Those Things alone are acceptable to Heaven. But, though we praise th' exact designer's skill, Account them implements of mischief still. No works shall find acceptance, in that day When all disguises shall be rent away, That square not truly with the scripture plan, Nor spring from love to God, or love to man. As he ordains things, sordid in their birth, To be rosolv'd into their parent earth; And, though the soul shall seek superior orbs, Whate'er this world produces, it absorbs; So self starts nothing but what tends apace Home to the goal where it began the race. Such as our motive is our aim must be; If this be servile, that can ne'er be free: If self employ us, whatsoe'er is wrought, We glorify that self, not him we ought, Such virtues had need prove their own reward, The Judge of all men owes them no regard. True Charity, a plant divinely nurs❜d, Fed by the love from which it rose at first, Which springs from love to God or Man. Thrives against hope; and, in the rudest scene, Exub'rant is the shadow it supplies; Its fruit on earth, its growth above the skies. T' uphold the boundless scenes of his command; He bruis'd beneath his feet th' infernal pow'rs, The wreath he won so dearly in our name; That, in the heav'n of heav'ns, that space he deems And shines, as if impatient to bestow And were the Churches warmed by Charity, Like him, the soul, thus kindled from above, Behold a Christian!—and, without the fires The churches warm'd, they would no longer hold Virtue, Truth, and Love, would be more prevalent. No longer prey upon our annual rents, And I might spare myself the pains to show That zeal, not vanity, has chanc'd to make, RY UNIVERSI? Y GF CALIFORNIA CONVERSATION, Nam neq; me tantum venientis sibilus austri, Nec percussa juvant fluctú tam litora, nec quæ Saxosas inter decurrunt flumina valles. VIRG. Ecl. 5. THOUGH nature weigh our talents, and dispense To ev'ry man his modicum of sense, And Conversation, in its better part, May be esteem'd a gift and not an art, Yet much depends, as in the tiller's toil, On culture, and the sowing of the soil. Words learn'd by rote a parrot may rehearse, But talking is not always to converse; |