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The works of man inherit, as is just,
Their author's frailty, and return to dust;
But truth divine for ever stands secure,
Its head is guarded as its base is sure;
Fix'd in the rolling flood of endless years,
The pillar of th' eternal plan appears,
The raving storm and dashing waves defies,
Built by that architect who built the skies.
Hearts may be found that harbour, at this hour,
That love of Christ and all its quick'ning pow'r;
And lips, unstain'd by folly or by strife,
Whose wisdom drawn from the deep well of life,
Tastes of its healthful origin, and flows
A Jordan for th' ablution of our woes.

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O days of Heav'n, and nights of equal praise,
Serene and peaceful as those heavenly days,

When souls drawn upwards in communion sweet,
Enjoy the stillness of some close retreat,
Discourse, as if releas'd and safe at home,
Of dangers pass'd, and wonders yet to come,
And spread the sacred treasures of the breast
Upon the lap of covenanted rest.

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What, always dreaming over heavenly things,
Like angel heads in stone with pigeon wings è
Canting and whining out all day the word,
And half the night? fanatick and absurd!
Mine be the friend less frequent in his pray'rs,
Who makes no bustle with his soul's affairs,
Whose wit can brighten up a wintry day,
And chase the splenetick dull hours away;
Content on earth in earthly things to shine,
Who waits for Heav'n ere he becomes divine,

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Leaves saints t' enjoy those altitudes they teach, 585
And plucks the fruit plac'd more within his reach.
Well spoken, Advocate of sin and shame,
Known by thy bleating, Ignorance thy name.
Is sparkling wit the world's exclusive right,
The fix'd fee simple of the vain and light?

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Can hopes of Heav'n, bright prospects of an hour,
That come to waft us out of sorrow's pow'r,
Obscure or quench a faculty that finds
Its happiest soil in the serenest minds ?
Religion curbs indeed its wanton play,
And brings the trifler under rig'rous sway,
But gives it usefulness unknown before,
And, purifying, makes it shine the more.
A Christian's wit is inoffensive light,

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A beam that aids, but never grieves the sight;
Vig'rous in age as in the flush of youth,

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'Tis always active on the side of truth:

Temp'rance and peace insure its healthful state,
And make it brightest at its latest date.
Oh I have seen, (nor hope perhaps in vain,
Ere life go down, to see such sights again,)
A vet'ran warriour in the Christian field,

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Who never saw the sword he could not wield;
Grave, without dulness, learned without pride,
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A man that would have foil'd at their own play
A dozen would-be's of the modern day;
Who, when occasion justified its use,
Had wit as bright as ready to produce;
Could fetch from records of an earlier age,
Or from philosophy's enlighten'd page,
His rich materials, and regale your ear
With strains it was a privilege to hear :
Yet above all, his luxury supreme,

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And his chief glory, was the Gospel theme;

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There he was copious as old Greece or Rome,

His happy eloquence seem'd there at home,

Ambitious not to shine or to excel,

But to treat justly what he lov'd so well.

It moves me more perhaps than folly ought,

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When some green heads, as void of wit as thought,
Suppose themselves monopolists of sense,

And wiser men's ability pretence.

Though time still wear us, and we must grow old,
Such men are not forgot as soon as cold,
Their fragrant memory will outlast their tomb,
Embalm'd for ever in its own perfume.
And to say truth, though in its early prime,
And when unstain'd with any grosser crime,
Youth has a sprightliness and fire to boast,
That in the valley of decline are lost,
And Virtue with peculiar charms appears,
Crown'd with the garland of life's blooming years;
Yet age, by long experience well inform'd,
Well read, well temper'd, with religion warm'd,
That fire abated, which impels rash youth,
Proud of his speed to overshoot the truth,
As time improves the grape's authentick juice,
Mellows and makes the speech more fit for use,
And claims a rev'rence in its short'ning day,
That 'tis an honour and a joy to pay.

The fruits of age less fair, are yet more sound,
Than those a brighter season pours around;
And like the stores autumnal suns mature,
Through wintry rigours unimpair'd endure.

What is fanatick phrenzy, scorn'd so much,
And dreaded more than a contagious touch?
I grant it dang'rous, and approve your fear,
That fire is catching if you draw too near;
But sage observers oft mistake the flame,
And give true piety that odious name.
To tremble, (as the creature of an hour
Ought at the view of an almighty pow'r,)
Before his presence, at whose awful throne
All tremble in all worlds, except our own,
To supplicate his mercy, love his ways,
And prize them above pleasure, wealth, or praise,
Though common sense, allow'd a casting voice,
And free from bias, must approve the choice,
Convicts a man fanatick in th' extreme,
And wild as madness in the world's esteem.

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But that disease, when soberly defin'd,
Is the false fire of an o'erheated mind:
It views the truth with a distorted eye,
And either warps or lays it useless by;
'Tis narrow, selfish, arrogant, and draws
Its sordid nourishment from man's applause;
And while at heart sin unrelinquish'd lies,
Presumes itself chief fav'rite of the skies.
"Tis such a light as putrefaction breeds
In fly-blown flesh, whereon the maggot feeds,
Shines in the dark, but usher'd into day,

True bliss, if man may reach it, is compos'd

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The stench remains, the lustre dies away.

Of hearts in union mutually disclos'd:
And, farewell else all hope of pure delight,

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Those hearts should be reclaim'd, renew'd, upright.
Bad men, profaning friendship's hallow'd name,
Form, in its stead, a covenant of shame :

A dark confederacy against the laws

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Of virtue and religion's glorious cause :

They build each other up with dreadful skill,

As bastions set point blank against God's will;
Enlarge and fortify the dread redoubt,

Deeply resolv'd to shut a Saviour out;

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Call legions up from Hell to back the deed,

And, curs'd with conquest, finally succeed.
But souls that carry on a bless'd exchange

Of joys they meet with in their heav'nly range,
And with a fearless confidence make known

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The sorrows sympathy esteems its own,

Daily derive increasing light and force

From such communion in their pleasant course,

Feel less the journey's roughness and its length,

Meet their opposers with united strength,
And, one in heart, in int'rest, and design,

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Gird up each other to the race divine.

But Conversation, choose what theme we may, And chiefly when religion leads the way,

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Should flow like waters after summer show'rs,
Not as if rais'd by mere mechanick pow'rs,
The Christian, in whose soul, though now distress'd,
Lives the dear thought of joys he once possess'd,
When all his glowing language issu'd forth
With God's deep stamp upon its current worth,
Will speak without disguise, and must impart,
Sad as it is, his undissembling heart,
Abhors constraint, and dares not feign a zeal,
Or seem to boast a fire he does not feel.
The song of Sion is a tasteless thing,
Unless, when rising on a joyful wing,

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The soul can mix with the celestial bands,

And give the strain the compass it demands.

Strange tidings these to tell a world who treat

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All but their own experience as deceit !
Will they believe, though credulous enough
To swallow much upon much weaker proof,
That there are bless'd inhabitants on earth,
Partakers of a new ethereal birth,

Their hopes, desires, and purposes estrang'd
From things terrestrial and divinely chang'd,
Their very language of a kind that speaks
The soul's sure int'rest in the good she seeks;
Who deal with Scripture, its importance felt,
As Tully with philosophy once dealt,
And in the silent watches of the night,

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And through the scenes of toil-renewing light,
The social walk, or solitary ride,

Keep still the dear companion at their side?
No-shame upon a self-disgracing age,
God's work may serve an ape upon a stage
With such a jest, as fill'd with hellish glee
Certain invisibles as shrewd as he;

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But veneration or respect finds none,
Save from the subject of that work alone.

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The world grown old, her deep discernment shows,

Claps spectacles on her sagacious nose,

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