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Can Nature add a charm, or Art confer
A Dew-foand luxury not been in her?
Where under heaven is pleasure more pursued,
Or where does cold reflection less intrude ?
Her fields a rich expanse of wavy corn,
Pour'd out from Plenty's overflowing horn:
Ambrosial gardens, in which Art supplies
The fervour and the force of Indian skies;
Her peaceful shores, where busy Commerce waits
To poar his golden tide through all her gates ;
Whom fiery suns, that scorch the russet spice
Of eastern groves, and oceans floor'd with ice,
Porbid in vain to push his daring way
To darker climes, or climes of brighter day;
Whom the winds waft where'er the billows roll,
From the world's girdle to the frozen pole;
The chariots bounding in her wheel-worn streets,
Her vaults below, where every vintage meets ;
Her theatres, her revels, and her sports;
The scenes to which not youth alone resorts,
age, in spite of weakness and of pain,
Still haunts, in hope to dream of youth again;
All speak her happy: let the muse look round
From east to west, no sorrow can be found:
Or caly what, in cottages confined,
Sighs unregarded to the passing wind.
Then wherefore weep for England ? What appears
In England's case, to move the muse to tears ?
The prophet wept for Israel ; wish'd his eyes Were fountains fed with infinite supplies : Por Israel dealt in robbery and wrong; There were the scorner's and the slanderer's tongue; Oaths, used as playthings or convenient tools, As interest biass'd knaves, or fashion fools ; Adultery, neighing at his neighbour's door; Oppression, labouring hard to grind the pos; The partial balance, and deceitful weight; The treacherous smile, a mask for secret bate ; Hypocrisy, formality in prayer, And the dull service of the lip were there. Her women, insolent, and self-caress'd, By vanity's unwearied finger dress'd,
Forgot the blush, that virgin fears impart
To modest cheeks, and borrow'd one from art;
Were just such trifles, without worth or use,
As silly pride and idleness produce;
Curl'd, scented, furbelow'd, and flounced around,
With feet too delicate to touch the ground,
They stretch'd the neck, and roll’d the wanton eyon
And sigh'd for every fool that flutter'd by.
He saw his people slaves to every lust,
Lewd, avaricious, arrogant, unjust;
He heard the wheels of an avenging God
Groan heavily along the distant road;
Saw Babylon set wide her two-leaved brass
To let the military deluge pass ;
Jerusalem a prey, her glory soil'd,
Her princes captive, and her treasures spoil'd;
Wept till all Israel heard his bitter cry,
Stamp'd with his foot, and smote upon his thigh:
But wept, and stamp'd, and smote his thigh in vain
Pleasure is deaf when told of future pain,
And sounds prophetic are too rough to suit
Ears long accustom’d to the pleasing lute;
They scorn'd bis inspiration and his theme,
Pronounced him frantic, and his fcars a dream;
With self-indulgence wing'd the fleeting hours,
Till the foe found them, and down fell their towers.
Long time Assyria bound them in her chain,
Till penitence had purged the public stain,
And Cyrus, with relenting pity moved,
Return'd them happy to the land they loved ;
There, proof against prosperity, awhile
They stood the test of her insnaring smile,
And bad the grace in scenes of peace to shew
The virtue they had learn’d in scenes of woe.
But man is frail, and can but ill sustain
Along immunity from grief and pain ;
And after all the joys that Plenty leads,
With tiptoe step Vice silently succeeds.
When he that ruled them with a shepherd's mod,
In form a man, in dignity a god,
Came, not expected in that humble guise,
To sift and search them with unerring eyes,
He found, conceal'd beneath a fair outside,
The filth of rottenness, and worm of pride ;
their piety a system of deceit,
Scripture employ'd to sanctify the cheat;
The Pharisee the dupe of his own art,
Self-idolized, and yet a knave at heart.
When nations are to perish in their sins,
'Tis in the church the leprosy begins ;
The priest, whose office is with zeal sincere
To watch the fountain, and preserve it clear,
Carelessly nods and sleeps upon the brink,
While others poison what the flock must drink;
Or, waking at the call of lust alone,
Infuses lies and errors of bis own;
His unsuspecting sheep believe it puro;
And, tainted by the very means of cure,
Catch from each other a contagious spot,
The foul fore-runner of a general rot.
Then Truth is hush'd, that Heresy may preach ;
and all is trash, that Reason cannot reach:
Then God's own image on the soul impress'd
Becomes a mockery, and a standing jest ;
And faith, the root whence only can arise
The graces of a life that wins the skies,
Loses at once all value and esteem,
Pronounced by graybeards a pernicious dream
Then Ceremony leads her bigots forth,
Prepared to fight for shadows of no worth,
While truths, on which eternal things depend,
Find not, or hardly find, a single friend :
As soldiers watch the signal of command,
They learn to bow, to kneel, to sit, to stand;
Happy to fill religion's vacant place,
With hollow form, and gesture, and grimace.
Such, when the teacher of his church was there People and priest, the sons of Israel were; Stiff in the letter, lax in the design And import, of their oracles divine ; Their learning legendary, false, absurd And yet exalted above God's own word ; They drew a curse from an intended good, Pufd up with gifts they never understood.
He judged them with as terrible a frown,
As if not love, but wrath, had brought him dowo
Yet he was gentle as soft summer airs,
Had grace for others' sins, but none for theirs;
Through all he spoke a noble plainness ran-
Rhetoric is artifice, the work of man;
And tricks and turns, that fancy may devise,
Are far too mean for Him that rules the skies.
The astonish'd vulgar trembled when he tore
The mask from faces never seen before;
He stripp'd the impostors in the noon-day sun,
Shew'd that they follow'd all they seem'd to shuns
Their prayers made public, their excesses kept
As private as the chambers where they slept;
The temple and its holy rites profaned
By mummeries, he that dwelt in it disdain'd, 1
Uplifted hands, that at convenient times
Could act extortion and the worst of crimes,
Wash'd with a neatness scrupulously nice,
And free from every taint but that of vice.
Judgement, however tardy, mends her pace
When Obstinacy once has conquer'd Grace.
They saw distemper heal'd, and life restored,
In answer to the fiat of his word ;
Confess'd the wonder, and with daring tongue
Blasphemed the authority from which it sprung.
They knew by sure prognostics secn on high,
The future tone and temper of the sky;
But, grave dissemblers! could not understand
That Sin let loose speaks Punishment at hand.
Ask now of history's authentic page,
And call up evidence from every age ;
Display with busy and laborious hand
The blessings of the most indebted land;
What nation will you find, whose annals provo
So rich an interest in Almighty love ?
Where dwell they now, where dwelt in ancient day
A people planted, water'd, bless'd as they?
Let Egypt's plagues and Canaan's woes proclaim
The favours pour'd upon the Jewish name ;
Their freedom purchased for them at the cost
Of all their hard oppressors valued most;
Their title to a country not their own
Made sure by prodigies till then unknown;
Por them the states they left made waste and void ;
For them the states to which they went destroy'd;
A cloud to measure out their march by day,
By night a fire to cheer the gloomy way;
That moving signal summoning, when best,
Their host to move, and when it stay'd to rest.
For them the rocks dissolved into a flood;
The dews condensed into angelic food,
Their very garments sacred, old yet new,
And Time forbid to touch them as he flew ;
Streams, swell'd above the bank, enjoin'd to stand,
While they pass'd through to their appointed land
Their leader arm’d with meekness, zeal, and lovo,
And graced with clear credentials from above ;
Themselves secured beneath the Almighty wingi
Their God, their captain," lawgiver, and king;
Crown'd with a thousand victories, and at last
Lords of the conquer'd soil—there rooted fast;
In peace possessing what they won by war,
Their name far publish'd, and revered as far;
Where will you find a race like theirs, endow'd
With all that man e'er wish'd, or Heaven bestow'd 1
They, and they only, amongst all mankind,
Received the transcript of the Eternal Mind ;
Were trusted with his own engraven laws,
And constituted guardians of his cause ;
Theirs were the prophets, theirs the priestly call,
And theirs by birth the Saviour of us all.
In vain the nations, that had seen them rise
With fierce and envious, yet admiring, eyes,
Had sought to crush them, guarded as they were
By power divine, and skill that could not err.
Had they maintain d allegiance firm and suro,
And kept the faith immaculate and pure,
Then the proud eagles of all-conquering Rome
Had foand one city not to be o'ercome;
And the twelve standards of the tribes unfurl'd
Had bid defiance to the warring world.