For him pour nectar from the purple vine;
Nor think for these he pays the tribute due

To Heaven of Heaven he never names the name;
Save when with imprecations dark and dire

He points his jest obscene. Yet buxom health
Sits on his rosy cheek; yet honour gilds
His high exploits; and downy-pinion'd sleep
Sheds a soft opiate o'er his peaceful couch.

See'st thou this, righteous Father? See'st thou this, And wilt thou ne'er repay? Shall good and ill Be carried undistinguish'd to the land

Where all things are forgot?-Ah! no; the day
Will come, when Virtue from the cloud shall burst
That long obscured her beams; when Sin shall fly
Back to her native hell; there sink eclips'd

In penal darkness; where nor star shall rise,
Nor ever sunshine pierce th' impervious gloom.

On that great day the solemn trump shall sound, (That trump which once in Heaven on man's revolt Convoked th' astonish'd seraphs) at whose voice Th' unpeopled graves shall pour forth all their dead. Then shall th' assembled nations of the earth From every quarter at the judgment-seat Unite Egyptians, Babylonians, Greeks,

Parthians; and they who dwelt on Tyber's banks,
Names famed of old: or who of later age,
Chinese and Russian, Mexican and Turk,
Tenant the wide terrene; and they who pitch
Their tents on Niger's banks; or, where the sun
Pours on Golconda's spires his early light,
Drink Ganges' sacred stream. At once shall rise
Whom distant ages to each others sight
Had long denied: before the throne shall kneel
Some great progenitor, while at his side

Stands his descendant through a thousand lines.
Whate'er their nation, and whate'er their rank,
Heroes and patriarchs, slaves and sceptred kings,
With equal eye the God of All shall see ;

And judge with equal love. What though the great
With costly pomp and aromatic sweets
Embalm'd his poor remains; or through the dome
A thousand tapers shed their gloomy light,
While solemn organs to his parting soul
Chanted slow orisons? Say, by what mark

Dost thou discern him from that lowly swain

Whose mouldering bones beneath the thorn-bound turf Long lay neglected?-All at once shall rise;

But not to equal glory: for, alas!

With howlings dire and execrations loud

Some wail their fatal birth.-First among these

Behold the mighty murderers of mankind;

They who in sport whole kingdoms slew; or they
Who to the tottering pinnacle of power

Waded through seas of blood! How will they curse
The madness of ambition; how lament

Their dear-bought laurels; when the widow'd wife
And childless mother at the judgment-seat
Plead trumpet-tongued against them!-Here are they
Who sunk an aged father to the grave;

Or with unkindness hard and cold disdain
Slighted a brother's sufferings. Here are they
Whom fraud and skilful treachery long secured;
Who from the infant virgin tore her dower,
And ate the orphan's bread;-who spent their stores
In selfish luxury; or o'er their gold,

Prostrate and pale, adored the useless heap.

Here too, who stain'd the chaste connubial bed ;-
Who mix'd the poisonous bowl; or broke the ties
Of hospitable friendship :-And the wretch
Whose listless soul, sick with the cares of life,
Unsummon'd to the presence of his God

Rush'd in, with insult rude. How would they joy
Once more to visit earth; and, though oppress'd
With all that pain or famine can inflict,
Pant up the hill of life? Vain wish! the Judge
Pronounces doom eternal on their heads,

Perpetual punishment! Seek not to know
What punishment! For that th' Almighty will
Has hid from mortal eyes: and shall vain man,
With curious search refined, presume to pry
Into thy secrets, Father? No: let him
With humble patience all thy works adore,
And walk in all thy paths: so shall his meed
Be great in Heaven, so haply shall he 'scape
Th' immortal worm and never-ceasing fire.

But who are they, who, bound in tenfold chains, Stand horribly aghast? This is that crew

Who strove to pull Jehovah from his throne,
And in the place of Heaven's eternal King
Set up the phantom Chance. For them, in vain,
Alternate seasons cheer'd the rolling year;

In vain the sun o'er herb, tree, fruit, and flow'r
Shed genial influence mild; and the pale moon
Repair'd her waning orb. Next these is placed
The vile blasphemer, he, whose impious wit
Profaned the sacred mysteries of faith,
And 'gainst th' impenetrable walls of Heaven
Planted his feeble battery. By these stands
The arch-apostate: he with many a wile
Exhorts them still to foul revolt. Alas!

No hope have they from black despair, no ray

Shines through the gloom to cheer their sinking souls: In agonies of grief they curse the hour

When first they left Religion's onward way.

These on the left are ranged: but on the right
A chosen band appears, who fought beneath
The banner of Jehovah, and defied

Satan's united legions. Some unmoved

At the grim tyrant's frown, o'er barbarous climes
Diffused the gospel's light; some long immured
(Sad servitude!) in chains and dungeons pined;
Or rack'd with all the agonies of pain

Breathed out their faithful lives. Thrice happy they
Whom Heaven elected to that glorious strife!-
Here are they placed, whose kind munificence
Made heaven-born Science raise her drooping head;
And on the labours of a future race

Entail'd their just reward. Thou amongst these,
Good Seaton whose well-judg'd benevolence,
Fostering fair genius, bade the poet's hand
Bring annual offerings to his Maker's shrine,
Shalt find the generous care was not in vain.-
Here is that favourite band, whom mercy mild,
God's best loved attribute, adorn'd; whose gate
Stood ever open to the stranger's call;
Who fed the hungry; to the thirsty lip