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The thought that meditates a brother's wrong: 560
Hark! universal nature shook and groan'd,
All joy to the believer! He can speak-
Since the dear hour that brought me to thy foot,
Angelick gratulations rend the skies,
Tantane, tam patiens, nullo ccrtamine toili
WHY weeps the muse for England ? What appears
Butage, in spite of weakness and of pain,
25 Still haunts, in hope to dream of youth again ; All speak her happy: let the muse look round From east to west, no sorrow can be found ; Or only what, in cottages confin'd, Sighis unregarded to the passing wind.
30 Then wherefore weep for England ? What appears In England's case, to move the muse to tears ?
The prophet wept for Israel : wish'd his eyes
40 The partial balance, and deceitful weight; The treach'rous smile, a mask for secret hate ; Hypocrisy, formality in pray’r, And the dull service of the lip were there. Her women, insolent and self-caress'd,
45 By Vanity's unwearied Snger dressid, Forgot the blush, that virgin fears impart To modest cheeks, and borrow'd one from art . Were just such trifles, without worth or use, As silly pride and idleness produce :
50 Curl'd, scented, furbelow'd, and flounced around, With feet too delicate to touch the ground, They stretch'd the neck, and roll’d the wanton ev”, And sigli’d for every fool that flutter'd hy. He saw his people slaves to ev'ry lust,
55 Lewd, avaricious, arrogant, unjust : He heard the wheels of an avenging God Groan heavily along the distant road; Saw Balvylon set wide lier two-leav'd brass To let the military deluge pass ; Jerusalem a prey, her glory soil'd, Her princes captive, and her treasure spoil'd;
Wept till all Israel heard his bitter cry,
ong time Assyria bound them in her chain, "l'ill penitence had pury'd the pulslick stain, And Cyrus, with relenting pity mov’d,
75 Return'd thein happy to the land they lov'd ; There, proof against prosperity, a while They stood the test of her ensnaring smile, And had the grace in scenes of peace to show The virtues they had learn'd in scenes of wo. 80 But man is frail, and can but ill sustain A long immunity froin grief and pain; And after all the joys that Plenty leads, With tiptoe step, Vice silently succeeds.
When he that ruld them with a shepherd's rod 85 In form a man, in dignity a God,
ame, not expected in that humble guise,
95 'Tis in the church the leprosy begins ; The priest, wlose oílice is with zeal sincere To watch the fountain and preserve it clear, Carelessly nods and slecps upon the brink, While others poison what the flock niust drink ; 100
Or, waking at the call of lust alone,
110 And Faith, the root whence only can arise The graces of a life that wins the skies, Loses at once all value and esteem, Pronounc'd by graybeards a pernicious dream : Then Ceremony leads her bigots forth,
115 Prepar'd to fight for shadows of no worth ; While truths, on which eternal things depend, Find not, or hardly find, a single friend ; As soldiers watch the signal of cominand, They learn to bow, to kneel, to sit, to stand ;
121 Happy to fill Religion's vacant place With hollow form, and gesture, and grimace.
Such, when the Teacher of his church was there,
130 He judg'd them with as terrible a frown, As if not love, but wrath, had brought him down Yet he was gentle as soft summer airs, Had grace for others' sins, but none for theirs ; Through all he spoke a noble plainness ran- 135 Rhet'rick is artifice, the work of man; And tricks and turns, that fancy may devise, Are far tou mean for him that rules the ckiog.