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Because the deed, by which his love to
Love is not pedlar's trump'ry bought and sa
That man will freely take an opbought his
To place you where his saints his presence
la terms as plaig, Hinsell has shut the rest

The sanguinary schemes, that some devise,

Bat oh the strife, the bick'ring, and debate,
The tidings of unpurchas'd Heav'n create !
The flirted fau, the bridle, and the toss,
All speakers, yet all language at a loss.
From stucco'd walls smart arguments rebound;
And beaus, adept in ev'ry thing profound,
Die of disdain, or whistl: off the sound.
Such is the clamour of rooks, daws, and kites,
Th'explosion of the levell’d tube excites,
Where mould'ring abbey.walls o'erhang the glade,
And oaks coeval spread a mournful shade,
The screaming nations, hov'ring in mid air,
Loudly resent the stranger's freedom there,
And seem to warn him never to repeat
His bold intrusion on their dark retreat.
Adieu, Vinosa cries, ere yet he sips
The purple bumper trembling at his lips,
Adicu to all morality! if Grace
Mike works a vain ingredient in the case.
The Christian hope is Waiter, draw the cork-
If I mistake not-Blockbead ! 'with a fork!
Without good works, whatever some may boast,
Mere folly and delusion-Sir, your toast.
My firm persuasion is, at least sometimes,
That Heav'n will weigh man's virtues and his crimes
With nice attention, in a righteous scale,
And save or damn as these or those prevail.
I plant my foot upon this ground of trust,
And silence ev'ry fear with-God is just.
But if perchance on some dull drizzling day
A thought intrude, that says, or seems to say,
If thus th' important cause is to be tried,
Suppose the beam should dip on the wrong side ;
1 8000 recover from these needless frights,
And God is merciful-sets all to rights.
Thas between justice, as my prime support,
And mercy, fled to as the last resort,
I glide and steal along with leav'n in view,
And,--pardon mne, the bottle stands with you.
I never will believe, the Colonel cries,

Ethelred's house, the centre of et raps
Diverging each from each, like food. 7/3,
Himself as bountiful as April russ,
Lord paramount of the surrouoco: plais,
Would give roliet of bed and found to 40
But guests that sought it in ti apparent
And they might enter at his opea dzer,
Evin till bis spacious hall would beis
He sent a servant forth ty erry rose
To sound his horn, and publish it already
That all might mark-knight, Denisi, biet '
An ordnance it concern'd then euc
If after all some headstrong dardi keer
Would disobey, though sure to be shot hehe
Could be with reasou murmurat tas case,
Himself sole author of bis own diserat
No! the decree was just and without it
And he, that made, had right to Date, the
His sov'reigo pow'r and pleasure baresimas
The wrong was his, who wrongfully conside

Yet hali magkind maintaio a churise 3
With Him, the Donor of eternal life,

The largess he bestows, prescribes the 1293
Compliance with his will your lot easures
Accept it only, and the boon is yours.
And sure it is as kind to smile and give,
As with a frown to say, Do this, and ...

He will give freely, or he will withheld ;
His soul abbors a mercenary tbougii,
And him as deeply who abhors it ust;
He stipulates indeed, but merely this

Will trust him for a faithful gen'roas para
Nor set a price upon a willing heart.
Of all the ways that seem to promise fal.

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The Moravian Missionaries in Greenland. See

Tilere busy arts are never at a stand;

brags many a precious pearl of truth to light;
With nothing here that wants to be coctel

Bet speaks with plaindess, art could never mend,
Teat simplest minds can zoonest comprehend.
Gad gives the word, the preachers throng around,
That sound bespeaks Salvation on her way,
And still it spreads. See Germany send forth
Her sons to pour it on the farthest north:

And diffring judgments serve but to declare,
That truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where.
Oi all it erer was my lot to read,
Of critics now alive, or long since dead,
The book of all the world that charm'd me most

, selladay, the titlepage was lost;
The writer well remarks, a heart that knows
To zake with gratitude what Heav'n bestows,
With prudence always ready at our call,
To guide our use of it, is all in all,
Doubtless it is.-To which, of my owa store,
I saperadd a few essentials more;
Bat these, excuse the liberty I take,
Irave just now, for conversation's sake.
{poke like an oracle, they all exclaim,
dad add Right Rev'rend to Smug's honour'd name.
And yet our lot is giv'n us in a land,
Pitera Science points her telescopic eye,
Feziliar with the wonders of the sky;
S'bere bold Inquiry, divisg out of sight,
Where nought eludes the persevering quest
Tzat fashion, taste, or luxury, suggest.
But above all in her own light array'd,
See Mercy's grand apocalypse display’d!
The sacred book no longer suffers wrong,
brand in the fetters of an unknown tongue;
Live from his lips, and spread the glorious sound :
The trumpet of a life-restoring day;
"Ts heard where England's eastern glory shines,
And in the gulfs of her Cornubian mides.

Who make the good Creatar ca their place
A being of less equity than mäa.
If appetite, or what disides tall ist,
Which men comply with, es'n beteres en
Be punish'd with perdition, vido in pete
Then theirs, no doubt, as sell us Di, .
If sentence of eternal pain heldag
To ev'ry sudder slip and transient ,
Then Heav'o enjoins the tallible and me
A hopeless task, and damas then it certa
My creed (whatever scine creed-aakt os
By Athanasian nonsense, or Nicent -
My creed is, he is sale, that does his besc
And death's a doon sufficient for the rest

Right, says an epsigt; and for sale is
Your faith and mine sutstantially agree :
The best of ev'ry maur's perforcicoe bett
Is to discharge the duties of his spheti.
A lawyer's dealings should be just and
Honesty shines with great advastage tiert
Fasting and pray'r sit well upon a prise
A decent caution and reserve at least
A soldier's best is courage in the bed,

Manly deportment, gallant, easy, gas;
A hand as lib'ral as the light of day.
The soldier thus endow'd, who never shriek
Nor closets up his thoughts, whate'er de toutes
Who scoras to do an injury by stealth,
Just go to Heav'n-and I must drick bis bras
Sir smug, he cries, (for lowest at the board

, Just made tifth chaplain of bis patroa lord

, His shoulders witnessing by many a storag, How much his feelings suffer d, sat Sir Smeg Your office is to window faise from true; Come, prophet, drink, and tell us, what think wat

Sighing and smiling as he takes his glass, Fhich they that woo preferment rarely pass allible man, the churchbred youth replies,

still found fallible, however wise ;



Yet Truth is yours, remote, uneored Ne!

Here see th' encouragement Grace gives to

What were they? what some fools are roaden
They were by Dature, atheists, head and heart

Was too refin'd for them, beyond their reach


Fir'd with a real peculiar, tåly defy
The rage and rigour of a polarsty,
And piant successfully sweet Sure's FB2
On icy plains, and in eternal 4980s.

o blest within th' encloare of your mais
Nor herds have se to boast, not hesting the
No fertilizing streams your heldi dire
hat show revers'd the villas on their sie
No groses have ye; no cheerful sound or so
Or voice of turtle, in your land is keurd;
Nor grateful eglantine regales the sazei
Of those, that walk at ev'ning sbere poft
But Winter, arm'd with terroars Bere 2012
Sits absolute on his unshaken throbe;
Piles up his stores anidst the frozen veste,
And bids the mountains be has bailt stasi b.
Beckons the legions of his storms asar
From happier scenes, to make your last a front
I'roclaims the soil a conquest he has rom
And scoros to share it with the distants

Not ev'n the glorious Sun, though men revere
The monarch most, that seldom will appear,
And though his beams, that quicken where they

May claim some right to be esteem'd divine,
Not er'a the sun, desirable as rare,
Could bend one knee, engage one votry there;
They were, what base Credulity believes
True Christians are, dissemblers, drunkards, thieves.
The full-gorg'd savage, at his nauseous feast
Seat half the darkness, and snor'd out the rest,
Was one, whom Justice, on an equal plan,
Debouncing death upon the sins of man,
Might almost have indulg'd with an escape,
Chargeable only with a human shape.
What are they now ?–Morality may spare

grave concern, her kind suspicions there:
The wretch, who ouce sang wildly, danc’d, and

And suck'd in dizzy madness with his draught,
Has wept a silent food, revers’d his ways,
Is sober, meek, benerolent, and prays,
Feeds sparingls, communicates his store,
Abbors the craft be boasted of before,
And be that stole, has learn’d to steal no more.
Well spake the prophet, Let the desert sing,
Where sprang the thorn, the spiry fir shall spring,
And where unsightly and rank thistles grew,
Shall grow the myrtle and luxuriant yew.
Go now, and with important tone demand
Os what foundation virtue is to stand,
Il self-cxalting claims be turn'd adrift,
And grace be grace indeed, and life a gift;

poor reclaim'd inhabitant, his eyes
Glist'ning at once with pity and surprise,
Amaz'd that shadows should obscure the sight
Oi one, whose birth was in a land of light,
Shall answer, Hope, sweet hope, has set me free,
And made all pleasures else mere dross to me.

These, amidst scenes as waste as if denied
The common care that waits on all beside,

And Peace, the genuine offspring of her stati
The pride of letter'd Ignorance, that birds
In chains of errour our accomplish'd much,
That decks, with all the splendour of the 174
A false religion, is unknown to you.
Nature indeed vouchsales for our delight
The sweet vicissitudes of day and night,
Soft airs and genial moisture ieed and cher
Field, fruit, and flow'r, and ev'ry creature ben
But brighter bcams, than his who fires the sea
Ilave ris o at length on your admirin, fyes,
That shoot iato your darkest cares the day,
From which our nicer optics turo away.
The dire effect of mercy without price!

The gross idolatry blind heathens teach

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