May ftand between an animal and woe,
And teach one tyrant pity for his drudge.

The groans of nature in this nether world, Which Heav'n has heard for ages, have an end. Foretold by prophets, and by poets fung, Whofe fire was kindled at the prophets' lamp, The time of reft, the promis'd fabbath, comes. Six thousand years of forrow have well-nigh Fulfill'd their tardy and difaftrous course Over a finful world; and what remains Of this tempeftuous state of human things Is merely as the working of a fea

Before a calm, that rocks itself to reft:

For He, whofe car the winds are, and the clouds The duft that waits upon his fultry march,

When fin hath mov'd him, and his wrath is hot,
Shall vifit earth in mercy; fhall defcend,

Propitious, in his chariot pav'd with love;
And what his ftorms have blafted and defac'd
For man's revolt shall with a smile repair.

Sweet is the harp of prophecy; too fweet
Not to be wrong'd by a mere mortal touch:
Nor can the wonders it records be fung
To meaner mufic, and not fuffer lofs.

But, when a poet, or when one like me,
Happy to rove among poetic flow'rs,

Though poor, in skill to rear them, lights at last
On fome fair theme, fome theme divinely fair,
Such is the impulfe and the fpur he feels

To give it praise proportion'd to its worth,
That not t' attempt it, arduous as he deeme
The labour, were a task more arduous ftill.

Oh scenes furpaffing fable, and yet true,
Scenes of accomplish'd bliss! which who can fee,
Though but in diftant prospect, and not feel
'His foul refresh'd with foretaste of the joy?
Rivers of gladness water all the earth,

And clothe all climes with beauty; the reproach
Of barrenness is past. The fruitful field
Laughs with abundance; and the land, once lean,
Or fertile only in its own difgrace,

Exults to fee its thiftly curfe repeal'd.
The various feafons woven into one,

And that one season an eternal spring,

The garden fears no blight, and needs no fence,
For there is none to covet, all are full.

The lion, and the libbard, and the bear
Graze with the fearless flocks; all bask at noon
Together, or all gambol in the shade

Of the fame grove, and drink one common ftream.

Antipathies are none. No foe to man
Lurks in the ferpent now: the mother fees,
And smiles to fee, her infant's playful hand
Stretch'd forth to dally with the crested worm,
To ftroke his azure neck, or to receive
The lambent homage of his arrowy tongue.
All creatures worship man, and all mankind
One Lord, one Father. Error has no place :
That creeping peftilence is driv'n away;

The breath of heav'n has chas'd it. In the heart
No paffion touches a discordant string,

But all is harmony and love. Disease

Is not the pure and uncontam'nate blood
Holds its due courfe, nor fears the froft of age.
One fong employs all nations; and all cry,
"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !"
The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks
Shout to each other, and the mountain tops
From diftant mountains catch the flying joy;
Till, nation after nation taught the ftrain,
Earth rolls the rapturous hofanna round.
Behold the measure of the promise fill'd;
See Salem built, the labour of a God!
Bright as a fun the facred city fhines;
All kingdoms and all-princes of the earth

Flock to that light; the glory of all lands

Flows into her; unbounded is her joy,

And endless her increafe. Thy rams are there,
Nebaioth, and the flocks of Kedar there;

The looms of Ormus, and the mines of Ind,
And Saba's spicy groves, pay tribute there.
Praise is in all her gates: upon her walls,
And in her ftreets, and in her fpacious courts,
Is heard falvation. Eaftern Java there
Kneels with the native of the farthest weft;
And Æthiopia spreads abroad the hand,
And worships. Her report has travell❜d forth
Into all lands. From ev'ry clime they come
To fee thy beauty and to share thy joy.
O Sion! an affembly fuch as earth

Saw never, such as Heav'n ftoops down to fee.

Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor❜d. So God has greatly purpos'd; who would elfe In his dishonour'd works himself endure Dishonour, and be wrong'd without redress. Hafte, then, and wheel away a shatter'd world,

* Nebaioth and Kedar, the fons of Ifhmael, and progenitors of the Arabs, in the prophetic fcriptures here alluded to, may be reasonably confidered as reprefentatives of the Gentiles at large.

Ye flow-revolving feafons! we would fee
(A fight to which our eyes are ftrangers yet)
A world that does not dread and hate his laws,
And fuffer for its crime; would learn how fair
The creature is that God pronounces good,
How pleasant in itself what pleases him.
Here ev'ry drop of honey hides a sting;
Worms wind themselves into our sweetest flow'rs;
And ev'n the joy that haply fome poor heart
Derives from heav'n, pure as the fountain is,
Is fullied in the stream, taking a taint
From touch of human lips, at best impure.
Oh for a world in principle as chafte
As this is grofs and selfish! over which
Cuftom and prejudice fhall bear no sway,
That govern all things here, fhould'ring afide
The meek and modeft truth, and forcing her
To feek a refuge from the tongue of ftrife
In nooks obfcure, far from the ways of men :-
Where violence fhall never lift the fword,
Nor cunning juftify the proud man's wrong,
Leaving the poor no remedy but tears :-
Where he that fills an office fhall efteem

Th' occafion it prefents of doing good

More than the perquifite :-where law shall speak
Seldom, and never but as wisdom prompts