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The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego,
And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
No sigh, no murmur the wide world shall hear,
From ev'ry face he wipes off ev'ry tear.
In adamantine chains shall Death be bound,
And hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound.
As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care,
Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air,
Explores the lost, the wand'ring sheep directs,
By day o'ersees them, and by night protects,
The tender lambs he raises in his arms,
Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms;
Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage,
The promis'd father of the future age.
No more shall nation against nation rise,
Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes,
Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er,
The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more;
But useless lances into scythes shall bend,
And the broad faulchion in a plough-share end.
Then palaces shall rise; the joyful Son
Shall finish what his short-liv'd sire begun ;.
Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield,
And the same hand that sow'd, shall reap the field.
The swain in barren deserts with surprize
Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise;

And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear
New falls of water murm'ring in his ear.
On riftedrocks, the dragon's late abodes, i

The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nod?.
Waste sandy vallies, once perplexM with thorn,
The spiry fir and shapely box adorn;
To leafless shrubs the flow'ring palms succeed,
And od'rous myrtle to the nojsome weed.
The-lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant mead,
And boys in flow'ry bands the tiger lead;
The steer and lion at one.crib shall meet,
And harmless serpents lick the pilgriiri's feet.
The smiling infant in his hand shall take
The crested basilisk and speckled snake,
Pleas'd the green lustre of the scales survey,
And with their forky tongue shall innocently play.
•Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise!
Exalt thy tow'ry head, and lift thy eyes!
'See a long race thy spacious courts adorn
See future sons, and daughters yet unborn,
In crouding ranks on ev'ry side arise,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
.See barb'rous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend;
See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate kings,
And heap'd with products of Sabcean springs!

For thee Hume's spicy forests blow,

And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow.

See heav'n its sparkling portals wide display,

And break upon thee in a flood of day!

No more the rising sun shall gild the morn.

Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her silver horn;

But lost, dissolv'd in thy superior rays,

One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze

O'erflow thy courts: the Light himself shall shine

Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine!

The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay.

Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;

But fixM his word, his saving pow'r remains:

Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah reigns!

THE

UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

[pope.]

Father of all! in eVry age,
In ev'ry clime ador'd,

By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

Thou great first cause, least understood;

Who all my sense confin'd
To know but this, that thou art good,

And that myself am blind;

Yet gave me, in this dark estate,

To see the good from ill;
And binding nature fast in fate,

Left free the human will. . . .

What conscience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do,
This, teach me more than hell to shun,

That, more than heav'n pursue.

What blessings thy free bounty gives,

Let me not cast away;
For God is paid when man receives,

T' enjoy is to obey.

Yet not to earth's contracted span

Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think thee lord alone of man,

When thousand worlds are round:

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Let not this weak unknowing hand

Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land,

On each I judge thy foe.

If I am right, thy grace impart,

Still in the right to stay:
If I am wrong, O teach my heart

To find that better way.

Save me alike from foolish pride,

Or impious discontent,
At aught thy wisdom has deny'd,

Or aught thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's woe,

To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others shew,

That mercy shew Xo me.

Mean tho' I am, not wholly so,

Since quicken'd by thy breath;

O lead me wheresoe'er I go,

Thro' this day's life or death.

This day, be bread and peace my lot: All else beneath the sun,

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