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What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun,
That, more than heaven pursue. What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away;
For God is paid when man receives,
T enjoy is to obey.
Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think Thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round:
Let not this weak, unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw,
And deal damnation round the land,
On each I judge thy soe.
If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay:
If I am wrong, 0 teach my heart
To find that better way.
Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,
At aught thy wisdom has deni’d,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see;
I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
Mean though I am, not wholly só,
Since quick’ned by thy breath;
O lead me wheresoe’er I go,
Through this day's life or death.
This day, be bread and peace my lot:
All else beneath the sun,
Thou knowst if best bestow'd or not,
And let thy will be done.
To Thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies!
One chorus let all being raise!
All nature's incense rise!
YE nymphs of Solymą! begin the song:
To heavenly 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 Isaiah's ballow'd lips with fired
Rapt into future times, the hard begun:
A virgin shall conceive, a virgin bear a son!
From Jesse's root behold a branch arise,
Whose sacred flow'r with fragrance fills the skies.
Th' ethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall move,
And on its top descends the mystic Dove.
Ye heavens! 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 shielter, and from heat a shade.
All crime shall cease, and ancient fraud shall fail;,
Returning justice lift aloft her scale;
Peace v'er the world her olive wand extend,
And white rob'd lonocence from heaven descend.
Swift Aly the years, and rise the expected morn!
Oh spring to light, auspicious babe, be born!
See nature hastes her earliest wreaths 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 cloud- from lowly, Sharon rise,
And Carme!'s flow'ry top perfumes the skies!
Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers;
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 foretold
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:
He the obstructed paths of sound shall clear,
And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear:
The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego,
And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
No sigh, wo murmur the wide world shall hear,
From ev'ry face he wipes off ev'ry tear.
In adamantine chains shall Death be bound,
And hell's grim tyrant feel the eternal wound.
As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care,
Seeks freshest pasture, and the purest air,
Explores the lost, the wand'ring sheep directs,
By day o'ersees them, and by night protects,
The tender lambs be raises in his arms,
feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms;
Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage,
The promis'd father of the future age.
No more shall nation agaiost nation rise,
Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes,
Vor 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 broail faichion in a ploughslare end.
Then palaces shall rise; the joyful Son
Shall finish what his short-liv'd Sire begun;
Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield,
And the same hand that sow'd, shall reap the
The swain in barren deserts with surprise
Sees lilies spring, and sudder verdure rise;
And starts a midst the thirsty wilds to hear
New falls of water marm'ring in his ear.
On ritted rocks, the dragon's late abodes,
The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods,
Waste sandy.vallies, once perplex'J with thorn,
The spiry fir and shapely box adorn:
To leafless shrubs the flow'ry palms succeed,
And od'rous myrtle to the noisome weed.
The lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant
mead, And boys in flow'ry bands the tyger lead; The steer and lion at one crib shall meet, And harmless serpents pick the pilgrim's feet. The s.niling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake, Pleas'd :he green lustre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongues 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 barb'rous nations at thy gates a:tend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend; See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate
And heap'd with products of Sabæan springs!
For thee Idume's spicy forests blow,
And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow.
See heaven i:s sparkling portals wide display,
And break upon thee in a flood of day!
No more the rising sun shall gild the morn.
Nor evening Cynthia fill her silver horn;
But lost, dissolv'd in thy superior rays,
One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze
O'erflow thy courts: the Light himself shall shine
Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine!
The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay,
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away:
But fix'd his word, his saving power remains;
Thy realm forever lasts, thy owo MESSIAH
TAE MEMORY OF AN UNFODTUNATE. LADY,
WHAT beck'ning ghost, along the moonlight
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
'Tis she!—but why that bleeding bosom gor'd,
Why dimly gleams the visionary sword?
Oh, ever beauteous, ever friendly! tell,
Is it, in heaven, a crime to love too well?.
To bear too tender, or too firm a heart,
To act a lover's or a Roman's part?
Is there no bright reversion in the sky,
For those who greatly think, or bravely die:
Why bade ye e.se. ye powers! her soul aspire
Above the vulgar Aight of low desire: