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The smiling infánt in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake, Pleas'd the green luftre of their scales, survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play. Rise crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise! Exalt thy tow'ry head, and lift thy eyes ! See a long race thy spacious courts adorn,. See future sons and daughters, yet unborn, In crouding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies ! See bar'barous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in the light, and in thy gates attend, See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate kings, And heap'd with products of Sabæan springs. For thee Idume's spicy forests blow, And seeds of gold in Ophirs mountains glow. Sce heav'n its sparkling portalš wide display. And break upon thee in a flood of day. No more the rising sun shall gild the morn, Nor evening Cynthia fill ħer silver horn ; But loft, diffolv'd in thy superior rays, One tide of glory, one unbounded blaze, O'erflow thy courts ; the light himself shall shine Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine! The Reas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains. melt away ; But fix'd his word, his faving pow'r remains : Thy realon for ever lasts, thy own Messiah reigns !
BY THE SAME.
H happiness ! our being's end and aim !
Good,pleasure, ease content! whate'er thy name : That something ftill which prompts the eternal figh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die : Which still so near us, yet beyond us lies; O’erlook'd, seen double, by the fool and wife ; Plant of celestial seed! if dropt below Say in what mortal foil thou deign'it to grow ? Fair op’ning to some court's propitious shinė, Or dcep with diamonds in the flaming niine? Twind with the wreaths Parnasfiam laurels yield. Or reap'd in iron harvefts of the field? Where grows where grows it not ? if vain our toil We ought to blame the culture, not the soil, Fix'd to no spot is happiness sincere, Tis no where to be found, or ev'ry where ; 'Tis never to be bought, but always free, And fled from monarchs, St. John, dwells with thee.
Ask of the learn'd the way; the learn’d are blind : This bids to serve, and that to fhun, mankind. Some place the bliss in action, some in ease, Those call it pleasure, and contentment, these;
Some, sunk to beafts, find pleasure end in pain ;
Who thus define it, say they more or less Than this,--that happiness is happiness?
Take pature's path, and mad opinions leave; All states can reach it, and all heads conceive; Obvious her goods, in no extreme they dwell; There needs but thinking right, and meaning well ; And mourn our various portions as we please, Equal is common sense, and common case. Remember, man, " the Universal Cause “ Acts not by partial, but by gen’ral laws;" And makes what happiness we juftly call, SubGft not in the good of one but all. There's not a blesing individuals find But some way leans and hårkens to the kind : No bandid fierce, no tyrant mad with pride, No cavero'd hermit rests self satisfy’d. Who most to shun or hate mankind pretend, Seek an admirer, or would fix a friend : Abstract what others feel, what others think, All pleasure fickens, and all glories funk: Each has his share; and who
se obta Shall find the pleasure pays ?"
Order is heav'n's first law; and this confeft. Some are, and must be, greater than the rest ; More rich, more wise: but who infers from hence That such are happier, shocks all common sense. Heav'n to mankind impartial, we confess If all were equal in their happiness ; But mutual: wants this happiness increase, All nature's diff'rence, keeps all nature's peace, Condition, circumftance, is not the thing; Bliss is the same in subject or in king:. In who obtain defence, or who defend, In him who is, or him who finds, a friend : Heav'n breathes through ev'ry member of the whole One common blessing as one common soul. But fortune's gifts if each alike poffeft, And each were equal, must not all«contest? If then to all men happiness was meant, God in externals could not place content.
Fortune her gifts may variously dispose,
Heav'n fill with laughter the vain toil surveys,
BY THE SAME.
TATHER of all ! in ev'iy age,
In ev'ry clime, ador’d, By faint, by savage, and by fage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !
Thou Great First Cause, leaft understood,
Who all my sense confin'd
And that myself am blind ;
Yet gave me, in this dark eftate,
To see the good from ill;
Left free the human will;