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Insult the banish'd Wanderer : On the goes
Now turn your Eyes to yon sweet-smelling Bow'r, Where Aufh'd with all the Infolence of Wealth Sits pamper'd Vice! for him the Arabian Gale Breathes forth delicious Odours ; Gallia's Hills For him pour Nectar from the purple Vine; Nor think for these he pays the Tribute due To Heav'n: Of Heaven he never names the Name, Save when with Imprecations dark and dire He points his Jeft obscene. Yet buxom Health Sits on his rosy Cheek; yet Honour gilds His high Exploits; and downy-pinion's Sleep Sheds a soft Opiate o'er his peaceful Couch.
See'st thou this, righteous Father! See'st thou this, And wilt thou ne’er repay? Shall Good and Ill Be carried undistinguish'd to the Land Where all Things are forgot ;-Ah! no; the Day Will come, when Virtue from the Cloud shall burst That long obscur'd her Beams; when Sin shall fly Back to her native Hell; there sink eclips'd In penal Darkness; where no Star shall rise, Nor eyer Sunshine pierce th' impervious Gloom.
The GREAT TRIBUNAL.
N that great Day the folemn Trump shall
found, (That Trump which once in Heaven, on Man's
Revolt Convok'd th' astonish'd Seraphs ;) at whose Voice Th’unpeopled Graves shall pour forth all their Dead. Then shall th' assembled Nations of the Earth From ev'ry Quarter at the Judgment Seat Unite; Egyptians, Babylonians, Greeks, Parthians; and they who dwell on Tyber's Banks, Names fam’d of old: or who of later Age, Chinese and Ruffian, Mexican and Turk, Tenant the wide Terrene ; and they who pitch Their Tents on Niger's Banks; or where the Sun Pours on Golconda's Spires his early Light, Drink Ganges' sacred Stream. At once shall rise Whom distant Ages to each others Sight Had long denied : Before the Throne shall kneel Some great Progenitor, while at his Side Stands his Descendant through a thousand Lines. Whate'er their Nation, and whate'er their Rank, Heroes and Patriarchs, Slaves and sceptered Kings, With equal Eye the God of All shall fee, And judge with equal Love.
The End of the WORLD. .
Ow fall the Muse, her Numbers all too weak,
Tell how that restless Element of Fire Shall wage with Seas and Earth intestine War, And deluge all Creation? Whether (fo
Some think) the Comet, as thro' Fields of Air
Thebes Open'd her hundred Portals ? _Tell me where Stood Sea-girt Albion -Where Imperial Rome Propt by seven Hills, fat like a scepter'd Queen, And aw'd the tributary World to Peace? Shew me the Rampart, which o’er many a Hill Thro' many a Valley ftretch'd its wide Extent, Rais'd by that mighty Monarch, to repel The roving Tartar, when with Insult rude 'Gainst Pekin's Towers he bent th' unerring Bow.
But what is mimic Art? ev'n Nature's Works, Seas, Meadows, Pastures, the meand'ring Streams, And everlasting Hills shall be no more.
No more shall Teneriff cloud-piercing Height
Such is that awful, that tremendous Day, Whose Coming who hall tell ? for as a Thief Unheard, unseen, it steals with filent Pace Thro' Night's dark Gloom.
Perhaps as here I fit, And rudely carol these incondite Lays, Soon shall the Hand be check’d, and dumb the Mouth That lisps the fault'ring Strain.--0! máy it ne’er Intrude unwelcome on an ill-fpent Hour ;
But find me wrapt in Meditations high,
“ Power supreme ! " O everlasting King ! to Thee I kneel, “ To Thee I lift my Voice. With fervent Heat “ Melt all ye Elements! And Thou, high Heaven, Shrink, lik a shrivellid Scroll! But think, o
“ Lord, « Think on the best, the noblest of thy Works ; “ Think on thine own bright Image! Think on
“ Him • Who dy'd to save us from thy righteous Wrath ; " And 'midft the Wreck of Worlds remember