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And judge with equal love. What though the great
With costly pomp and aromatic sweets
Embalm'd his poor remains; or through the dome
A thousand tapers shed their gloomy light,
While solemn organs to his parting soul
Chaunted slow orisons Say, by what mark
Dost thou discern him from that lowly swain,
Whose mouldering bones beneath the thorn-bound
turf
Long lay neglected?—All at once shall rise,
But not to equal glory; for, alas !
With howlings dire and execrations loud
Some wail their fatal birth:-First among these
Behold the mighty murth’rers of mankind;
They who in sport whole kingdoms slew, or they
Who to the tott'ring pinnacle of power
Waded through seas of blood: How will they curse.
The madness of ambition: How lament
Their dear-bought laurels; when the widow’d wife
And childless mother at the judgment-seat
Plead trumpet-tongu'd against them l—Here are
they
Who sunk an aged father to the grave;
Or, with unkindness hard and cold disdain, .
Slighted a brother's suff’rings.—Here are they
Whom fraud and skilful treachery long secur'd;
Who from the infant virgin tore her dow'r,
Andate theorphan's bread;—who spent their stores:
In selfish luxury; or o'er their gold
Prostrate and pale ador'd the useless heap.-
Here too, who stain'd the chaste connubial bed;-
Who mix'd the pois'nous bowl,—or broke the ties

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Of hospitable friendship;-and the wretch
Whose histless soul, sick with the cares of life,
Unsummon'd to the presence of his GoD
Rush'd in with insult rude. How would they joy
Once more to visit earth; and, though oppress'd
With all that pain or famine can inflict,
Pant up the hill of life Vain wish the Judge
Pronounces doom eternal on their heads,
Perpetual punishment. Seek not to know
What punishment 1 for that th' ALMIGHTY will
Has hid from mortal eyes: And shall vain man
With curious search refin'd presume to pry
Into Thy secrets, Father! No.; let him
With humble patience all Thy works adore,
And walk in all Thy paths; so shall his meed
Be great in heav'n, so haply shall he 'scape
Th’immortal worm and never-eeasing fire.

But who are they, who bound in tenfold chains
Stand horribly aghast This is that crew
Who strove to pull JEH ovah from His throne,
And in the place of heaven's eternal King
Set up the phantom Chance. For them in vain
Alternate seasons cheer'd the rolling year;
In vain the sun o'er herb, tree, fruit, and flow'r
Shed genial influence, mild; and the pale moon
Repair'd her waning orb. Next these is plac'd
'The vile blasphemer, he, whose impious wit
Profan'd the sacred mysteries of faith,
And 'gainst th' impenetrable walls of heav'n
Planted his feeble battery. By these stands
The arch-apostate. He with many a wile

Exhorts them still to foul revolt. Alas !
No hope have they from black Despair, no ray
Shines through the gloom to cheer their sinking
souls: -
In agonies of grief they curse the hour
When first they left Religion's onward way.

These on the left are ranged : but on the right
A chosen band appears, who fought beneath
The banner of JEHow AH, and defied
Satan's united'legions. Some, unmov’d
At the grim tyrant's frown, o'er barb'rous chimes
Diffused the Gospel's Light; some, long immur'd
(Sad servitude 1) in chains and dungeons pin'd;
Or rack'd with all the agonies of pain
‘Breathed out their faithful lives. Thrice happy they
Whom Heaven elected to that glorious strife —
Here are they placed, whose kind munificence
Made heaven-born Science raise her drooping head;
And on the labours of a future race
Entailed their just reward. Thou amongst these,
Good Seaton! whose well-judged benevolence
Fost'ring fair Genius, bade the poet's hand
Bring annual off’rings to his MAKER’s shrine,
Shalt find the gen’rous care was not in vain.
Here is that fav'rite band, whom Mercy mild
God's best lov'd attribute adorn'd : whose gate
Stood ever open to the stranger's call;
Who fed the hungry; to the thirsty lip
Reached out the friendly cup; whose care benign
From the rude blast secured the pilgrim's side;

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Who heard the widow's tender tale; and shook
The galling shackle from the prisoner's feet;
Who each endearing tye, each office knew
Of meek-eyed heaven-descended Charity.
O Charity, thou nymph divinely fair
Sweeter than those whom ancient poets bound
In Amity's indissoluble chain, -
The Graces ! How shall I essay to pain
Thy charms, celestial maid; and in rude verse
Blazon those deeds thyself did'st ne'er reveal 2
For thee nor rankling Envy can infect,
Nor Rage transport, nor high o'erweening Pride
Puff up with vain conceit: ne'er didst thou smile
To see the sinner as a verdant tree
Spread his luxuriant branches o'er the stream;
While like some blasted trunk the righteous fall,
Prostrate, forlorn. When prophecies shall fail,
When tongues shall cease, when knowledge is no
more, - -
And this great Day is come; thou by the throne
Shalt sit triumphant. Thither, lovely maid,
Bear me, O bear me on thy soaring wing,
And through the adamantine gates of heav'n
Conduct my steps, safe from the fiery gulph
And dark abyss, where Sin and Satan reign!

But can the Muse, her numbers all too weak,
Tell how that restless element of fire
Shall wage with seas and earth intestine war,
And deluge all creation Whether (so
Some think) the comet, as through fields of air
Lawless he wanders, shall rush headlong on,

Thwarting th' ecliptic where th' unconscious Earth
Rolls in her wonted course; whether the sun,
With force centripetal, into his orb
Attract her long reluctant; or the caves,
Those dread volcanos where engend'ring lie
Sulphureous minerals, from their dark abyss,
Pour streams of liquid fire; while from above,
As erston Sodom, Heaven's avenging hand
Rains fierce combustion. Where are now the works
Of art, the toil of ages *—Where are now
Th’ imperial cities, sepulchres, and domes,
Trophies and pillars —Where is Egypt's boast,
Those lofty pyramids which high in air
Reared their aspiring heads, to distant times
Of Memphian pride a lasting monument 2–
Tell me where Athens raised her towers ?—Where
Thebes
Open'd her hundred portals?—Tell me where
Stood sea-girt Albion ?—Where imperial Rome,
Propt by seven hills, sat like a sceptred queen,
And awed the tributary world to peace?—
Shew me the rampart, which o'er many a hill,
Through many a valley stretched its wide extent,
Raised by that mighty monarch, to repel
The roving Tartar, when with insult rude
'Gainst Pekin's tow’rs he bent th' unerring bow.

But what is mimic art 2 Even Nature's works,

Seas, meadows, pastures, the meand'ring streams,

And everlasting hills shall be no more.

No more shall Teneriff cloud-piercing height

O'er-hang th' Atlantic surge. Nor that fam'd cliff

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