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His hours no longer pass unmark'd away,
A dark importance saddens ev'ry day;
He hears the notice of the clock perplex'd, 700
And cries, Perhaps eternity strikes next ;
Sweet musick is no longer musick here,
And laughter sounds like madness in his ear ;
His grief the world of all her pow'r disarms,
Wine has no taste, and beauty has no charms; 705
God's holy word, once trivial in his view,
Now by the voice of his experience true,
Seems, as it is, the fountain whence alone
Must spring that hope he pants to make his own.

Now let the bright reverse be known abroad; 710 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 mispent years ;

715 If chance, on heavy pinions slowly borne, A tempest usher in the dreaded morn, Upon his dungeon walls the lightnings pay, The thunder seems to summon him away, The warder at the door his key applies,

120 Shoots back the bolt, and all his courage dies. If then, just then, all thoughts of mercy lost, When hope, 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; 725 A transport glows in all he looks and speaks, And the first thankful tears bedew his cheeks. „Joy, far superiour joy, that much outweighs The comfort of a few poor added days, Invades, possesses, and o'erwhelms the soul

730 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 kirgs; 'Tis more-'tis God diffus'd through ev'ry part, 'Tis God himself triumphant in his hcart.

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welcome now the Sun's once hated light His noonday beams were never half so bright. Not kindred minds alone are call’d t' employ Their hours, their days, in list’ning to his joy ; Unconscious nature all that he surveys,

740 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 :

745 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, 751 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,) 755 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,

760 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 ; No shining ornaments have they to seek ;

765 Nor labour they, nor time, nor talents waste, In sorting flow’rs to suit a fickle taste ; But while they speak the wisdom of the skies, Which art can only darken and disguise, Th’ abundant harvest, recompense divine,

770 Repays their work-the gleaning only mine.

CHARITY.

Quo nihil majus meliuste terris
Fata donavere, bonique divi ;
Nec dabunt, quamvis redeant in aurum
Tempora priscum.

Hor. lib. iv. Od. 2.

FAIREST and foremost of the train, that wait
On man's most dignified and happiest state,
Whether we name thee Charity or Love,
Chief grace below, and all in all above,
Prosper, (I press thee with a pow'rful plea,)

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A task I venture on, impellid by thee :
O never seen but in thy bless'd effects,
Or felt but in the soul that Heav'n selects;
Who seeks to praise thee, and to make thee known
To other hearts, must have thee in his own. 10
Come, prompt me with benevolent desires,
Teach me to kindle at thy gentle fires,
And though disgrac'd and slighted, to redeem
A poet's name, by making thee the theme.
God, working ever on a social plan,

15 Ry various ties attaches man to man: He made at first, though free and unconfin’d, One man the common father of the kind ; That ev'ry tribe, though plac'd as he sees best, Where seas or deserts part them from the rest, 20

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Diff'ring in language, manners, or in face,
Might feel themselves allied to all the race.
When Cook-lamented, and with tears as just
As ever mingled with heroick dust,
Steer'd Britain's oak into a world unknown,
And in his country's glory sought his own,
Wherever he found man, to nature true,
The rights of man were sacred in his view;
He sooth'd with gifts, and greeted with a smile,
The simple native of the new-found isle ;

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He spurn’d the wretch that slighted or withstood
The tender argument of kindred blood,
Nor would endure that any should control
His freeborn brethren of the southern pole.

But though some nobler minds a law respecty 35 That none shall with impunity neglect, In baser souls unnumber'd evils meet, To thwart its influence and its end defeat. While Cook is lov’d for savage lives he sav’d, See Cortez odious for a world enslav'd!

40 Where wast thou then, sweet Charity! where then Thou tutelary friend of helpless men; Wast thou in monkish cells and nunn'ries found, Or building hospitals on English ground ? No.—Mammon makes the world his legatee 45 Through fear, not love : and Heav'n abhors the fee: Wherever found, (and all men need thy care,) Nor age nor infancy could find thee there. The hand that slew till it could slay no more, Was glued to the sword hilt with Indian gore.

50 Their prince, as justly seated on his throne, As vain imperial Philip on his own, Trick'd out of all his royalty by art, That stripp'd him bare, and broke his honest heart, Died by the sentence of a shaven priest,

55 For scorning what they taught him to detest. How dark the veil that intercepts the blaze Of Heav'n's mysterious purposes and ways";

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God stood not, though he seem'd to stand, aloof;
And at this hour the conqu’ror feels the proof;
The wreath he won drew down an instant curse,
The fretting plague is in the publick purse,
The canker'd spoil.corrodes the pining state,
Starv'd by that indolence their mines create.

O could their ancient Incas rise again,
How would they take up Israel's taunting strain !
Art thou too fall'n, Iberia ? Do we see
The robber and the murderer weak as we?
Thou, that hast wasted earth, and dar'd despise
Alike the wrath and mercy of the skies,
Thy pomp is in the grave, thy glory laid
Low in the pits thine avarice has made.
We come with joy from our eternal rest,
To see th’ oppressor in his turn oppress’d.
Art thou the god, the thunder of whose hand
Roll’d over all our desolated land,
Shook principalities and kingdoms down,
And made the mountains tremble at his frown?
The sword shall light upon thy boasted pow'rs,
And waste them, as thy sword has wasted ours.
"Tis thus Omnipotcnce his law fulfils,
And Vengeance executes what Justice wills.

Again—the band of commerce was design'd
T'associate all the branches of mankind;
And if a boundless plenty be the robe,
Trade is the golden girdle of the globe.
Wise to promote whatever end he means,
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fruitful nature's various scenes :
Each climate needs what other climes produce,
And offers something to the gen’ral use ;
No land but listens to the common call,
And in return receives supply from all.
This genial intercourse, and mutual aid,
Cheers what were else a universal shade,
Calls nature from her ivy-mantled den,
And softens human rock-work into men.

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