Or fertile only in its own disgrace, 770 The garden fears no blight, and needs no fence, The lion, and the libbard, and the bear, Graze with the fearless flocks; all bask at noon Together, or all gambol in the shade 775 Of the same grove, and drink one common stream; Antipathies are none. No foe to man Lurks in the serpent now; the mother sees, And smiles to see, her infant's playful hand Stretch'd forth to dally with the crested worm,.. 780 To stroke his azure neck, or to receive The lambent homage of his arrowy tongue. All creatures worship man, and all mankind One Lord, one Father. Errour has no place; That creeping pestilence is driv'n away; 785 The breath of Heav'n has chas'd it. In the heart No passion touches a discordant string, But all is harmony and love. Disease Is not: the pure and uncontaminate blood Holds its due course, nor fears the frost of age. 790 795 800 And endless her increase. Thy rams are there 805 And in her streets, and in her spacious courts 810 815 Saw never, such as Heav'n stoops down to see. Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor❜d. 820 So God has greatly purpos'd; who would else (A sight to which our eyes are strangers yet) How pleasant in itself what pleases him. Here ev'ry drop of honey hides a sting: Worms wind themselves into our sweetest flow'rs 825 830 835 *Nebaioth and Kedar, the sons of Ishmael, and progenitors of the Arabs in the prophetick Scripture here alluded to, may be reasonably considered as representatives of the Gentiles at large. 13 1 Custom and prejudice shall bear no sway, 840 Nor Cunning justify the proud man's wrong, 845 Where he that fills an office, shall esteem Th' occasion it presents of doing good More than the perquisite: where Law shall speak And Equity; not jealous more to guard 850 A worthless form than to decide aright: 855 Come, then, and, added to thy many crowns, Receive yet one, the crown of all the earth, Thou who alone art worthy! It was thine By ancient covenant, ere Nature's birth; And thou hast made it thine by purchase since; V And o'erpaid its value with thy blood. 860 Thy saints proclaim thee king; and in their hearts Thy title is engraven with a pen Dipp'd in the fountain of eternal love. Thy saints proclaim thee king; and thy delay Gives courage to their foes, who, could they see 865 The dawn of thy last advent, long desir'd, Would creep into the bowels of the hills, And flee for safety to the falling rocks. The very spirit of the world is tir'd Of its own taunting question, ask'd so long, 870 "Where is the promise of your Lord's approach?" The infidel has shot his bolts away, Till his exhausted quiver yielding none, He gleans the blunted shafts, that have recoil'd, 875 The veil is rent, rent too by priestly hands, As useless, to the moles and to the bats. They now are deem'd the faithful, and are prais'd, 880 Who, constant only in rejecting Thee, Deny thy Godhead with a martyr's zeal, And quit their office for their errour's sake. Blind and in love with darkness! yet ejen these 885 So fares thy church. But how thy church may fare The world takes little thought. Who will may preach, 890 894 With Conscience and with Thee. Lust in their hearts, And mischief in their hands, they roam the earth To prey upon each other; stubborn, fierce, High-minded, foaming out their own disgrace. 900 Exhibit every lineament of these. Come, then, and, added to thy many crowns, 905 He is the happy man, whose life e'en now Shows somewhat of that happier life to come; Who, doom'd to an obscure but tranquil state, Is pleas'd with it, and, were he free to choose, Would make his fate his choice; whom peace, the fruit Of virtue, and whom virtue, fruit of faith, Prepare for happiness; bespeak him one Content indeed to sojourn while he must 911 Below the skies, but having there his home. Though more sublimely, he o'erlooks the World. 915 920 Therefore in contemplation is his bliss, Whose pow'r is such, that whom she lifts from earth She makes familiar with a Heav'n unseen, 926 And shows him glories yet to be reveal'd. 930 Ask him, indeed, what trophies he has rais'd, His warfare is within. There, unfatigu'd, 935 And there obtains fresh triumphs o'er himself, And never-with'ring wreaths, compar'd with which, The laurels that a Cæsar reaps are weeds. Perhaps the self-approving, haughty world, 940 That as she sweeps him with her whistling silks Scarce deigns to notice him, or if she see, Deems him a cipher in the works of God, 945 950 |