But still in virtue of a Saviour's plea,

Not blind by choice, but deftin'd not to fee.
Their fortitude and wisdom were a flame

Celestial, though they knew not whence it came,
Deriv'd from the fame fource of light and grace
That guides the christian in his swifter race;
Their judge was confcience, and her rule their law,
That rule pursued with rev'rence and with awe,
Led them, however fault'ring, faint and flow,
From what they knew, to what they wish'd to know;
But let not him that fhares a brighter day,

Traduce the fplendor of a noon-tide ray,

Prefer the twilight of a darker time,

And deem his bafe ftupidity no crime;

The wretch who flights the bounty of the fkies,

And finks, while favour'd with the means to rife,
Shall find them rated at their full amount,

The good he fcorn'd all carried to account.
Marshalling all his terrors as he came,

Thunder and earthquake and devouring flame,

Froni

From Sinai's top Jehovah gave the law,

Life for obedience, death for ev'ry flaw.

When the great fov'reign would his will exprefs,
He gives a perfect rule; what can he lefs?
And guards it with a fanction as fevere
As vengeance can inflict, or finners fear :
Elfe his own glorious rights he would disclaim,
And man might safely trifle with his name:
He bids him glow with unremitting love
To all on earth, and to himself above;

Condemns th' injurious deed, the fland'rous tongue,
The thought that meditates a brother's wrong;
Brings not alone, the more confpicuous part,
His conduct to the teft, but tries his heart.
Hark! universal nature fhook and groan'd,
'Twas the last trumpet-fee the judge enthron'd:
Roufe all your courage at your utmost need,
Now fummon ev'ry virtue, stand and plead.
What, filent? Is your boasting heard no more?
That felf-renouncing wisdom, learn'd before,

Had fhed immortal glories on your brow,
That all your virtues cannot purchase now.
All joy to the believer! He can fpeak-
Trembling yet happy, confident yet meek.
Since the dear hour that brought me to thy foot,
And cut up all my follies by the root,

I never trufted in an arm but thine,
Nor hop'd, but in thy righteousness divine:
My pray'rs and alms, imperfect and defil'd,
Were but the feeble efforts of a child,
Howe'er perform'd, it was their brightest part,
That they proceeded from a grateful heart :
Cleans'd in thine own all-purifying blood,
Forgive their evil and accept their good;
I caft them at thy feet my only plea
Is what it was, dependence upon thee;
While struggling in the vale of tears below,
That never fail'd, nor fhall it fail me now.
Angelic gratulations rend the fkies,

Pride falls unpitied, never more to rife,

Humility is crown'd, and faith receives the prize.

In England's cafe to move the mufe to tears?

From fide to fide of her delightful isle,
Is the not cloath'd with a perpetual smile?
Can nature add a charm, or art confer

A new found luxury not feen in her?

Where under heav'n is pleasure more pursued,
Or where does cold reflection lefs intrude?
Her fields a rich expanfe of wavy corn
Pour'd out from plenty's overflowing horn
Ambrofial gardens in which art fupplies

The fervor and the force of Indian fkies;
Her peaceful fhores, where bufy commerce waits
Το pour his golden tide through all her gates;
Whom fiery funs that fcorch the ruffet spice
Of eastern groves, and oceans floor'd with ice,
Forbid in vain to pufh his daring way

To darker climes, or climes of brighter day;
Whom the winds waft where'er the billows roll,
From the world's girdle to the frozen pole;
The chariots bounding in her wheel-worn streets,
Her vaults below where ev'ry vintage meets,
Her theatres, her revels, and her sports,
The scenes to which not youth alone reforts,

But age
Still haunts, in hope to dream of youth again,

in fpite of weakness and of pain

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