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But grace abused brings forth the foulest deeds
As richest soil the most luxuriant weeds,
Cured of the golden calves, their fathers' sin,
They set up self, that idol god within ;
View'd a Deliv'rer with disdain and hate,
Who left them still a tributary state ;
Seized fast his hand, held out to set them free
From a worse yoke, and nail'd it to the tree;
There was the consummation and the crown,
The flower of Israel's infamy full blown;
Thence date their sad declension and their fall,
Their woes not yet repeal'd, thence date them all.

Thus fell the best instructed in her day,
And the most favour'd land, look where we may
Philosophy indeed on Grecian eyes
Had pour'd the day, and clear'd the Roman skies :
In other climes perbaps creative Art,
With power surpassing theirs, perform'd her part,
Might give more life to marble, or might till
The glowing tablets with a juster skill,
Might shine in fable, and grace idle themes
With all th' embroidery of poetic dreams;
'Twas theirs alone to dive into the plan
That Truth and Mercy had reveal'd to man;
And while the world beside, that plan unknown,
Deified useless wood, or senseless stone
They breath'd in faith their well-directed prayers
And the true God, the God of truth, was theirs.

Their glory faded, and their race dispersed, The last of nations now, though once the first; They warn and teach the proudest, would they learn, Keep wisdom or meet vengeance in your turn : If we escaped not, if Heaven spared not us, Peel'd, scatter'd, and exterminated thus: If Vice received her retribution due, When we were visited, what hope for you 1 When God arises, with an awful frown, To punish lust, or pluck presumption down; When gifts perverted, or not duly prized, Pleasure o'ervalued, and his grace despised, Provoke the vengeance of his righteous hand, To pour down wrath upon a thankless land;

He will be found impartially severe,
Too just to wink, or speak the guilty clear.

Oh, Israel, of all nations most undone !
Thy diadem displaced, thy sceptre gone ;
Thy temple, once thy glory, fallen and razed,
And thou a worshipper e'en where thou may'xt;
Thy services, once holy, without spot,
Mere shadows now, their ancient pomp forgot ;
Thy Levites, once a consecrated host,
No longer Levites, and their lineage lost,
And thou thyself, o'er every country sown,
With none on earth that thou canst call thine

own;
Cry aloud, thou that sittest in the dust,
Cry to the proud, the cruel, and unjust;
Knock at the gates of nations, rouse their fears ;
Say wrath is coming, and the storm appears;
But raise the shrillest cry in British ears.

What ails thee, restless as the waves that roar,
And fling their foam against thy chalky shore ?
Mistress, at least while Providence shall please,
And trident-bearing queen of the wide seas
Why, having kept good faith, and often shewn
Friendship and truth to others, find'st thou none
Thou that hast set the persecuted free,
None interposes now to succour thee.
Countries indebted to thy power, that shine
With light derived from thee, would smother thino :
Thy very children watch for thy disgrace-
A lawless brood, and curse thee to thy face.
Thy rulers load thy credit, year by year,
With sums Peruvian mines could never clear
As if, like arches built with skilful hand,
The more 'twcre press'd the firmer it would stand.

The cry in all thy ships is still the same Speed us away to battle and to fame. Thy mariners explore the wide expanse, Impatient to descry the flags of France; Buy though they fight as thine have ever fought, Return ashamed without the wreaths they sought Thy senate is a scene of civil jar, Cbeos of contrarieties at war;

Where sharp and solid, phlegmatic and light,
Discordant atoms meet, ferment, and fight;
Where Obstinacy takes his sturdy stand,
To disconcert what Policy has plann'd;
Where Policy is busied all night long
In setting right what Faction has set wrong ;
Where flails of oratory thrash the floor,
That yields them chaff and dust, and nothing was in
Thy rack'd inhabitants repine, complain,
Tax'd till the brow of Labour sweats in vain.
War lays a burden on the reeling state,
And reace does nothing to relieve the weight :
Successive loads succeeding broils impose,
And sighing millions prophesy the close.

Is adverse Providence, when ponder'd well,
So dimly writ, or difficult to spell,
Thou canst not read with readiness and ease
Providence adverse in events like these ?
Know then that heavenly wisdom on this ball
Creates, gives birth to, guides, consummates all ;
That, while laborious and quick-thoughted man
Snuffs up the praise of what he seems to plan,
He first conceives, then perfects his design,
As a mere instrument in hands divine :
Blind to the working of that secret power,
That balances the wings of every hour,
The busy trifler dreams himself alone,
Frames many a purpose, and God works his own.
States thrive or wither as moons wax and wane,
E'en as his will and his decrees ordain;
While honour, virtue, piety, bear sway,
They flourish ; and, as these decline, decay:
In just resentment of his injured laws,
He pours contempt on them and on their cause ;
Strikes the rough thread of error right athwart
The web of every scheme they have at heart;
Bids rottenness invade and bring to dust
The pillars of support, in which they trust,
And do his errand of disgrace and shame
On the chief strength and glory of the franie.
None ever yet impeded what he wrought,
None bars him out from his most secret thought

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Darkness itself before his eye is light,
And hell's close mischief naked in his sight.

Stand now and judge thyself-Hast thou incurr'a
His anger, who can waste thee with a word,
Who poises and proportions sea and land,
Weighing them in the hollow of his hand,
And in whose awful sight all nations seem
As grasshoppers, as dust, a drop, a dream
Hast thou (a sacrilege his soul abhors)
Claim'd all the glory of thy prosperous wars ?
Proud of thy fleets and armies, stolen the gem
Of his just praise, to lavish it on them?
Hast thou not learn'd, what thou art often told,
A truth still sacred, and believed of old,
That no success attends on spears and swords
Unbless'd, and that the battle is the Lord's ?
That courage is his creature; and dismay
The post, that at his bidding speeds away,
Ghastly in feature, and his stammering tongue
With doleful rumour and sad presage hung,
To quell the valour of the stoutest heart,
And teach the combatant a woman's part ?
That he bids thousands fly when none pursue,
Saves as he will by many or by few,
And claims for ever, as his royal right,
The event and sure decision of the fight?

Hast thou, though suckled at fair Freedom's breast,
Exported slavery to the conquer'd east ?
Pull'd down the tyrants India served with areas,
And raised thyself a greater, in their stead ?
Gone thither arm'd and hungry, return’d full ;
Fed from the richest veins of the Mogul,
A despot big with power obtain'd by wealth,
And that obtain'd by rapine and by stealth ?
With Asiatic vices stored thy mind,
But left their virtues and thine own behind ?
And, having truck'd thy soul, brought home the fee,
To tempt the poor to sell himself to thee ?

Hast thou by statute shoved from its design
The Saviour's feast, his own bless'd bread and wine,
And made the symbols of atoning grace
An office-key, a picklock to a place,

That infidels may prove their title good
By an oath dipp'd in sacramental blood ?
A blot that will be still a blot, in spite
Of all that grave apologists may write ;
And though a bishop toil to cleanse the stain,
He wipes and scours the silver cup in vain.
And hast thou sworn on every slight pretence,
Till perjuries are common as bad pence,
While thousands, careless of the damning sin,
Kiss the book's outside, who ne'er look'd within ?

Hast thou, when Heaven has cloth'd thee with dis
And, long provoked, repaid thee to thy face (grace,
(For thou hast known eclipses, and endured
Dimness and anguish, all thy beams obscured,
When sin has shed dishonour on thy brow;
And never of a sabler hue than now),
Hast thou, with heart perverse and conscience sear'd,
Despising all rebuke, still persevered,
And having chosen evil, scorn'd the voice
That cried, Repent !-and gloried in thy choice ?
Thy fastings, when calamity at last
Suggest the expedient of a yearly fast,
What mean they? Canst thou dream there is a power
In lighter diet at a later hour,
To charm to sleep the threatening of the skies,
And hide past folly from all-seeing eyes ?
The fast, that wins deliverance, and suspends
The stroke, that a vindictive God intends,
Is to renounce hypocrisy; to draw
Thy life upon the pattern of the law;
To war with pleasure, idolized before ,
To vanquish lust, and wear its yoke no more.
All fasting else, whate'er be the pretence,
Is wooing mercy by renew'd offence.

Hast thou within the sin, that in old time Brought fire from heaven, the sex-abusing crime, Whose horrid perpetration stamps disgrace, Baboons are free from, upon human race? Think on the fruitful and well-water'd spot, That fed the locks and herds of wealthy Lot, Where Paradise seem'd still vouchsafed on earth, Burning and scorch'd into perpetual dearth,

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