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Where bold Inquiry, diving out of sight,
Brings many a precious pearl of truth to light;
Where naught eludes the persevering quest
That fashion, taste, or luxury, suggest.

But, above all, in her own light array'd,
See Mercy's grand apocalypse display'd!
The sacred book no longer suffers wrong,
Bound in the fetters of an unknown tongue;
But speaks with plainness, art could never mend,
What simplest minds can soonest comprehend.
God gives the word, the preachers throng around,
Live from his lips, and spread the glorious sound:
That sound bespeaks Salvation on her way,
The trumpet of a life-restoring day;
"Tis heard where England's eastern glory shines,
And in the gulfs of her Cornubian mines.
And still it spreads. See Germany send forth
Her sons* to pour it on the farthest north :
Fir'd with a zeal peculiar, they defy
The rage and rigour of a polar

sky, And plant successfully sweet Sharon’s rose On icy plains, and in eternal snows.

0, blest within th’ enclosure of your rocks, Nor herds have ye to boast, nor bleating flocks; No fertilizing streams your

fields divide, That show revers'd the villas on their side ; No groves have ye; no cheerful sound of bird, Or voice of tạrtle, in your land is heard; Nor grateful eglantine regales the smell Of those, that walk at ev'ning where ye dwell : But Winter, arm’d with terrors here unknown, Sits absolute on his unshaken throne; Piles his stores amidst the frozen waste, And bids the mountains he has built stand fast; Beckons the legions of his storms away From happier scenes, to make your land a prey ;



# The Moravian Missionaries in Greenland. See Crantz.

Proclaims the soil a conquest he has won,
And scorns to share it with the distant sun.
Yet Truth is yours, remote, unenvied isle !
And Peace, the genuine offspring of her smile;
The pride of letter'd Ignorance, that binds
In chains of error our accomplish'd minds,
That decks, with all the splendour of the true,
A false religion is unknown to you.
Nature, indeed, vouchsafes for our delight
The sweet vicissitudes of day and night;
Soft airs and genial moisture feed and cheer
Field, fruit, and flow'r, and ev'ry creature here;
But brighter beams than his who fires the skies,
Have ris’n at length on your admiring eyes,
That shoot into your darkest caves the day,
From which our nicer optics turn away:

Here see th’ encouragement Grace gives to vice,
The dire effect of mercy without price !
What were they? what some fools are made by art,
They were by nature, atheists, head and heart.

The gross idolatry blind heathens teach Was too refin’d for them, beyond their reach. Not e’en the glorious Sun, though men revere The monarch most, that seldom will appear, And tho' his beams, that quicken where they shine, May claim some right to be esteem'd divine, Not een the sun, desirable as rare, Could bend one knee, engage one votary there; They were, what base Credulity believes True Christians are, dissemblers, drunkards, thieves. The full-gorg'd savage, at his nauseous feast, Spent half the darkness, and snor'd out the rest, Was one, whom Justice, on an equal plan, Denouncing death upon

the sins of man, Might almost have indulg'd with an escape, Chargeable only with a human shape.

What are they now ?_Morality may spare Her grave concern, her kind suspicions there ;


The wretch,who once sang wildly,danc'd,and laugh’d,
And suckd in dizzy madness with his draught,
Has wept a silent flood, revers’d his ways,
Is sober, meek, benevolent, and prays,
Feeds sparingly, communicates his store,
Abhors the craft he boasted of before,
And he that stole, has learn’d to steal no more.
Well spake the prophet, Let the desert sing,
Where sprang the thorn, the spiry fir shall spring,
And where unsightly and rank thistles grew,
Shall grow the myrtle and luxuriant yew.

Go now, and with important tone demand
On what foundation virtue is to stand,
If self-exhorting claims be turn'd adrift,

be grace indeed, and life a gift;
The poor reclaim'd inhabitant, his eyes
Glist’ning at once with pity and surprise,
Amaz'd that shadows should obscure the sight
Of one, whose birth was in a land of light,
Shall answer, Hope, sweet Hope, has set me free,
And made all pleasures else mere dross to me.

These, amidst scenes as waste as if denied The common care that waits on all beside, Wild as if Nature there, void of all good, Play'd only gambols in a frantic mood (Yet charge not heav'nly skill with having plannid À plaything world, unworthy of his hand), Can see his love, though secret evil lurks In all we touch, stamp'd plainly on his works, Deem life a blessing with its num’rous woes, Nor spurn away a gift a God bestows. Hard task, indeed, o'er arctic seas to roam! Is hope exotic? grows it not at home ? Yes, but an object, bright as orient morn, May press the eye too closely to be borne ; A distant virtue we can all confess, It hurts our pride, and moves our envy, less.



Leuconomus (beneath well-sounding Greek
I slur a name a poet must not speak)
Stood pilloried on Infamy's high stage,
And bore the pelting score of half an age;

butt of slander and the blot
For ev'ry dart that Malice ever shot.
The man that mentioned him at once dismiss'd
All mercy from his lips, and sneer'd and hiss’d;
His crimes were such as Sodom never knew,
And Perjury stood up to swear all true;
His aim was mischief, and his zeal pretence,
His speech rebellion against common sense;
A knave, when tried on honesty's plain rule;
And when by that of reason, a mere fool;
The world's best comfort was, his doom was pass'd,
Die when

he might, he must be damn’d at last.
Now, Truth, perform thine office; waft aside
The curtain drawn by Prejudice and Pride,
Reveal, (the man is dead) to wond'ring eyes
This more than monster, in his proper guise.
He lov'd the World that hated him : the tear
That dropp'd upon his Bible was sincere:
Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife,
His only answer was a blameless life;
And he that forg'd, and he that threw the dart,
Had each a brother's int’rest in his heart.
Paul's love of Christ, and steadiness unbrib’d,
Were copied

close in him, and well transcrib’d.
He follow'd Paul; his zeal a kindred flame,
His apostolic charity the same.
Like him, cross'd cheerfully tempestuous seas,
Forsaking country, kindred, friends, and ease :
Like him he labour'd, and like him content
To bear it, suffer'd shame where'er he went.
Blush, Calumny! and write upon his tomb,
If honest Eulogy can spare thee room,
Thy deep repentance of thy thousand lies,
Which, aim'd at him, have pierc'd th' offended skies!



And say, Blot out my sin, confess'd, deplor'd,
Against thine image, in thy saint, O Lord!

No blinder bigot, I maintain it still,
Than he who must have pleasure, come what will :
He laughs, whatever weapon Truth may draw,
And deems her sharp artillery mere straw.
Scripture indeed is plain; but God and he
On Scripture ground are sure to disagree ;
Some wiser rule must teach him how to live,
Than this his Maker has seen fit to give;
Supple and flexible as Indian cane,
To take the bend his appetites ordain;
Contriv'd to suit frail Nature's crazy case,
And reconcile his lusts with saving grace.
By this, with nice precision of design,
He draws


map a zigzag line,
That shows how far 'tis safe to follow sin,
And where his danger and God's wrath begin.
And this he forms, as pleas'd he sports along,
His well-pois’d estimate of right and wrong;
And finds the modish manners of the day,
Though loose, as harmless as an infant's play.

Build by whatever plan Caprice decrees,
With what materials, on what ground you please;
Your hope shall stand unblam'd, perhaps admir’d,
If not that hope the Scripture has requir’d.
The strange conceits, vain projects, and wild dreams,
With which hypocrisy for ever teems
(Though other follies strike the public eye,
And raise a laugh), pass unmolested by ;
But if, unblameable in word and thought,
A man arise, a man whom God has taught,
With all Elijah's dignity of tone,
And all the love of the belov'd John,
To storm the citadels they build in air,
And smite th’untemper'd wall; 'tis death to spare.
To sweep away all refuges of lies,
And place, instead of quirks themselves devise,

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