Of laughter his compunctions are sincere fat .} And seems dethron'd and vanquish'd. Peace ensues, r "Hath God indeed giv'n appetites to man, 66 And stor❜d the Earth so plenteously with means, 66 To gratify the hunger of his wish; 66 And doth he reprobate, and will he damn. The use of his own bounty? making first So frail a kind, and then enacting laws So strict, that less than perfect must despair? Falsehood! which whoso but suspects of truth "Dishonours God, and makes a slave of man. 66 And gesture they propound to our belief? 66 Nay-conduct hath the loudest tongue. The voice "Is but an instrument, on which the priest 66 May play what tune he pleases. In the deed, 66 The unequivocal, authentic deed, We find sound argument, we read the heart." Such reas'nings (if that name must needs belong T'excuses in which reason has no part) Serve to compose a spirit well inclin'd, To live on terms of amity with vice, And sin without disturbance. Often urg'd, (As often as libidinous discourse Exhausted, he resorts to solemn themes Of theological and grave import) They gain at last his unreserv'd assent; He slights the strokes of conscience. Nothing moves, Vain tamp'ring has but foster'd his disease; Haste now, philosopher, and set him free. vowel Charm the deaf serpent wisely. Make him hearṇA Of rectitude and fitness, moral truth How lovely, and the moral sense how sure,ow s Consulted and obey'd, to guide his steps novedt af Directly to the FIRST AND ONLY FAIR. 1933 aqas 10 Spare not in such a cause. Spend all the pow'rs Of rant and rhapsody in virtue's praise : Be most sublimely good, verbosely grand,¶ And with poetic trappings grace thy prose, don held Till it outmantle all the pride of verse. 199 Ah, tinkling cymbal, and high sounding brass, 119d'I' Smitten in vain! such music cannot charm buor The eclipse, that intercepts truth's heav'nly beat, T And chills and darkens a wide-wand'ring soul. svið The STILL SMALL VOICE is wanted. He must speak, T Whose word leaps forth at once to it's effect; Ma Who calls for things that are not, and they come. I' Grace makes the slave a freeman. 'Tis a change, That turns to ridicule the turgid speech And stately tone of moralists, who boast, og gith As if, like him of fabulous renown, They had indeed ability to smooth trid.wt nW DIÀ The shag of savage nature, and were each rudnos nl An Orpheus, and omnipotent in song :o) of crisis 100 But transformation of apostate man of duw low of From fool to wise, from earthly to divinebne (1502 ST Is work for Him that made him. He alone, Patriots have toil'd, and in their country's cause Bled nobly; and their deeds, as they deserve, Receive proud recompense. We give in charge Their names to the sweet lyre. Th' historic muse, Proud of the treasure, marches with it down To latest times; and Sculpture, in her turn, Gives bond in stone and ever-during brass To guard them, and t' immortalize her trust: But fairer wreaths are due, though never paid, To those, who, posted at the shrine of Truth, Have fall'n in her defence. A patriot's blood, Well spent in such a strife, may earn indeed, And for a time ensure, to his lov'd land The sweets of liberty and equal laws; But martyrs struggle for a brighter prize And win it with more pain. Their blood is shed Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, Yet few remember them. They liv'd unknown, And chas'd them up to Heav'n. Their ashes flew T The tyranny, that doom'd them to the fire,,..T But gives the glorious suff'rers little praise*. PA He is the freeman, whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves beside. There's not a chain, That hellish foes, confed'rate for his harm, Can wind around him, but he casts it off, With as much ease as Samson his green withes. He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and though poor perhaps, compar'd With those whose mansions glitter in his sight Calls the delightful scen'ry all his own. His are the mountains, and the vallies his, H |