13. Through all Eternity to Thee A joyful Song I'll raise;
For O! Eternity's too short To utter all thy Praise.
ATHER of all! in every Age, In every Clime ador'd,
By Saint, by Savage, and by Sage, JEHOVAH! JOVE! or LORD!
2. Thou great firft Cause, leaft understood, Who all my Senfe confin'd,
To know but this, that thou art good, And that myself am blind!
3. Yet gave me in this dark Estate, To fee the Good from Ill! And binding Nature fast in Fate, Left free the human Will.
4. What Confcience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do;
This teach me more than Hell to fhun, That more than Heav'n pursue.
5. What Bleffings thy free Bounty gives, Let me not cast away;
For GoD is paid when Man receives To enjoy is to obey.
6. Yet not to Earth's contracted Span, Thy Goodness let me bound,
Or think Thee LORD alone of Man, When thousand Worlds are round.
7. Let not this weak unknowing Hand Prefume thy Bolts to throw,
And deal Damnation round the Land On each I judge thy Foe.
8. If I am right, oh teach my Heart, Still in the Right to stay :
If I am wrong, thy Grace impart To find that better Way!
Save me a like from foolish Pride, Or impious Discontent,
At ought thy Wisdom has deny'd, Or ought thy Goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's Woe;
To hide the Fault I fee;
That Mercy I to others show, That Mercy fhow to me.
Mean tho' I am, not wholly fo,
Since quicken'd by thy Breath; Oh lead me wherefoe'er I go,
Thro' this Day's Life or Death.
12. This Day, be Bread and Peace All elfe beneath the Sun,
Thou know'ft if beft beftow'd, or not;
And let thy Will be done.
13. To thee, whofe Temple is all Space, Whofe Altar, Earth, Sea, Skies,
One Chorus let all Beings raise ! All Nature's Incense rise.
A facred Eclogue, compos'd of feveral Paffages of Ifaiah the Prophet.
Written in Imitation of Virgil's POLLIO.
E Nymphs of Solyma! begin the Song:
To heav'nly Themes fublimer Strains belong. The Moffy Fountains and the Sylvan Shades, The Dreams of Pindus and th' Aonian Maids, Delight no more- -O thou my Voice inspire, Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd Lips with Fire!
Rapt into future Times, the Bard begun, A Virgin fhall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son! From Jee's Root behold a Branch arise, Whofe facred Flow'r with Fragrance fills the Skies. Th' ætherial Spirit o'er its Leaves shall move, And on its Top defcends the Mystic Dove. Ye Heav'ns! from high the dewy Nectar pour, And in foft Silence fhed the kindly show'r! The Sick and Weak the healing Plant fhall aid, From Storms a Shelter, and from Heat a Shade. All Crimes fhall ceafe, and ancient Fraud fhall fail; Returning Justice lift aloft her Scale; Peace o'er the World her Olive Wand extend, And white-rob'd Innocence from Heav'n defcend, Swift fy the Years, and rife th' expected Morn! Oh fpring to Light, aufpicious Babe be born!
See Nature haftes her earliest Wreathes to bring, With all the Incense of the breathing Spring: See lofty Lebanon his Head advance,
See nodding Forefts on the Mountains dance, See fpicy Clouds from lowly Saron rise,
And Carmel's flow'ry Top perfumes the Skies! Hark! a glad Voice the lonely Defart chears; Prepare the Way! a GOD, a GOD appears! A GOD, a GOD! the vocal Hills reply, The Rocks proclaim th' approaching Deity. Lo Earth receives him from the bending Skies! Sink down ye Mountains, and ye Vallies rise : With Heads declin'd, ye Cedars, Homage pay; Be fmooth ye Rocks, ye rapid Floods give Way! The Saviour comes! by ancient Bards foretold; Hear him ye Deaf, and all ye Blind behold! He from thick Films fhall purge the visual Ray, And on the fightlefs Eye-ball pour the Day. "Tis he th' obftructed Paths of Sound fhall clear, And bid new Mufick charm th' unfolding Ear. The Dumb fhall fing, the Lame his Crutch forego,
And leap exulting like the bounding Roe.
No Sigh, no Murmur the wide World fhall hear, From every Face he wipes off ev'ry Tear. In adamantine Chains fhall Death be bound, And Hell's grim Tyrant feel th' eternal Wound. As the good Shepherd tends his fleecy Care, Seeks freshest Paftures and the pureft Air, Explores the loft, the wand'ring Sheep directs, By Day o'er fees them, ana by Night protects; The tender Lambs he raises in his Arms, Feeds from his Hand, and in his Bosom warms:
Mankind fhall thus his Guardian Care engage, The promis'd Father of the future Age. No more fhall Nation against Nation rife, Nor ardent Warriors meet with hateful Eyes, Nor Fields with gleaming Steel be cover'd o'er, The brazen Trumpets kindle Rage no more; But useless Lances into Scythes fhall bend, And the broad Faulchion in a Plow-fhare end. Then Palaces fhall rife; the joyful Son Shall finish what his fhort-liv'd Sire begun ; Their Vines a Shadow to their Race shall yield, And the fame Hand that fow'd fhall reap the Field. The Swain in barren Defarts with Surprize Sees Lillies fpring, and fudden Verdure rise, And starts amidst the thirsty Wilds to hear New Falls of Water murm'ring in his Ear: On rifted Rocks, the Dragon's late abodes, The Reed trembles, and the Bulrush nods. Waste fandy Vallies, once perplex'd with Thorn, The fpiry Fir and fhapely Box adorn ;
The leaflefs Shrubs the flow'ring Palms fucceed, And od❜rous Myrtle to the noisome Weed. [Mead, The Lambs with Wolves fhall graze the verdant And Boys in flow'ry Bands the Tyger lead; The Steer and Lion at one Crib fhall meet, And harmless Serpents lick the Pilgrim's Feet. The fmiling Infant in his Hand fhall take The crefted Bafilifk and fpeckled Snake; Pleas'd, the green Luftre of the Scales furvey, And with their forky Tongue and pointless Sting
Rife, crown'd with Light, imperial Salem rife! Exalt thy tow'ry Head, and lift thy Eyes!
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