By which Heav'n moves in pard'ning guilty man;
And he that shows none, being ripe in years,
And conscious of the outrage he commits,
Shall seek it, and not find it in his turn.

Distinguish'd much by reason, and still more-
By our capacity of grace divine,
From creatures that exist but for our fake,
Which, having serv'd us, perish, we are held
Accountable; and God, some future day,
Will reckon with us roundly for th' abuse
Of what he deems no mean or trivial trust,
Superior as we are, they yet depend
No more on human help, than we on theirs.
Their strength, or speed, or vigilance, were giv'n
In aid of our defects. In some are found
Such teachable and apprehensive parts,
That man's attainments in his own concerns,
Match'd with th' expertness of the brutes in theirs,
Are oft-times vanquish'd and thrown far behind.
Some show that nice fagacity of smell,
And read with such discernment, in the port
And figure of the man, his secret aim,
That oft we owe our safety to a skill
We could not teach, and must despair to learn.
But learn we might, if not too proud to stoop
To quadrupede instructors, many a good
And useful quality, and virtue too

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Rarely exemplified among

ourfelves.
Attachment never to be wean’d or changed
By any change of fortune, proof alike
Against unkindness, absence, and neglect;
Fidelity, that neither bribe por ebreat
Can move or warp, aud gratitude for small
And trivial favors, lalțing as the life,
And glistening even in the dying eye.

PARADISE RESTORED.

BY THE SAME.

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"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
When fin hath mov'd him, and his wrath is hot,
Shall visit carth in mercy ;. Thall descend
Propitious, in his chariot paved with love,
And what his forms have blafted and defaced
For man's revolt, shall with a smile repair.

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
Veistom diftant mountains catch the flying joy,

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
Stflock to that light; the glory of all lands
aaFlows into her, unbounded is her joy
And endless her increase. Thy rams are there

Nabaioth, and the flocks of Kedar there ;
The looms of Ormus, and the mines of Ind.
And Saba's spicy groves pay tribute there.
Praise is in all her gates. Upon her walls,
And in her streets, and in her fpacious courts
Is heard salvation. Eastern Java there ·
Kneels with the native of the farthest West,
And Æthiopia spreads abroad the hand
And worships. Her report has travell’d forth
Into all lands. From every clime they come
To see thy beauty and to share thy joy,
O Sion ! an assembly such as earth
Saw never, such as Heav'n stoops down to see.

Thus heav'n-ward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restord.