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The time of rest, the promised sabbath comes.
Sweet is the harp of prophecy : too sweet
Oh scenes surpassing fable, and yet true, Scenes of accomplish'd bliss ! which who can see 760 Though but in distant prospect, and not feel
20 True she is fair, oh how divinely fair !
His soul refresh'd with foretaste of the joy?
775 Of the same grove, and drink one common stream. Antipathies are none.
No foe to man
pure and uncontaminate blood Holds its due course, nor fears the frost of age. 790
21 The folds shall be full of sheep: the valleys also shall stand so thick with corn that they shall laugh and sing.
One song employs all nations, and all cry
Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !"
22 Nebaioth and Kedar, the sons of Ishmael and progenitors of the Arabs, in the prophetic scripture here alluded to, may be reasonably considered as representatives of the Gentiles at large. C. 23 High on a throne of royal state which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind.
Par. Lost, ii. 2.
O Sion ! an assembly such as earth
Thus heavenward all things tend. For all were once
830 Worms wind themselves into our sweetest flowers, And even the joy that haply some poor heart Derives from heaven, pure as the fountain is, Is sullied in the stream; taking a taint From touch of human lips, at best impure. Oh for a world in principle as chaste As this is gross and selfish! over which Custom and prejudice shall bear no sway That govern all things here, shouldering aside The meek and modest truth, and forcing her 840 To seek a refuge from the tongue of strife In nooks obscure, far from the ways of men 24. Where violence shall never lift the sword, Nor cunning justify the proud man's wrong,
From the cheerful ways of men
Par. Lost, iii. 46.
Leaving the poor no remedy but tears.
845 Where he that fills an office, shall esteem The occasion it presents of doing good More than the perquisite : where law shall speak Seldom, and never but as wisdom prompts And equity; not jealous more to guard
850 A worthless form, than to decide aright: Where fashion shall not sanctify abuse, Nor smooth good-breeding (supplemental grace,) With lean performance ape the work of love.
Come then, and added to thy many crowns Receive yet one, the crown of all the earth, Thou who alone art worthy! it was thine By ancient covenant ere nature's birth, And thou hast made it thine by purchase since, And overpaid its value with thy blood. Thy saints proclaim thee King; and in their hearts Thy title is engraven with a pen Dipt in the fountain of eternal love. Thy saints proclaim thee King; and thy delay Gives courage to their foes, who, could they see 865 The dawn of thy last advent long-desired, Would creep
into the bowels of the hills, And flee for safety to the falling rocks. The very spirit of the world is tired Of its own taunting question ask'd so long, 870 “ Where is the promise of your Lord's approach ?” The infidel has shot his bolts away, Till his exhausted quiver yielding none, He gleans the blunted shafts that have recoiled, And aims them at the shield of truth again. 875 The veil is rent, rent too by priestly hands,