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Rouse all your courage at your utmost need ;
All joy to the believer! He can speak
Since the dear hour that brought me to thy foot, And cut up all my follies by the root, I never trusted in an arm but thine, Nor hop'd, but in thy righteousness divine : My prayers and alms, imperfect and defild, Were but the feeble efforts of a child ; Howe'er perform’d, it was their brightest part, That they proceeded from a grateful heart : Cleans'd in thine own all-purifying blood, Forgive their evil, and accept their good. I cast them at thy feet-my only plea
Is what it was dependence upon thee : While struggling in the vale of tears below, That never fail'd, nor shall it fail me now.
Angelic gratulations rend the skies : Pride falls unpitied, never more to rise ; Humility is crown'd ; and faith receives the prize. J EXPOSTULATION.
Tantane, tam patiens, nullo certamine tolli
W HY weeps the muse for England ? What appears In England's case to move the muse to tears ? From side to side of her delightful isle Is she not cloth'd with a perpetual smile? Can nature add a charm, or art confer A new-found luxury, not seen in her ? Where under heaven, is pleasure more pursued ? Or where does cold reflection less intrude ? Her fields a rich expanse of wavy corn, Pour'd out from plenty's overflowing horn ; Ambrosial gardens, in which art supplies The fervour and the force of Indian skies; Her peaceful shores, where busy commerce waits To pour his golden tide through all her gates ; Whom fiery suns, that scorch the russet spice Of eastern groves, and oceans foor'd with ice, Forbid, in vain, to push his daring way To darker climes, or climes of brighter day ; Whom the winds waft where'er the billows roll, From the world's girdle to the frozen pole ;
The chariots, bounding on her wheel-worn streets;
The prophet wept for Israel ; wish'd his eyes
Curl'd, scented, furbelow'd, and founc'd around,
They stretch'd the neck, and roll'd the wanton eye;
He saw his people slaves to every lust, Lewd, avaricious, arrogant, unjust; He heard the wheels of an avenging God Groan heavily along the distant road; Saw Babylon set wide her two-leav'd brass To let the military deluge pass ! Jerusalem.a prey, her glory soil'd, Her princes captive, and her treasure spoil'd; Wept till all Israel heard his bitter cry; Stamp'd with his foot ; and smote upon his thigh: But wept, and stamp'd, and smote his thigh in vain Pleasure is deaf when told of future pain, And sounds prophetic are too rough to suit Ears long accustom'd to the pleasing luteThey scorn'd his inspiration and his theme : Pronounc'd him frantic, and his fears a dream ; With self-indulgence wing'd the fleeting hours, Till the foe found them, and down fell the towers.
Long time Assyria bound them in her chain ;
And had the grace, in scenes of peace, to show
When he that rul'd them with a shepherd's rod, In form a man, in dignity a God, Came, not expected in that humble guise, To sift and search them with unerring eyes, He found, conceal'd beneath a fair outside, The filth of rottenness and worm of pride ; Their piety a system of deceit, Scripture employ'd to sanctify the cheat ; The pharisee the dupe of his own art, Self-idoliz'd, and yet a knave at heart !
When nations are to perish in their sins; 'Tis in the church the leprosy begins. The priest, whose office is, with zeal sincere, To watch the fountain and preserve it clear, Carelessly nods and sleeps upon the brink, While others poison what the flock must drink; Or, waking at the call of lust alone, Infuses lies and errors of his own. His unsuspecting sheep believe it pure; And, tainted by the very means of cure, Catch from each other a contagious spot, The foul forerunner of a general rot.