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Framnes many a purpose, and God varis lore
States thrive or wither as moons Far and a
On the chief strength and glory of the trage,
None bars him out from his most secret til
His anger, who can waste thee with a word,
Strikes the rough thread of crrour right stana
That in dels may prove their title good
And in whose awful sight all nations seem
As grasshoppers, as dust, a drop, a dream?
Hast thou (a sacrilege his soul abhors)
Claim'd all the glory of thy prosp'rous wars ?
Proud of thy feets and armies, stol'n the gem
Oi his just praise, to lavish it on them?
Hast thou not learn'd, what thou art often told,
A truth still sacred, and believ'd of old,
That no success attends on spears and swords
Uablest, and that the battle is the Lord's ?
That courage is his creature; and dismay
The post, that at his bidding speeds away,
Ghastly in feature, and his stamm'ring tongue
With doleful humour and sad presage hung,
To quell the valour of the stoutest heart,
And teach the combatant a woman's part?
That he bids thousands fly when none pursue,
Saves as he will by many or by few,
Aed claims for ever, as his royal right,
Th'erent and sure decision of the fight?
Hast thou, though suckled at fair Freedom's
Esported slav'ry to the conquer'd East?
Pall'd down the tyrantz India serv'd with dread,
And rais'd thyself, a greater, in their stead?
Gode thither arm'd and hungry, return'd full,
Fed from the richest veins of the mogul,
A despot big with pow'r obtain'd by wealth,
And that cblain'd by rapine and by stealth?
With Asiatic vices stord thy mind,
Bat left their virtues and thine own behind?
And, having truck'd thy soul, brought home the fee,
To tempt the poor to sell himself to thee?
Hast thou by statute shov'd from its design
The Saviour's feast, his own blest bread and wide,
And made the symbols of atoniog grace
Aa office-key, a picklock to a place,
By an oath dipp'd in sacramental blood?
War lays a burden on the reeding state,
And peace does nothing to relieve the reput
Successive loads succeding brols are
And sighing millious prophesy the chosen
Is adverse Providence, wien penderit Rex
So dimly writ, or difficult to spedi,
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Providence adverse ip erents like these?
Know then that bear’aly wisdon at this bus
Creates, gires birth to, guides
, come3* |
That, while laborious and quick toured tis
Snutt's up the praise of wihat be seems to
He first conceives, then perfects his dress
As a mere instrument in hands dirige:
Blind to the working of that secret pari,
That balances the wings of es'ry diour,
The busy trider dreams himself alone,
Eyn as his will and his decrees ordais;
While bodour, virtue, piety bear svar,
They flourish; and as these declib?, decap:
In just reseatment of his injur'd lari,
Ile pours contempt on them and on that can
The web of ev'ry scheme they have at beart, bids rottenness invade and brog to desi The pillars of support, in wrich they trost, Aud do his erraad of disgrace and share
None ever yet impeded what he wrougit,
Darkness itself beore his eye is light,
And Hell's close mischief naked in his sight
Stand now and judge thyself-Hlast 6:31
Who poises and proportions sea and land,
Weighing them in the bollow of his card,
tea traduce, because he can
lii, a tota :
peld in play, or in the dark;
LASER Gerais a public fot,
Reler rintaa puide the blos.
da letterhood, devout, sincere,
gifterest and ambition clear,
allekts, servility their scorn,
Wade, espostulate, and earn,
pute, and it's thes from abort, Bhas resurid
by meal and love,
af en Moses, and will
wa kipe's presence Paul,
Tell's contaminating tousti,
welbekend:-wre thise sach?
han with Ek's spirit blest,
Fineas muy describe the rest.
Maala teacher look, in days like these,
ad beats, that he can hope to please?
Sess--the simple wad the plaja
perhaps this salutary strau
gatie, apt to learn
Be wote, will listen and returi.
El the poorest of the Block
Ne ne teir faces as a rock
C'Eveil'd her blushing cheek, look'd on, and smil'd;
And prais'd the wrath, that laid her beauties waste.
The man that dares traduce, because he can
Hast thou, with beart perverse and GERENCE
Det to be pierc'd in play, or in the dark;
Bat public censure speaks a public foe,
Celess a zeal for virtue guide the blow.
The priestly brotherhood, devout, sincere,
Presibean self-int'rest and ambition clear,
Ter bope in Heav'n, servility their scorn,
Proopt to persuade, expostalate, and warn,
Their wisdom pure, and giv'n them from above,
e usefulness ensur'd by zeal and love,
A peek as the man Moses, and withal
As told as in Agrippa's presence Paul,
Sald By the World's contaminating touch,
Lacept a few with Eli's spirit blest,
and unpolluted:- are thine such?
Irelani and Phineas may describe the rest.
Where shall a teacher look, in days like these,
le cars and hearts, that he can hope to please?
wolk to the poor-the simple and the plain
wil hear perhaps thy salutary strain :
Humility is gentle, apt to learn,
ak but the word, will listen and return, kles, not so! the poorest of the flock
e proud, and set their faces as a rock;
A blot that will be still a blot, in epite Think on the fruitful and well-water'd spot,
Of all that grace apologisk mat srite;
That fed the flocks and herds of wealthy Lot,
And though a bishop toil to cleanse the stais, Where Paradise seem'd still vouchsafd on Earth,
Ile wipes and scours the silver cap ia mu? Burning and scorch'd into perpetual dearth,
And hast thou spore on er'ry slight precies ht, in his words who damnd the base desire,
Till perjuries are common as bad pear Saf'ring the vengeance of eternal fire:
While thousands, careless of the dama Thea Nature injurd, scandaliz'd, defild,
Kiss the book's outside, who ne'er don't miste
Hast thou, wheo Hear's has clota'id tehti beheld with joy the lovely scene defac'd,
And long pravok'd, sepaid thee to the fact, Far be the thought from any verse of mine,
(For thou hast known eclipses
, and eaders And farther still the form'd and fix'd design,
Dinness and anguish, all thy beams obxcurd, To thrust the charge of deeds, that I detest,
Wheo sin has shed dishonour op thy brot;
Apsinst an innocent unconscious breast:
And never of a sadler bue than Dow)
With safety to himself, is not a man:
An individual is a sacred mark,
Despising all rebuke, still persever'd,
And having chosen eril, scorn'd the conce
That cried, Repent!~and gloried in tby chox
Thy fastings, when calamity at last
Suggests ta' expedient of a yearly fast,
What mean they? Canst thou drewn there si
In lighter diet at a later hour,
To charm to sleep the threat'ving of the skies
And hide past folly from all-seeing eyes!
The fast, that wins deliv'rance, and sustad
The stroke, that a viudictive God intends,
Is to renounce hyperisy; to draw
Thy life upon the pattern of the law;
To war with pleasure, idolix'd before;
To vanquish lust, and wear it's yoke no marts
All fasting else, whate'er be the pretence,
is wooing mercy by redevrid offence.
Hast thou withiu the sin, that in old time
Brougat fire from Hear'n, the ser-abusing erit;
those borrid perpetration stamps disgrace,
Faboons are free from, upon busnak suce?
Indition, now decrepit abd worn out,
Toden and Thor, cach tott'ring in his shrine,
Now borne upon the wings al truth,
been rais'd a cloud, that darken'd ev'ry land;
And Danish howlings scar'd thee as they are
idea priests with bulis and briefs, and shared Thy bones not fashion'd, and thy joins 20 kod gripiog fists, and unrelenting frowns,
Legates and delegates with pow'rs from liell,
Though hear'uly in pretension, fleec'd thee well; Though twice a Cæsar could not bead to
And to this hour, to keep it fresh in mind, When the Sun's shalts disperse the gloop om te twigs of that old scourge are left behind,.
Tag soldiery, the Pope's well-manag'd pack,
Were train'd beneath his lash, and knew the spack, How much the country to the congu'rur oft
18, shen he laid thein on the scent of blood,
ald hunt a Saracen through fire and flood. Larish of life, to win an empty lomb,
Tatpor'd a mint of wealth, a mine to Rome, Taught thee to clothe thy piokd and paistes de ley left their bones beneath unfriendly skies,
is worthless absolution all the prize.
Taon wast the veriest slave in days of yore,
Fremselves the slaves of bigotry or lust,
dain'd thy counsels, only in distress
Trand thee a goodly sponge for Pow'r to press,
Hy chiefs, the lords of many à petty fee,
Prorok'd and harass'd, in return plagu'd thee; Wes form'd to liarden bearts and shock tbc it! Thy Druids struck the well-bung harps they ar?
Which may be found at Doctors' Commons.
Denied that earthly opulence zbey ebonto
And while the victim slowly bled to death,
God's better gitt they scarf at sad retare. Epoo the rolling cliords rung out his dying breath.
The rich, the produce of a dobler sida,
Who brought the lamp, that with awaking beams
Disce l'd thy gloom, and broke away thy dreums,
Are more intelligeat at least, try then.
On vaip inquiry! they without remarse
Rastler of ancient fables, leaves a doubt:
Are altogether gode a denous coule;
When ber k'ning Pleasure leads them, altsplestill light reach'd thee; and those gods of
Hare burst the bands, and cast tbe fake if
Tell broken and defac'd at his own door,
Review thy din original and prime.
As Dagon in Philistia long before.
This island, spot of unreclaim'd rude earth
But Rome with sorceries and magic wand
The cradle that receiv'd thee at the birth
Was rocked by many a rough Norwegian dili
And thine was smother'd in the stench and fog
6 Tiber's marshes and the papal bog.
For thou wast born amid the dia ei artis
And suck'd a breast that paated with aless
While yet thou wast a grov'ling puling costs
The Roman caught thy stubborn kaet da bers
His victory was that of orient light,
Ths language at this distant moment sa
Expressive, energetic, and retia'd,
It sparkles with the gerns he lett bebiad:
He brought thy land a blessing when he came
He found thee savage, and àe lett thee tase
And grace thy figure with a soldicr's pride,
He sou'd the seeds of order where he weak
Improv'd thee far beyond his own intent,
Bal ever dragg'd a chain or tugg'd an oar;
I'y magarchs arbitrary, fierce, unjust,
And, while he ruld thee by the sword alotes
Made thee at last a warrior like his own.
Religion, if in beav'nly truths allir'd,
Needs only to be seen to be admir'd;
But thine, as dark as witch'ries of the night
. With fingers deeply dyed in human fore;