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There go, affay, and at thy fole command,
Turn rocks to oceans, and the seas to fand.
Bid the keen lightning scath the ætherial plain,
Let thunder whisper, and the comet rain:

Bid Sinal's inass from off its base remove;
Bid angels envy, and bid demons love:
Awake the tempeft, or compose the wind :
Make turtles savage, or the favage kind.
Speak meteors cool, or frozen arctics warm ;
Divert the whirlwind, or direct the storm.
Calm the loud din of wrath's infernal rage;
Make wisdom folly, or its scorners fage.
Let death be life, their life the dead retrieve;
Make darkness shine, and infidels believe.
Again stand forth, invert creation's powers;
Make time eternal, and then count its hours.
Let worlds unborn attest thy sovereign word;
And know thee MAKER, as they call thee LORD.
To sum the whole, and consummate the plan ;
Go try the reins, and search the heart of man.
Deprav'd its bent, corrupted every thought,
Is nought it should, and all that it should not.
Go watch its movements, and its mazy wile,
Its artful meanness, and its selfish guile.
Its sordid avarice, or ambitious flame,
The gust of fattery and the lust of fame.
Its love of all that stains the human breast,
Sinks man to brute, and makes his name a jest.
Its hate, revenge, concupiscence, or spleen,
The zest of pride and quintessence of fin.

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Fountain of death! whence issues a!) in orc,
That foils a dunghill, or torments a throne.
The penal woe of want's bewilder'd care,
The tyrant's horror, or the traytor's fear,
The lash of conscience, and the trembling dread,
Who crush the living, or defraud the dead.
Deprive the orphan, or despise the poor,
And thrust the stranger from the pathless door.
Who dance, carouse---debauch'd their vernal prime,
The waste of mercy, and the waste of time.
Lay up in store, againft its period come,
The dreadful harvest of a death-bed doom!

There---go---begin---its complex windings trace,
Restrain its fury, and its pride abafe.
Deep in the duft before thee let it lie,
Hang on thy hand, and watch the fpeaking eye.
Next, purge its dross from lucre's filth refind,
Transform its paffions, and its ardor bind.
Command its motions, and subdue its will,
Arrest the stars, and bid the sun stand still.
Till then be mute; nor rash presume to arraign
Unerring wisdom, or its acts restrain.
As tho thy skill could mark where she had stray'd,
Should stand corrected, or be disobey’d.
As error's forın had duped her vagrant eye,
Impos'd its own, and made her stamp a lye.
This right; this wrong; now shake the reptile rod;
While worms, abandon'd, criminate their GOD.
Judge him unwise, unrighteous, or unjust,
Tho'winds his chariots, and the stars as duft:

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His paths mysterious, and his face unseen,
E'en angels ideots, and the heavens unclean!

Turn then thine eyes on wisdom's fairer plan,
To frailty suited, and defign'd for man.
To teach him wisdom, and in that to know
His fall how deep, his wretchedness how low!
To fave from ruin, as she makes him wife,
And hide destruction from the stranger's eyes.

REDEMPTION's scheme; mysterious, yet benign;
Where equal grace and equal glory shine.
Where all is mild, compassionate, and free,
Its burthen, light; its bondage, LIBERTY.
Where mercy's bowels with compassion roll,
And more than move with pity to the soul..
For this her patience, and her meek delay,
Her firm resolve; her aim to turn away
The impending sword from off the victim's head,
Mark'd by its point, and counted as for dead.
For this in heaven ten thousand ardors rise,
Form here our hope, and there its paradise.
Point to the cross from whence salvation flows;
A GOD incarnate, and in Him repose !

Hail, GOLGOTH', hail ! and hail, thou CALVARY!
All hail the cross, and hail its mystery !
Hail Him who suffer’d, and by suffering freed
A convict world, whom justice doom'd to bleed!
Evictive faith! the sum of things unseen,
God's high attest and evidence to men ;
Medium of fight that chears the fullen breast,
Turns doubt to vision and Jespair to rest.

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Conveys remiffion, and its seal confirms,
While grateful love the conscious bosom warms.
Compassion's hand dries up the falling tear,
Forbids confufion, and precludes his fear,
With trembling joy the convert hides his face,
And gives the glory where he found the grace.
Demonstrate this (where-e'er it deigns to fall)
“ That man is nothing, and that, 'Thou art ALL!”

Thus from THYSELF, and from thy wil! proceeds
Whate'er protects us, or whatever feeds :
From thee, the fountain, all our bleffings come,
The martyr's laurel, or th' apostate's doom.
All things that life, all things that death infpire;
The first averfion, and the last defire,

" O let me die, the son of Peor said,
(And as he spake he bow'd his hoary head)
“ O let me die, the righteous death, divine ;
“ My hope with ISRAEL, and his end be mine!”

Yet once again---from the all fovereign boon,
E'en they yet live, whose lives affront thy throne.
Who spurn thy being, or its power defy,
Shock their own sense, and give that sense the lye.
Base to dispute, what reason might impart,
Truth to the head, and terror to the heart.
Whose impious breasts, ingrate, disdain to know,
From whence their beings, or their bleffings flow:
Tho’ from thy hand, alike on all bestow'd
The partial evil, or the impartial good.

No difference here; alike on each ; on all
Thy suns arise, thy showers prolific fall.

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COMPLAINT! be mute---the future must decide
Great wisdom's plan, and each his fate divide.
Difference immense ! immense their different lot,
Who serv'd their God, from theirs who serv'd him not!
In that last day, when justice ends the strife,
Marks these for ruin, and feals those to life!
Mean time, as weigh’d in heaven's eternal scales,
Now vengeance triumphs, and now love prevails.
Each poifing each preserves the balance still,
Shews the design, and executes her will.
The threat'ning bolt, that glowing in her hand
(Redden'd with wrath) appalls a guilty land.
The heart-felt panic that pervades the whole
(Electric stroke that shocks the double pole)
War's baleful thunders, bellowing their alarms,
The clang of clarions, and the clash of arms.
Plague, earthquake, famine, pestilence, and pain,
That speak his justice, and his laws maintain.
Engines of wrath, and magazines of ire,
A second deluge, or Gomorrah's fire ;
(Fierce as it burns, and fiercer still to feel)
From Ætna's summit to the lowest hell,
Are but the shades of her vindictive doom,
Prophetic preludes of yet worse to come!

But heaven relents; repeals her own decree,
And nature shouts her rescued destiny.
Who (mote her sons, now bids their terrors cease ;
And with a world's, restores Britannia's peace.
Whose hope reviv'd for future blessings sues,
And every morn her every

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