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Rais'd, as ancient prophets were,
In heav'nly vision, praife, and pray'r;
Pleasing all men, hurting none,
Pleas'd and hlefs'd with God alone:
Then while the gardens take my sight
With all the colour) of delight;
While silver waters glide along,
To pleafe my ear, and court my fong:
I'll lift my voice, and tune my string,
And thee, Great Source of Nature, sing.
The fun that walks his airy way,
To light the world, and give the day;
The moon that fhines with horrow'd light
The stars that gild the gloomy night;
The feas that roll unnumher'd waves;
The wood that fpreads its shady leaves;
The sield whofe ears conceal the grain,
The vellow treafure of the plain:
All of thefe, and all I lee,
Should he fung, and fung hy me:
They fpeak their Maker as they can,
But want and ask the tongue of man.

Go, fearch among your idle dreams,
Your hufy or your vain extremes;
And sind a life of equal hlifs,
Or own the next hegun in this.

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CHARITY.

A PARAPHRASE ON 1 CORINTHIANS Xllk

Bid fweeter sounds adorn my flowing tongue,
Than ever man pronounc'd, or angels fung:
Had I all knowledge, human and divine,
That thought can reach, or fcience can desine;
And had 1 powY to give that knowledge birth,
In all the fpeeches of the babbling earth:
Did Shadrach's zeal my glowing.breast infpire,
To weary tortures, and rejoice in sire;
Or had I faith like that which Ifrael faw,
When Mofes gave them miracles and law;
Yet, gracious Charity, indulgent guest,
Vfere not thy pow'r exerted in my breast,
Those fpeeches would fend up unheeded pray'r, -
That scorn of lite would be but wild defpair:
A cymbal's found were better than my voice;
My faith were form, my eloquence were noife.

Charity, decent, modest, eafy, kind,
Softens the high, and rears the abject mind;
Knows with just reins, and gentle hand to guide.
Betwixt vile fliame, and arbitrary pride:
Not foon provok'd, ihe easily forgives,
And much fhe fussers, as fhe much believes:
Soft peace Ihe brings wherever ihe arrives;
She builds our tjuietj as flic forms our lives;

lays the rough paths pf peevilh nature even, And opens in each heart a little heaven.

Each other gift, which God on man beftows, Its proper bounds and due restriction knows; , To one sixt purpofe dedicates its pow'r, And sinifhing its act, exists no more. Thus, in obedience to what Heav'n decrees, Knowledge fhall fail, and prophecy shall ceafc: But lastiog Charity's more ample fway, Nor bound by time, nor fubject to decay, In happy triumph ihnll for ever live, And endlefs good dissufe, and endlefs praife receive.

As through the artist\ intervening glafs,
Our eye obferves the distant planets pafs;
A little we difcover; but alldw
That more iem;n:is unfeen than art can fhow;
So whilst our mihds its hnowledge would improve
(It . seeble eye intent on things above)
High as we may, we lift our reafon up,
Ey Faith directed, and confirm'd by Hope:
Yet are we able only to fuKey
Bawnings ot beams, and promifes of day.
Hcav\i's fuller effluence mocks our dazzled sight;
Too great its fwiftnefs, and too strong its light.

Eut foon it$ mediate clouds lhall be difpell'd:
The Sun fhall foon be face to face beheld,
In all his robes, with all his glory on,
Seated fublime on his meridian throne.
Then couJif at Faith and holy Hupe fnail die,
One lef! in certainty, aud one in joy:
W lat 1st thou, moru happy pow'r, fair Charity,
Triumphant ^fe, greatest of the three,

Thy office and thy nature still the fame,
Lasting thy lamp, and unconfum'd thy flame,
Shalt still furvive ——
Shalt stand before the host of heav'n confest,
For ever blesfmg, and for ever blest.

THE CONVERSATION.

A,TALE.

ITr always has been thought difcrete,

To know the company you meet;

And fure there may be fecret danger,

In talking much before a stranger.

"Agreed—what then?" Then drink your ale

I'll pledge you, and repeat my tale.

No matter where the fcene is nxt: The perfons were but oddly niixt • When fober Damon thus began (And Damon is a clever man :) "I now grow old; but still, from youth, 4' Have held for Modesty and Truth. '' The men, who by thefe fea-marks steer, "In life's great voyage never err; ** Upon this point I dare defy 4t The world. I paufe for a reply.''

* Sir, either is a good alsistant,* Said one who fat a little distant:

* Truth decks our fpeeches and our books J

* And Modesty adorns our looks:

'But farther progrefs we must take:

* Not only born to look aud fpeak:

* The man must act. The Stagy rite

* Says thus, and fays extremely right: 'Strict justice is the fovereign guide,

* That o'er our actions lhould preside;

* This Queen of virtues is contest

* To regulate and bind the rest.

* Thrice happy if you once can sind

* Her equal balance poife your mind;

* All disserent graces foon will enter,

'Like lines concurrent to their centre.'

'Twas thus, in lhort, thefe two went on, With Yea and Nay, and Pro and CON, Through many points divinely dark, And Waterland assaulting Clarke; Till, In theology half lost, Damon took up the Evening-Post; Confounded Spam, compos'd the North, And deep in politics held forth.

"Mcthinks we're in the like condition, *' As at the Treaty of Partition: "That stoke, for all King William's care, '' Begat another tedious war. "Matthew, who knew the whole intrigue, "Ne'er much approv'd that mystic league: "In the vile Utrecht Treaty too, '* Poor man! he found enough to do. "Sometimes to me he did apply; "But down-right Dunstable was I, •* And told him where they were mistaken; "And counfel'd him to fave his bacon; w But (pafs his politics and profe) l' I never herded w ith his foes $

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