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Bids at thy will the flack'ning tempeft ceafe,
While the calm ocean fmooths its ruffled face;
When lightnings thro' the air tremendous fly,
Or the blue plague is loofen'd to destroy,
Thy hand directs, or turns afide the stroke;
Thy word the fiend's commiffion can revoke;
When fubterraneous fires the furface heave,
And towns are buried in the yawning grave;
Thou fuffer'ft not the mischief to prevail;
Thy fov'reign touch the recent wound can heal.
To Zembla's rocks thoufend 'ft the cheerful gleam;
O'er Lybia's fands thou pour ft the cooling ftream;
Thy watchful Providence o'er all intends;
Thy works obey their great Creator's ends.
When man too long the paths of vice purfued,
Thy hand prepar'd the univerfal flood;
Gracious, to Noah gave the timely fign,
To fave a remnant from the wrath divine!
One fhining waste the globe terrestrial lay,
And the ark heav'd along the troubled fea;
Thou bad it the deep his ancient bed explore,
The clouds their wat'ry deluge pour'd no more!
The skies were clear'd-the mountain tops were
The dove pacific brought the olive green. [feen,
On Ararat the happy Patriarch toft,
Found the recover'd world his hopes had loft;
There his fond eyes review'd the phafing fcenc,
The earth all verdant, and the air ferene!
Its precious freight the guardian ark difplay'd,
While Noah grateful adoration paid!
Beholding in the many-tinctur'd bow
The promise of a fafer world below.

Why faints and fages, mark'd in ev'ry age,
Perith the victims of tyrannic rage;
Why Socrates for truth and freedom fell,
Or Nero reign'd the delegate of hell?
In vain by reafon is the maze purfued,
Of ill triumphant, and afflicted good.
Fix'd to the hold, fo might the failor aim
To judge the pilot, and the steerage blame,
As we direct to God what should belong,
Or fay, that fov'reign wisdom governs wrong.

Nor always vice does uncorrected go,
Nor virtue unrewarded pass below!
Oft facred Juftice lifts her awful head,
And dooms the tyrant and th' ufurper dead;
Oft Providence, more friendly than fevere,
Arrests the hero in his wild career;
Directs the fever, poniard, or the ball,
By which an Aminon, Charles, or Cæfar fall:
Or, when the curfed Borgias brew the cup
For merit, bids the monsters drink it up;
On violence oft retorts the cruel spear,
Or fetters cunning in its crafty foare;
Relieves the innocent, exalts the juft,
And lays the proud oppreffor in the duft!

But, faft as Time's fwift pinions can convey, Haftens the pomp of that tremendous day, When to the view of all created eyes God's high tribunal shall majestic rise, When the loud trumpet fhall assemble round The dead, reviving at the piercing found! Where men and angels fhall to audit come, And millions yet unborn receive their doom! Then fhall fair Providence, to all difplay'd, Appear divinely bright without a fhade; In light triumphant all her acts be shown, And blufhing Doubt eternal Wildom own!

Mean while, thou great Intelligence fupreme, Sov'reign Director of this mighty frame, Whofe watchful hand, and all-obferving ken, Fashions the hearts, and views the ways of men; Whether thy hand the plenteous table spread, Or measure fparingly the daily bread; Whether or wealth or honours gild the fcene, Or wants deform, and wafting anguish stain; On thee let truth and virtue firm ¡ely, Blefs'd in the care of thy approving cye! Know that thy Providence, their conftant friend, Thro' life fhall guard them, and in death attend; With everlafting arms their caufe embrace, And crown the paths of piety with peace.

When wild ambition rear'd its impious head, And rifing Babel Heav'n with pride furvey'd; Thy word the mighty labour could confound, And leave the mafs to moulder with the ground. From Thee all human actions take their fprings, The rife of empires, and the fall of kings! See the vaft theatre of time difplay'd, While o'er the scene fucceeding heroes tread! With pomp the fhining images fuccced, What leaders triumph! and what monarchs bleed! Perform the parts thy providence affign'd, Their pride, their pallions, to thy ends inclin'd: Awhile they glitter in the face of day, Then at thy nod the phantoms pafs away; No traces left of all the bufy fcene, But that remembrance fays-The things have been! "But(queftions Doubt) whence fickly nature feels "The ague-fits her face fo oft reveals? [breaft? "Whence earthquakes heave the carth's aftonith'd "Whence tempefts rage? or yellow plagues infeft> "Whence draws rank Afric her empoifon'ditore: "Or liquid fires explofive Etna pour?" Go, fceptic mole! demand th' eternal caufe, The fecret of his all-preferving laws; The depths of wifdom infinite explore, And afk thy Maker-why he knows no more? Thy error ftill in moral things as great, As vain to cavil at the ways of fate, To afk why profp'rous vice fo oft fucceeds, Why fuffers innocence, or virtue bleeds? Why monsters, nature muft with blushes own, By crimes grow pow'rful, and disgrace a throne?

IX. GOODNESS.

Ye feraphs, who God's throne encircling fill, With holy zeal your golden cenfers fill; Ye flaming minifters, to diftant lands Who bear, obfequious, his divine commands; Ye cherubs, who compofe the facred choir, Attuning to the voice th' angelic lyre! Or ye, fair natives of the heav'nly plain, Who once were mortal-now a happier train! Who fpend in peaceful love your joyful hours, In blifsful meads and amaranthine bow'rs, Oh lend one fpark of your celestial fire, Oh deign my glowing bofom to nfpire,

And

And aid the Mufe's unexperienc'd wing,
While Goodness, theme divine, the foars to fing!
Tho' all thy attributes, divinely fair,
Thy full perfection, glorious God! declare;
Yet if one beams fuperior to the reft,
Oh let thy goodnefs faireft be confefs'd:
As thines the moon amidst her starry train,
As breathes the rose amongst the flow'ry scene,
As the mild dove her filver plumes difplays,
So theds thy mercy its diftinguifh'd rays.

This led, Creator mild, thy gracious hand, When formless Chaos heard thy high command; When, pleas'd, thy eye thy matchlefs works review'd,

And Goodnets, placid, spoke that all was good!
Nor only does in heav'n thy goodness shine;
Delighted nature feels its warmth divine;
The vital fun's illuminating beam,
The filver crefcent, and the starry gleam,
As day and night alternate they command,
Proclaim that truth to ev'ry diftant land.

See fmiling nature, with thy treasures fair, Confefs thy bounty and parental care; Renew'd by thee, the faithful feafons rife, And earth with plenty all her fons fupplies. The generous lion, and the brinded boar, As nightly thro' the foreft walks they roar, From thee, Almighty Maker, seek their prey, Nor from thy hand unfated go away: To thee for meat the callow ravens cry, Supported by thy all-preferving eye: From thee the feather'd natives of the plain, Or thofe who range the field, or plough the main, Receive with conftant course th' appointed food, And tafte the cup of univerfal good; Thy hand thou open'ft, million'd myriads live; Thou frown'it, they faint; thou fmil'ft, and they On virtue's acre, as on rapine's stores, [revive! See Heav'n impartial deal the fruitful fhow'rs! Life's common bleffings all her children fhare,' Tread the fame earth, and breathe a gen'ral air! Without diftinction boundless bleffings fall, And Goodness, like the fun, enlightens all!

Oh man, degenerate man! offend no more! Go, learn of brutes thy Maker to adore! Shall these thro' ev'ry tribe his bounty own, Of all his works ungrateful thou alone! Deaf when the tuneful voice of mercy cries, And blind when fov'reign Goodnefs charms the eyes!

Mark how the wretch his awful name blafphemes,
His pity fpares-his clemency reclaims!
Obferve his patience with the guilty strive,
And bid the criminal repent and live;
Recal the fugitive with gentle eye,
Befcech the obftinate, he would not die!
Amazing tendernefs-amazing moft,
The foul on whom fuch mercy fhould be loft!
But wouldst thou view the rays of goodness join
In one ftrong point of radiance all divine,
Behold, celeftial Mufe yon eaftern light;
To Bethlem's plain, adoring, bend thy fight !
Hear the glad meffage to the fhepherds giv'n,
"Good-will on earth to man, and peace in heav'n!'

Attend the fwains, purfue the ftarry road,
And hail to earth the Saviour and the God!
Redemption! oh thou beauteous mystic plan !
Thou falutary fource of life to man!
What tongue can fpeak thy comprehenfive grace?
What thought thy depths unfathomable trace ?
When loft in fin our ruin'd nature lay,
When awful juftice claim'd her righteous pay
See the mild Saviour bend his pitying eye,
And ftop the lightning just prepar'd to fly !
(O ftrange effect of unexampled love!)
View him defcend the heav'nly throne above;
Patient, the ills of mortal life endure,
Calm, though revil'd, and innocent, tho' poor!
Uncertain his abode, and coarfe his food,
His life one fair continued fcene of good;
For us fuftain the wrath to man decreed,
The victim of eternal juftice bleed!
Look! to the crofs the Lord of life is tied,
They pierce his hands, and wound his facred fide!
See God expires! our forfeit to atone,
While nature trembles at his parting groan!

Advance, thou hopeless mortal, steel'd in guilt,
Behold, and, if thou canft, forbear to melt!
Shall Jefus die thy freedom to regain,
And wilt thou drag the voluntary chain?
Wilt thou refufe thy kind affent to give,
When dying he looks down to bid thee live!
Perverfe, wilt thou reject the proffer'd good,
Bought with his life, and ftreaming in his blood?
Whofe virtue can thy deepeft crimes efface,
Rc-heal thy nature, and confirm thy peace!
Can all the errors of thy life atone,
And raise thee from a rebel to a fon!

O bleft Redeemer, from thy facred throne, Where faints and angels fing thy triumphs won! (Where from the grave thou rais'd thy glorious

head,

Chain'd to thy car the pow'rs infernal led),
From that exalted height of blifs fupreme,
Look down on thofe who bear thy facred name;
Reftore their ways, infpire them by thy grace,
Thy laws to follow, and thy fteps to trace;
Thy bright example to thy doctrine join,
And by their morals prove their faith divine!

Nor only to thy church confine thy ray, O'er the glad world thy healing light difplay; Fair Sun of Righteousness! in beauty rife, And clear the mifts that cloud the mental skies! To Judah's remnant, now a fcatter'd train, Oh great Meffiah! fhew thy promis'd reign; O'er earth as wide thy faving warmth diffufe, As fpreads the ambient air, or falling dews; And hate the time when, vanquish'd by thy

pow'r,

Death shall expire, and fin defile no more !

X. RECTITUDE.

Hence diftant far, ye fons of earth profane, The loofe, ambitious, covetous, or vain : Ye worms of pow'r! ye minion'd flaves of fiate, The wanton vulgar, and the fordid great! But come, ye purer fouls, from drofs refin'd, The blamelefs heart and uncorrupted mind!

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That all who feel, condemn'd, the dreadful rod,
Shall own that righteous are the ways of God !

Oh then, while penitence can fate difarm,
While ling'ring Juftice yet withholds its arm;
While heav'nly patience grants the precious time,
Let the loft finner think him of his crime;
Immediate, to the feat of mercy fly,

Nor wait to-morrow-left to-night he die!
But tremble, all ye fins of blackeft birth,
Ye giants, that deform the face of earth;
Tremble, ye fons of aggravated guilt,
And, ere too late, let forrow learn to melt;
Remorseless Murder! drop thy hand severe,
And bathe thy bloody weapon with a tear;
Go, Luft impure! converfe with friendly light,
Forfake the manfions of defiling night;
Quit, dark Hypocrify, thy thin difguife,
Nor think to cheat the notice of the skies!
Unfocial Avarice, thy grafp forego,
And bid the useful treasure learn to flow !
Reftore, Injustice, the defrauded gain!
Oppreflion, bend to cafe the captive's chain,
Ere awful Juftice ftrike the fatal blow,
And drive you to the realms of night below!

But Doubt refumes-" If Juftice has decreed
"The punishment proportion'd to the deed;
"Eternal mifery feems too fevere,

Too dread a weight for wretched man to bear! "Too harfh!-that endless torments should repay "The crimes of life-the errors of a day!"

In vain our reafon would prefumptuous pry;
Heav'n's counfels are beyond conception high;
In vain would thought his meafur'd justice scan!
His ways how different from the ways of man!
Too deep for thee his fecrets are to know,
Enquire not, but more wifely fhun the woe;
Warn'd by his threat'nings to his laws attend,
And learn to make Omnipotence thy friend!

Our weaker laws, to gain the purpos'd ends,
Oft pafs the bounds the law-giver intends;
Oft partial pow'r, to ferve its own defign,
Warps from the text, exceeding reafon's line;
Strikes biafs'd at the perfon, not the deed,
And fees the guiltless unprotected bleed!

But Doubt demands-" Why man difpos'd
"this way?

"Why left the dang'rous choice to go aftray?
"If Heav'n that made him did the fault forcfee,
"Thence follows, Heav'n is more to blame than
No-had to good the heart alone inclin'd, [he."
What toil, what prize had virtue been affign'd
From obftacles her nobleft triumphs flow,
Her fpirits languish when she finds no foe!
Man might perhaps have so been happy ftill,
Happy, without the privilege of will,
And just, because his hands were tied from ill!
O wondrous fcheme, to mend th' almighty plan,"
By finking all the dignity of man!

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Yet turn thy eyes, vain fceptic, own thy pride,
And view thy happiness and choice allied;
See virtue from herself her blifs derive,
A blifs, beyond the pow'r of thrones to give;
See vice, of empire and of wealth poffefs'd,
Pine at the heart, and feel herself unbless'd:
And fay, were yet no farther marks affign'd,
Is man ungrateful? or is Heav'n unkind?

"Yes, all the woes from Heav'n permiffive fall,
"The wretch adopts-the wretch improves them
From his wild luft, or his oppreifive deed, [all."
Rapes, battles, murders, facrilege proced;
His wild ambition thins the peopled earth,
Or from his av'rice famine takes her birth;
Had nature giv'n the hero wings to fly,
His pride would lead him to attempt the fky!
To angels make the pigmy's folly known,
And draw ev'n pity from th' eternal throne.

Yet while on earth triumphant vice prevails,
Celestial Justice balances her scales.
With eye unbiafs'd all the fcene furveys,
With hand impartial ev'ry crime the weighs;
Oft clofe purfuing at his trembling heels,
The man of blood her awful prefence feels;
Oft from her arm, amidst the blaze of state,
The regal tyrant, with fuccefs elate,
Is forc'd to leap the precipice of fate!
Or if the villain pafs unpunifh'd here,
'Tis but to make the future ftroke fevere;
For foon or late eternal Justice pays
Mankind the juft defert of all their ways.

'Tis in that awful all-difclofing day,
When high Omnifcience fhall her books difplay;
When Juftice fhall present her strict account,
While Confcience fhall atteft the due amount;

But God alone, with unimpaffion'd fight,
Surveys the nice barrier of wrong and right;
And while fubfervient, as his will ordains,
Obedient nature yields the prefent means;
While neither force nor paffions guide his views,
Ev'n Evil works the purpofe he purfues!
That bitter fpring, the fource of human pain!
Heal'd by his touch, does mineral health contain;
And dark affliction, at his potent rod,
Withdraws its cloud, and brightens into good.
Thus human juftice (far as man can go)
For private fafety ftrikes the dubious blow;
But Rectitude divine, with nobler foul,
Confults each individual in the whole !
Directs the iffues of each moral strife,
And fees creation struggle into life!

And you, ye happier fouls! who in his ways
Obfervant walk, and fing his daily praise;
Ye righteous few! whofe calm unruffled breafts
No fears can darken, and no guilt infefts,

To

To whom his gracious promifes extend,
In whom they centre, and in whom shall end,
Which (blefs'd on that foundation fure who build)
Shall with eternal Juftice be fulfill'd:
Ye fans of life, to whofe glad hope is giv'n
The bright reverfion of approaching heav'n,
With grateful hearts his glorious praife recite,
Whole love from darknefs call'd you out to
So let your picty reflective shine,
As men may thence confefs his truth divine !
And when this mortal veil, as foon it muft,
Shali drop, returning to its native duft;
The work of life with approbation done,
Receive from God your bright immortal crown.

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XI. GLORY.

But oh, advent'rous Mafe, reftrain thy flight,
Dare not the blaze of uncreated light!
Before whole glorious throne with dread furprife
Th' adoring faraph veils his dazzled eyes;
Whole pure effulgence, radiant to excess,
No colours can deferibe, or words exprefs!
All the fair beauties, all the lucid ftores,
Which o'er thy works thy hand refplendent pours,
Fecble, thy brighter glories to difplay,
Pale as the moon before the folar ray!

Cce on his throne the gaudy Perfian plac'd,
In all the pomp of the luxuriant caft!
While mingling gems a borrow'd day unfold,
And the rich purple waves embofs'd with gold;
Yet mark this fcene of painted grandeur yield
To the fair lily that adorns the field!
Obfcur'd, behold that fainter lily lies
By the rich bird's inimitable dyes;
Yet thefe furvey confounded and outdone
By the fuperior lure of the fun;
That fun himself withdraws his leffen'd beam
From Thee, the glorious Author of his frame!
Tranfcendent Pow'r! fole arbiter of fate !
How great thy glory! and thy blifs how great!
To view from thy exalted throne above,

Eternal fource of light, and life, and love!)
Unnumber'd creatures draw their finiling birth,
To blefs the heav'ns, or beautify the earth;
While fyftems roll, obedient to thy view,
'And worlds rejoice-which Newton never knew.
Then raife the fong, the gen'ral anthem raife,
And fweil the concert of eternal praife!
Ali, ye orbs, that form this boundless whole,
Which in the womb of fpace unnumber'd roll;
Ye planets who compofe our leffer scheme,
And bend, concertive, round the folar frame;
Thou eye of nature! whofe extenfive ray
With endless charms adorns the face of day;
Confenting raife th' harmonious joyful found,
And bear his praifes thro' the vaft profound!
His praife, ye winds that fan the cheerful air,
Swift as they pafs along your pinions bear!
His praife let ocean thro' her realms display,
Far as her circling billows can convey!
His praife, ye mifty vapours, wide diffuse,
In rains defcending, or in milder dews!
His praifes whisper, ye majestic trees,
As your tops ruftle to the gentle breeze!

His praife around, ye flow'ry tribes, exhale,
Far as your fweets embalm the fpicy gale!
His praife, ye dimpled ftreams, to earth reveal,
As pleas'd ye murmur through the flow'ry vale!
His praife, ye feather'd choirs, diftinguish'd fing,
As to your notes the vocal forcfts ring!
His praife proclaim, ye monfters of the deep,
Who in the vaft abyfs your revels keep!
Or ye, fair natives of our earthly fcene,
Who range the wilds, or haunt the pasture green!
Nor thou, vain lord of earth, with carclefs ear
The univerfal hyinn of worthip hear!
But ardent in the facred chorus join,
Thy foul tranfported with the tafk divine!
While by his works th' Almighty is confefs'd,
Supremely glorious, and fupremely blefs'd!

Great Lord of life! from whom this humble
Derives the pow'r to fing thy holy name, [frame
Forgive the lowly Mufe, whofe artlefs lay
Has dar'd thy facred Attributes furvey!
Delighted oft thro' nature's beauteous field
Has the ador'd thy Wifdom bright reveal'd;
Oft have her wishes aim'd the fecret fong,
But awful rev'rence ftill withheld her tongue.
Yet as thy bounty lent the reas'ning beam,
As feels my confcious breaft thy vital flame,
So, bleft Creator, let thy fervant pay
His mite of gratitude this feeble way;
Thy Goodnefs own, thy Providence adore,
And yield thee only what was thine before.

$51. The Day of Judgment: a Seatonian PrizePoem. By Dr. GLYNN.

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"HY Juftice, heav'nly King! and that great day,
When Virtue, long abandon'd and forlorn,
Shall raife her penfive head; and Vice, that erft
Rang'd unreprov'd and free, fhall fink appall'd;
I fing advent'rous-But what eye can pierce
The vaft immeafurable realms of space,
O'er which Meffiah drives his flaming car
To that bright region, where enthron'd he fits,
First-born of Heav'n, to judge assembled worlds,
Cloth'd in celeftial radiance? Can the Mufe,
Her feeble wing all damp with earthly dew,
Soar to that bright empyreal, where around
Myriads of angels, God's perpetual choir,
Hymn hallelujahs, and in concert loud'
Chant fongs of triumph to their Maker's praife?-
Yer will I ftrive to fing, albeit unus'd
To tread poetic foil. What though the wiles
Of Fancy me enchanted, ne'er could lure
To rove o'er fairy lands; to fwim the ftreams
That through her valleys wave their mazy way;
Or climb her mountain tops; yet will I raise
My feeble voice to tell what harmony
(Sweet as the music of the rolling fpheres)
Attunes the moral world: that Virtue ftill
May hope her promis'd crown; that Vice may dread
Vengeance, though late; that reas'ning Pride may

Own

Juft, though unfearchable, the ways of Heav'n.
Sceptic whoe'er thou art, who fay'ft the foul,
That divine particle which God's own breath

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Infpir'd

tell,

Infpir'd into the mortal mafs, fhall reft
Annihilate, till Duration has unroll'd
Her never-ending line; tell, if thou know'ft,
Why every nation, every clime, though all
In laws, in rites, in manners difagree,
With one confent expect another world,
Where wickednefs fhall weep? Why Paynim bards
Fabled Elysian plains, Tartarean lakes,
Styx and Cocytus? Tell, why Hali's fons
Have feign'd a paradife of miith and love,
Banquets, and blooming nymphs? Or rather
Why, on the brink of Orellana's stream,
Where never Science rear'd her facred torch,
Th' untutor'd Indian dreams of happier worlds
Behind the cloud-topt hill? Why in each breaft
Is plac'd a friendly mouitor, that prompts,
Informs, directs, encourages, forbids?
Tell, why on unknown evil grief attends,
Or joy on fecret good? Why confcience acts
With tenfold force, when ficknefs, age, or pain
Stands tott'ring on the precipice of death?
Or why fuch horror gnaws the guilty foul
Of dying finners, while the good man fleeps
Peaceful and calm, and with a fmile expires?
Look round the world! with what a partial hand
The fcale of blifs and mis'ty is fuftain'd!
Beneath the fhade of cold obfcurity
Pale Virtue lics; no arm fupports her head,
No friendly voice fpeaks comfort to her foul,
Nor foft-eyed Pity drops a melting tear;
But, in their ftead, Contempt and rude Difdain
Infult the banish'd wanderer: on the goes,
Neglected and forlorn: Difeafe and Cold,
And Famine, worst of ills, her steps attend!
Yet patient, and to Heaven's just will refign'd,
She ne'er is feen to weep, or heard to figh.

Now turn your eyes to yon fweet-fmelling bow'r,
Where; fluth'd with all the infolence of wealth,
Sits pamper'd Vice! For him th' Arabian gale
Breathes forth delicious odours; Gallia's hills
For him pour nectar from the purple vine.
Nor think for thefe he pays the tribute due
To Heav'n: of Heav'n he never names the name,
Save when with imprecations dark and dire
He points his jeft obfcene. Yet buxom Health
Sits on his rofy check; yet Honour gilds
His high exploits; and downy-pinion'd Sleep
Sheds a foft opiate o'er his peaceful couch.

Seeft thou this, righteous Father! feeft thou this, And wilt thou ne'er repay? Shall good and ill Be carried undiftinguith'd to the land Where all things are forgot?-Ah, no! the day Will come, when Virtue from the cloud fhall burit, That long obfcur'd her beams; when Sin fhall fly Back to her native Hell; there fink eclips'd In penal darkness; where nor ftar fhall rife, Nor ever funthine pierce th' impervious gloom.

On that great day the folemn trump fhall found, (That trump which once in heav'n on man's revolt Convok'd th' aftonifh'd feraphs) at whole voice Th'unpeopled graves fhall pour forth all their dead. Then fall th'affembled nations of the earth From ev'ry quarter at the judgment-feat Unite; Egyptians, Babylonians, Greeks,

Parthians; and they who dwelt on Tyber's banks,
Names fam'd of old: or who of later age,
Chinefe and Ruffian, Mexican and Turk,
Tenant the wild terrene; and they who pitch
Their tents on Niger's banks; or, where the fun
Pours on Golconda's fpires his early light,
Drink Ganges' facred ftream. At once shall rife,
Whom diftant ages to each others fight
Had long denied: before the throne fhall kneel
Some great Progenitor, while at his fide
Stand his defcendants through a thousand lines.
Whate'er their nation, and whate'er their rank,
Heroes and patriarchs, flaves and fceptred kings,
With equal eye the God of all fhall fee,
And judge with equal love. What though the
With coftly pomp and aromatic fweets [great
Embalin'd his poor remains; or through the dome
A thoufand tapers fhed their gloomy light,
While folemn organs to his parting foul
Chanted flow orifons? Say, by what mark
Doft thou difcern him from that lowly fwain
Whofe mouldering bones beneath the thorn-bound
Long lay neglected? All at once fhall rife, [turf
But not to equal glory; for, alas!
With howlings dire, and execrations loud,
Some wail their fatal birth.-Firft among these
Behold the mighty murd'rers of mankind:
They who in fport whole kingdoms flew; or they
Who to the tutt'ring pinnacle of power
Waded through feas of blood! How will they curfe
The maduefs of ambition! how lament
Their dear bought laurels; when the widow'd wife
And childless mother at the judgment feat [they
Plead trumpet-tongued against them!-Here are
Who funk an aged father to the grave;
Or with unkindnefs hard, and cold difdain,
Slighted a brother's fuff'rings.-Here are they
Whom fraud and fkilful treachery long fecur'd,
Who from the infant virgin tore her dow'r,
And ate the orphan's bread; who spent their stores
In felfith laxury; or o'er their gold
Proftrate and pale ador'd the ufelefs heap.
Here too who ftain'd the chafte connubial bed!-
Who mix'd the pois'nous bowl;-or broke the ties
Of hofpitable friendship; and the wretch
Whofe liftlefs foul, fick with the cares of life,
Unfummon'd, to the prefence of his God
Rush'd in with infult rude. How would they jog
Once more to vifit earth, and, though oppreis d'
With all that pain and famine can inflict,
Pant up the hill of life? Vain wifh! the Judge
Pronounces doom eternal on their heads,
Perpetual punishment. Seek not to know
Wliat punishment! for that th'Almighty will
Has hid from mortal eyes and fhall vain man
With curious fearch relin'd prefume to pry
Into thy fecrets, Father? No! let him
With humble patience all thy works adore,
And walk in all thy paths; fo fhall his meed
great in heav'n, fo haply fhall he 'fcape
Th'immortal worm and never-ceafing fire.

Be

But who are they, who bound in tenfold chains Stand horribly aghaft? This is that crew Who ftrove to pull Jehovah from his throne,

And

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