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Insult the banish'd Wanderer : On the goes
Neglected and forlorn : Disease, and Cold,
And Famine, worst of Ills, her Steps attend :
Yet patient, and to Heav'ns jult Will resign'd,
She ne'er is seen to weep, or heard to figh.

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 Jest obscene. Yet buxom Health Sits on his rosy Cheek; yet Honour gilds His high Exploits; and downy-pinion'd 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 undiftinguish'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 Ay Back to her native Hell; there fink eclips'd In penal Darkness; where no Star shall rise, Nor eyer Sunshine pierce th' impervious Gloom.

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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
Lawless he wanders, shall rush headlong on,
Thwarting th' Ecliptic where th' unconscious Earth
Rolls in her wonted Course ; whether the Sun
With Force centripetal into his Orb
Attract her long reluctant ; or the Caves,
Those dread Volcanos where ungend'ring lye
Sulphureous Minerals, from their dark Abyss
Pour Streams of liquid Fire ; while from above,
As erst on Sodom, Heav'n's averging Hand
Rains fierce Cumbuftion.- -Where are now the

Of Art, the Toil of Ages ? Where are now
Th’Imperial Cities, Sepulchres, and Domes,
Trophies and Pillars ? Where is Egypt's Boast,
Those lofty Pyramids which high in Air
Reard their aspiring Heads, to distant Times
Of Memphian Pride, a lasting Monument ?
Tell me where Athens rais'd her Towers ?-Where

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
O'er-hang th' Atlantic Surge.-Nor that fam'd Clif
Thro’ which the Persian steer'd with many a Sail
Throw to the Lemnian Isle its Evening Shade
O'er half the wide Ægean .-Where's Ararat,
That Hill on which the faithful Patriarch's Ark,
Which feven long Months had voyag'd o'er its Top,
First rested, when the Earth with all her Sons,
As now by streaming Cataracts of Fire,
Was whelm’d by mighty Waters ? - All at once
Are vanilh'd and diffolv'd; no Trace remains,
No Mark of vain Distinction : Heaven itself
That azure Vault with all those radiant Orbs
Sinks in the universal Ruin loft-
No more shall Planets round their central Sun
Move in harmonious Dance ; no more the Moon
Hang out her Silver Lamp; and those fix'd Stars
Spangling the golden Canopy of Night,
Which oft the Tuscan with his optic Glass
Call’d from their wond'rous Height, to read their

And magnitude, fome winged Minister
Shall quench ; and (fureft Sign that all on Earth
Is loft) fhail rend from Heaven the mystic Bow.

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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,
Hymning my great Creator !

“ 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

* Man."


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