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To see a God stretch forth his human hand, T' uphold the boundless scenes of his command; To recollect, that, in a form like ours, He bruis'd beneath his feet th' infernal pow’rs, Captivity led captive, rose to claim The wreath he won so dearly in our name; That thron'd above all height he condescends, To call the few that trust in him his friends; That, in the Heav'n of heav'ns, that space he deems Too scanty for th' exertion of his beams, And shines, as if impatient to bestow Life and a kingdom upon worms below; That sight imparts a never-dying flame, Though feeble in degree, in kind the same. Like him the soul thus kindled from above Spreads wide her arms of universal love; And, still enlarg'd as she receives the grace, Includes creation in her close embrace. Behold a Christian!—and without the fires The founder of that name alone inspires, Though all accomplishment, all knowledge meet, ) To make the shining prodigy complete, Whoever boasts that name-behold a cheat!
Were love, in these the World's last doting years,
Thus have I sought to grace a serious lay With many a wild indeed but flow'ry spray, In hopes to gain, what else I must have lost, Th’attention pleasure has so much engross’d. But if unhappily deceiv'd I dream, And prove too weak for so divine a theme, Let Charity forgive me a mistake, That zeal, not vanity, has chanc'd to make, And spare the poet for his subject's sake.
Nam neque me tantum venientis sibilus austri,
VIRG. Ecl. 5.
THOUGH nature weigh our talents, and dispense
As Alphabets in ivory employ, Hour after hour, the yet unletter'd boy, Sorting and puzzling with a deal of glee Those seeds of science called his A B C; So language in the mouths of the adult, Witness it's insignificant result, Too often proves an implement of play, A toy to sport with, and pass time away. Collect at ev’ning what the day brought forth, Compress the sum into it's solid worth, And if it weigh th' importance of a fly, The scales are false, or algebra a lie.. Sacred interpreter of human thought, How few respect or use thee as they ought! But all shall give account of ev'ry wrong, Who dare dishonour or defile the tongue; Who prostitute it in the cause of vice, Or sell their glory at a market-price; Who vote for hire, or point it with lampoon, The dear-bought placeman, and the cheap buf
foon. There is a prurience in the speech of some, · Wrath stays him, or else God would strike them