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By which Heav'n moves in pard'ning guilty man;
Distinguish'd much by reason, and still more-
Rarely exemplified among
BY THE SAME.
"HE groans of nature in this nether world,
Which Heav'n has heard for ages, have an end. Foretold by prophets, and by poets sụng, Whose fire was kindled at the prophets' lamp, The time of reft, the pronrised fabbath comes. Six thousand years of sorrow have well nigh Fulfilled their tardy and disastrous course Over a sinful world. And what remains Of this tempestuous state of human things, Is merely as the working of a sea Before a calm, that rocks itself to rest. For he whose car the winds are, and the clouds
The dust that waits upon this sultry mārch
Sweet is the harp of prophecy. Too sweet Not to be wrong'd by a mere mortal touch. Nor can the wonders it records, be sung To meanser music, and not fuffer lofs. But when a poet, or when one like me, Happy to rove among poetic flow'rs Though poor in skill to rear them, lights at laft On some fair theme, fome theme divinely fair, Such is the impulse and the fpur he feels To give it praise proportioned to its worth, That not attempt it, arduous as he deems The labor, were à talk more arduous still.
Oh scenes furpaffing fable, and yet true, Scenes of accomplish'd blifs ! which who can fee Though but in diftant profpect, and not feel His soul refresh'd with fortalte of the joy ? Rivers of gladness water all the earth, And clothe all climes with beauty ; the reproach Of bàrreness is past. The fruitful field
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Txüsvout to each other, and the mountain tops
ll nation after nation taught the strain,
blach rolls the rapturous Hosanna round. Lestehold the treasure of the promise filled, kiige Salem bailt, the labour of a Goj!
fright as a fun the sacred city shines ;
All kingdoms and all princes of the earth
Nabaioth, and the flocks of Kedar there ;
Thus heav'n-ward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restord.