Whose lines uniting, by an honest art,
Quo nihil majus meliusve terris
FAIREST and foremost of the train that wait