Insensible of Truth's almighty charms,

tarts at her first approach, and sounds to arms! While Bigotry, with well-dissembled fears,

yes shut fast, his fingers in his ears,

His eyes

Mighty to parry and push by God's word
With senseless noise, his argument the sword,
Pretends a zeal for godliness and grace,

And spits abhorrence in the Christian's face.
Parent of Hope, immortal Truth! make known
Thy deathless wreaths and triumphs all thine own :
The silent roo
progress of thy pow'r is such,

Thy means so feeble, and despis'd so much,

That few believe the wonders thou hast wrought, And none can teach them, but whom thou hast taught.

O 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 ev'ry 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 ev'ry joy it can afford;

Friendship and love seein❜d tenderly at strife,

Which most should sweeten his untroubled life;

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Ensur'd him mute attention and regards
Alas how chang'd! Expressive of his mind, so tl
His eyes are sunk, arms folded, head reclin'dgrst &-
Those awful syllables, Hell, death, and sin,id noq
Though whisper'd, plainly tell what works withing
That Conscience there performs her proper part, T
And writes a doomsday sentence on his heart good?
Forsaking, and forsaken of all friends, et
He now perceives where earthly pleasure ends; [^^/.
Hard task! for one who lately knew no care, T
And harder still as learnt beneath despair ;qob 9H
His hours no longer pass unmark'd away Ä.
A dark importance saddens ev'ry day); tâ »da bně '
He hears the notice of the clock perplex'd
And cries, Perhaps eternity strikes next;
Sweet music is no longer music here,

And laughter sounds like madness in his ear and 10 His grief the World of all her pow'r disarms, 57" Wine has no taste, and beauty has no charms;}}0 God's holy word, once trivial in his view, LIT Now by the voice of his experience true, bur Seems, as it is, the fountain whence aloneoolaw ( Must spring that hope he pants to make his owni

Now let the bright reverse be known abroad; Say man's a worm, and pow'r 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 misspent years; If chance, on heavy pinions slowly borne, A tempest usher in the dreadful 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 Hopey long ling'ring, at last yields the ghost, The sound of pardon pierce his startled ear, He drops at once his fetters and his fear;

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A transport glows in all he looks and speaks,ri 2*{
And the first thankful tears bedew his cheeks. A
Joy, far superior joy, that much outweighs (1
The comfort of a few poor added days,
Invades, possesses, and o'erwhelms the soul
Of him, whom Hope has with a touch made whole.
'Tis Heav'n, all Heav'n descending on the wings.}}
Of the glad legions of the King of kings;
'Tis more'tis God diffus'd through ev'ry part,bo
"Tis God himself triumphant in his heart.
O welcome now the Sun's once hated light,
His noonday beams were never half so bright.

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Not kindred minds alone are call'd tosi 10
It' employ
Their hours, their days, in list'ning 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 illib'ral grin

Of fools, that hate thee and delight in sin:
But these shall last when night has quench'd the pole,
And Heav'n is all departed as a scroll.

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,
The faithful monitor's and poet's part,
Seek to delight, that they may mend mankind,
And while they captivate, inform the mind:
Still happier, if he till a thankful soil,
And fruit reward his honourable toil :

But happier far, who comfort those, that wait
To hear plain truth at Judah's hallow'd gate:
Their language simple, as their manners meek,
shining ornaments have they to seek;

Nor labour they, nor time nor talents waste, flow'rs to suit a fickle taste;

In sorting

But while they speak the wisdom of the skies,

Which art can only darken and disguise,

Th' abundant harvest, recompense divine,
Repays their work-the gleaning only mine.