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Oh welcome now, the fun's once hated light,
His noon-day beams were never half so bright,
Not kindred minds alone are call'd t' employ
Their hours, their days, in lift'ning to his joy,
Unconscious nature, all that he furveys,

Rocks, groves, and streams, muft join him in his praise.

These are thy glorious works, eternal truth, The fcoff of wither'd age and beardless youth; These move the cenfure and illib'ral grin,

of fools that hate thee and delight in fin:

But these shall last when night has quench'd the pole,

And heav'n is all departed as a scroll:

And when, as justice has long fince decreed,

This earth fhall blaze, and a new world fucceed,

Then these thy glorious works, and they who share,
That Hope which can alone exclude despair,
Shall live exempt from weakness and decay,
The brightest wonders of an endless day.

Happy the bard, (if that fair name belong
To him that blends no fable with his fong)
Whofe lines uniting, by an honeft art,
The faithful monitor's and poet's part,

Seek to delight, that they may mend mankind:

And while they captivate, inform the mind :
Still happier, if he till a thankful foil,

And fruit reward his honorable toil:

But

But happier far who comfort those that wait,
To hear plain truth at Judah's hallow'd gate :
Their language fimple, as their manners meek,
No shining ornaments have they to feek,
Nor labour they, nor time nor talents waste,
In forting flowers to fuit a fickle taste;

But while they speak the wisdom of the skies,
Which art can only darken and disguise,
Th' abundant harveft, recompence divine,
Repays their work-the gleaning only, mine.

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CHARITY.

Qua nihil majus meliufve terris
Fata donavere, boniq; divi,

Nec dabunt, quamvis redeant in aurum

Tempora prifcum.

HOR. Lib. IV. Ode II.

FAIREST and foremost of the train that wait,

On man's most dignified and happiest state,
Whether we name thee Charity or love,
Chief grace below, and all in all above,
Profper (I prefs thee with a pow'rful plea)
A task I venture on, impell'd by thee:
Oh never seen but in thy blest effects,

Nor felt but in the foul that heav'n felects;

Who feeks to praise thee, and to make thee known To other hearts, muft have thee in his own.

VOL. I.

H

Come,

Come, prompt me with benevolent defires,
Teach me to kindle at thy gentle fires,

And though difgrac'd and flighted, to redeem
A poet's name, by making thee the theme.
God, working ever on a social plan,

By various ties attaches man to man :
He made at first, though free and unconfin'd,
One man the common father of the kind,
That ev'ry tribe, though plac'd as he sees best,
Where seas or deferts part them from the reft,
Diff'ring in language, manners or in face,
Might feel themselves allied to all the race.
When Cook-lamented, and with tears as just
As ever mingled with heroic dust,

Steer'd Britain's oak into a world unknown,
And in his country's glory fought his own,
Wherever he found man, to nature true,
The rights of man were facred in his view:
He footh'd with gifts and greeted with a smile,
The fimple native of the new-found ifle,

He spurn'd the wretch that flighted or withstood,
The tender argument of kindred blood,
Nor would endure that any fhould controul,
His free-born brethren of the fouthern pole.
But though fome nobler minds a law refpect,
That none fhall with impunity neglect,

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