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Without thy aid, in vain the polės,
In vain the Zodiac system rolls,
In vain the lunar sphere.

Come, faireft princefs of the throng,
Bring fwift Philosophy along
In metaphyfic dreams;

While raptur'd bards no more behold

A vernal

age of purer gold,

In Heliconian streams.

SWIFT.

THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

I

FATHER of all in every age,

In ev'ry clime ador'd,

By faint, by favage, and by fage,

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

Thou great Firft Caufe, leaft understood;

Who all my fenfe confin'd

To know but this, that thou art good,

And that myself am blind;

Yet gave me, in this dark eftate,

To fee the good from ill;

And, binding Nature faft in Fate,

Left free the human will.

What Confcience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do,

This teach me more than hell to fhun, That more than heaven purfue.

What bleffings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not caft away,

For God is paid when man receives-
T'enjoy is to obey.

Yet not to earth's contracted fpan
Thy goodness let me bound,

Or think thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round.

Let not this weak unknowing hand
Prefume thy bolts to throw,
And deal damnation round the land,
On each I judge thy foe.

If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay :

If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart

To find that better way!

Save me alike from foolish pride,

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Or impious difcontent,

At aught thy wifdom has deny'd,
Or aught thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I fee;

That mercy I to others fhew,
That mercy fhew to me.

Mean tho' I am, not wholly fo,
Since quicken'd by thy breath;

O, lead me wherefoe'er I go,
Thro' this day's life or death.

This day, be bread and peace my lot;

All elfe beneath the fun,

Thou know'ft if best bestow'd or not,
And let thy will be done :

To thee whofe temple is all space,
Whofe altar, earth, fea, skies!

One chorus let all beings raise!
All Nature's incense rise !

POPE..

THE WAY TO HAPPINESS.

HOW long, ye miserable blind,
Shall idle dreams engage your mind;
How long the Paffions make their flight
At empty fhadows of delight?

No

more in paths of error stray,
The Lord thy Jefus is the way,
The fpring of happiness, and where
Should men feek happiness, but there!

Then run to meet him at

your need, Run with boldness, run with speed,

For he forfook his own abode

To meet thee more than half the road.
He laid aside his radiant crown,

And love for mankind brought him down
To thirst and hunger, pain and woe,
To wounds, to death itself below;
And he, that fuffer'd thefe alone
For all the world, defpifes none.
To bid the foul, that's fick, be clean,
To bring the loft fo life again ;·
To comfort those that grieve for ill,
Is his peculiar goodness still.

And, as the thoughts of parents run
Upon dear and only fon,

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So kind a love his mercies fhew,
So kind, and more extremely fo.
Thrice happy men! (or find a phrafe

That speaks your blifs with greater graise)
Who mofl obedient to thy call,

Leaving pleafures, leaving all,

With heart, with foul, with ftrength incline,
O sweetest Jefu! to be thine.

Who know thy will, obferve thy ways,
And in thy fervice fpend their days:
Ev'n death, that feems to fet them free,
But bring them clofer ftill to thee.

PARNELL.

RESIGNATION.

O GOD, whose thunders shake the sky,
Whofe eye this atom globe furveys;

To thee, my only rock, I fly,
Thy mercy in thy justice praise.

Thy myftic mazes of thy will,

The fhadows of celestial light, Are paft the power of human fkill

But what th' Eternal acts is right.

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