Let man, by nobler pafsions fway'd, Spread his tremendous name around, Till heav'n's broad arch rings back the found, Ye whom the charms of grandeur please, Fall proftrate at his throne: Ye princes, rulers, all adore; Praife him, ye kings, who makes your pow'r An image of his own. Ye fair, by nature form'd to move, O praise th' eternal SOURCE OF LOVE, Let age take up the tuneful lay, Sigh his blefs'd -then foar away, name And afk an angel's lyre. SECTION XV. The Univerfal Prayer. FATHER OF ALL! in ev'ry age, In ev'ry clime, ador'd, By faint, by favage, and by fage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! ANON. Thou GREAT FIRST CAUSE, leaft understood, Who all my fenfe confin'd To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myfelf am blind; Yet gave me, in this dark estate, 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 heav'n purfue. What blefsings thy free bounty gives For God is paid, when man receives; Yet not to earth's contracted fpan Let not this weak, unknowing hand If I am right, thy grace impart, If I am wrong, Oh teach my heart Save me alike from foolish pride, Teach me to feel another's woe, This day, be bread and peace my lot: All elfe beneath the fun Thou know'ft if best bestow'd or not, To Thee, whofe temple is all space, One chorus let all being raife! POPE. SECTION ΧΡΙ. Confcience. O treach'rous Confcience! while fhe feems to fleep And her dread diary with horror fills. A watchful foe! the formidable spy, Their doomsday-book from all-confuming heirs; And judgment publish; publish to more worlds SECTION XVII. On an Infant. To THE dark and filent tomb, No delights are worth thy stay, SECTION XVIII. The Cuckoo.. HAIL, beauteous ftranger of the wood, Attendant on the Spring! Now heav'n repairs thy rural feat, And woods thy welcome fing. YOUNG.. Soon as the daify decks the green, I hail the time of flow'rs, When heaven is fill'd with mufic fweet Of birds among the bow'rs. The fchool-boy, wand'ring in the wood, To pull the flow'rs fo gay, Soon as the pea puts on the bloom, An annual gueft, in other lands, Sweet bird! thy bow'r is ever green, Thy fky is ever clear; Thou haft no forrow in thy fong, O could I fly, I'd fly with thee; SECTION XIX. Day. A Paftoral in three Parts MORNING. In the barn the tenant cock, Close to Partlet perch'd on high, Britkly crows, (the fhepherd's clock !) Jocund that the morning's nigh.. |