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13. Through all Eternity to Thee
A joyful Song I'll raise;
For O ! Eternity's too short
To utter all thy Praise.

Pope's Universal Prayer.

I. X^ATHER of all! in every Age,
JP In every Clime ador'd,
By Saint, by Savage, and by Sage,
Jehovah ! Jove ! or Lord!

2. Thou great sirst Cause, least understood,
Who all my Sense consin'd,
To know but this, that thou art good,
And that myself am blind!

3. Yet gave me in this dark Estate,

To see the Good from 111!
And binding Nature fast in Fate,
Left free the human Will.

I!

4. What Conscience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do;
This teach me more than Hell to shun,
That more than Heav'n pursue.

5- What Blessings 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 os Man,
When thoufand Worlds are round.

7. Let not this weak unknowing Hand

Presume 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 sind that better Way!

9. Save me a like from foolish Pride,

Or impious Discontent,
At ought thy Wisdom has deny'd,
Or ought thy Goodness lent.

10. Teach me to seel another's Woe:

To hide the Fault I see;

That Mercy I to others show,

That Mercy show to me.

11. Mean tho' I am, not wholly so,

Since quicken'd by thy Breath;
Oh lead me wheresoe'er I go,
Thro' this Day's Lise or Death.

j:. This Day, be Bread and Peace my Lot;
All else beneath the Sun,
Thou know'st if best bestow'd, or not;
And let thy Will be done.

j 3. To thee, whose Temple is all Space,
Whose Altar, Earth, Sea, Skies,

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, One Chorus let all Beings raise! All Nature's Incense rise.

MESSIAH.

A sacred Eclogue, compos'd of several Passages ot Isaiah the Prophet.

Written in Imitation ef Virgil's Pollio.

YE Nymphs of Solyma! begin the Song:
To heav'nly Themes sublimer Strains belong.
The Mossy Fountains and the Sylvan Shades,
The Dreams of Pindus and th' Aonian Maids,

Delight no more O thou my Voice inspire,

Who touch'd IsaiaVi hallow'd Lips with Fire!

Rapt into suture Times, the Bard begun, A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son! From Jeje's Root behold a Branch arise, Whose facred Flow'r with Fragrance sills the Skies. Th' ætherial Spirit o'er its Lewes mail move, And on its Top descends the Mystic Dove, ye Heav'ns! from high the dewy Nectar pour, And in soft Silence shed the kindly show'r! The Sick and Weak the healing Plant shall aid, From Storms a Shelter, and from Heat a Shade. All Crimes shall cease, and ancient Fraud shall fail; Returning Justice lift aloft her Scale; Peace o'er the World her Olive Wand extend, And white-rob'd Innocence from Heav'n descend, Swift fy the Years, and rile th' expected Morn! Oh spring to Light, auspicious Babe be born!

See

See Nature hastes her earliest Wreathes to bring,
With all the Incense of the breathing Spring:
See lofty Lebanon his Head advance,
See nodding Forests on the Mountains dance,
See spicy 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 smooth ye Rocks, ye rapid Floods give Way!
The Saviour comes! by ancient Bards soretold;
Hear him ye Deaf, and all ye Blind behold!
He from thick Films shall purge the visual Ray,
And on the sightless Eye-ball pour the Day.
'Tis he th' obstructed Paths of Sound shall clear,
And bid new Mustek charm th' unsolding Ear.
The Dumb shall sing, the Lame his Crutch

forego,
And leap exulting like the bounding Roe.
No Sigh, no Murmur the wide World (hall hear,
From every Face he wipes off ev'ry Tear.
In adamantine Chains shall Death be bound,
And Hell's grim Tyrant seel th' eternal Wound.
As the good Shepherd tends his fleecy Care,
Seeks freshest Pastures and the purest Air,
Explores the lost, the wand'ring Sheep directs,
By Day o'er sees them, ana by Night protects;
The tender Lambs he raises in his Arms,
Feeds from his Hand, and in his Bosom warms:

Man

Mankind stiall thus his Guardian Care engage,
The promts'd Father of the future Age.
No more mall Nation against Nation rise,
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 shall bend,
And the broad Faulchion in a Plow-share end.
Then Palaces shall rise; the joyful Son
Shall sinish what his short-liv'd Sire begun;
Their Vines a Shadow to their Race shall yield,
And the fame Hand that sow'd shall reap the Field.
The Swain in barren Defarts with Surprize
Sees Lillies spring, and sudden Verdure rise,
And starts amidst the thirsty Wilds to hear
New Falls of Waiter murm'ring in his Ear:
On rifted Rocks, the Dragon's late abodes,
The green Reed trembles, and the Bulrush nods.
Waste fandy Vallies, once perplex'd with Thorn,
The spiry Fir and shapely Box adorn;
The leafless Shrubs the flow'ring Palms succeed,
And od'rous Myrtle to the noisome Weed. [Mead,
The Lambs with Wolves shall graze tlie verdant
And Boys in flow'ry Bands the Tyger lead;
The Steer and Lion at one Crib shall meet,
And harmless Serpents lick the Pilgrim's Feet.
The fouling Infant in his Hand shall take
The crested Basilisk and speckled Snake;
Pleas'd, the green Lustre of the Scales survey,
And with their fbrky Tongue and pointless Sting

(hall play.
Rise, crown'd with Light, imperial Salem rise!
Exalt thy tow'ry Head, and lift thy Eyes!

See,

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