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That from the smoking altars may arise To hear the wretched in affligion cry,
Clouds of perfumes to the imperial ikies. Or see the guiltless for the guilty die,
His promises stand firm to you,

Than Nero, when the flaming city burn'd,
And endless joys will be beltow'd,

And weeping Romans o'er its ruins mourn'd.
As sure as that there is a God, [pursue. Eternal justice then would be
On all who virtue choose, and righteous paths But everlasting cruelty;

Nor should we more his menaces diftruit, Power vnrestrain d, almighty violence,
For while he is a deity he must

And wildom unconfin'd, but craft immense. (As infinitely good) be infinitely just.

'Tis goodness constitutes bim that be is; But does it with a gracious Godhead suit,

And those Whose mercy is his darling attribute,

Who will ceny him this, To punish crimes that temporary be,

A God without a Deity furpose. And thote but trivial offences too,

When the lewd atheist blaiphemously fwcars, Mere flips of human nature, small and few,

By his tremendous name,
With everlalting misery?

There is no God, but all's a sham; This shocks the mind with deep reflections Infipid tattle, praise, and prayers, fraught,

(thought : Virtue, pretence; and all the lacred rules And Reason bends beneath the ponderous Religion teaches, tricks to cully fools : Crimies take their eftimate from guilt, and grow Justice would strike th'audacious villain dead; More heinous ftill, the more they do incense Bue Mercy, boundleis, saves his guilty head, That God to whom all creatures owe

Gives him protection, and allows him bread. Profoundest reverence :

Does not the finner who'n no danger awes, Though as to that degree they raise

Without restraint, his infamy pursue, The anger of the merciful Most High,

Rejoice, and glory in it too ; We have no standard to discern it by,

Laugh at the Power Divine, and ridicule his laws; But the infligion he on the offender lays.

Labour in vice his rivals to excel, So that if endless punishment on all

That, when he's dead, they may their pupils teil Our unrepented sins must fall,

How wittily the fool was damn'd, how bard be None, not the least, can be accounted small.

fell? That God is in perfection just, must be

Yet this vile wretch in safety lives, Allow'd by all that own a Deity :

Blessings in common with the beit receives; If so, from equity he cannot swerve,

Though he is proud t'afiront the God chole blesNor punish sinners more than they deserve.

fings gives. His will reveal'd, is both express and clear : The cheerful sun his influence Sheds on all, “ Ye cursed of my Father, go

Has no relpect to good or ill; “ To everlasting woe.”

And fruitful showers without distinction fall, If everlasting means eternal here,

Which fields with corn, with grals the pastures, Duration absolutely without end;

fll. Against which sense some zealously contend, The bounteous hand of Heaven bettows That when applied to pains, it only means,

Success and honour many times on thole They Mall ten thousand ages last;

Who scoro his favourites, and carcis his foes. Ten thousand more, perhaps, when they are past;

To this good God, whom my adventurous pen But not eternal in a literal sense :

Has dar'd to celebrate Yet own the pleasures of the just remain

In lofty Pindar's strain;

{weight So long as there's a God exists to reign.

Though with unequal ftrength to bear the Though none can give a solid reason, why Of such a ponderous theme, so infinitely great : The word Eternity,

To this good God, celestial spirits pay, To heaven and hell indifferent join'd,

With ecltacy divine, incessant praise; Should carry sense of a different kind;

While on the glories of his face they gaze, And 'cis a fad experiment to try.

In the bright regions of erernal day.

To him each rational existence here,

Whose brealt one spark of gratitude contains, GOODNESS.

In whom there are the lealt remains

Of piety or fear, But if there be one attribute divine

His tribute brings of jorful sacrifice, With greater lustre than the rest can thine

For pardon prays, and for protection Sies: 'Tis goodness, which we every moment fee

Nay, the inanimate creation give, The Godhead exercise with such dclighe :

By prompe obedience to his word, It seems, it only seems, to be

Infindive honour to their lord, [live. The best-belov'd persection of the Deity,

And shame the thinking world, who in rebellion And more than infinite.

With heaven and earth then, O my soul, udite, Without that, he could never prove

And the great God of both adore and bless, The proper objects of our praise or love.

W'ho gives thee competince, content, and peace, Were he not good, he'd be no more concern'd The only fountains of sincere delight :


That from the transitory joys below,

Alas, Jerusalem! cach spacious Areet Thou by a happy exit may'st remove.

Was once so fill'd, the numerous throng Tu those ineffable above ;

Was forc'd to joftle as they pafs'd-along,
Which from the vision of the Godhead flow, And thousands did with thousands meet ; (treat.
And neither end, decrease, nor interruption know. The darling then of God, and man's belov'd re-

In thee was the bright throne of justice fix'd,
Justice impartial, and vain fraud unmix'd !
She scorn'd the beauties of fallacious gold,

Despising the most wealthy bribes;
ELEAZER'S LAMENTATION OVER But did the sacred balance hold

With godlike faith to all our happy tribes.

Thy well built streets, and every noble square,

Were once with polish'd marble laid,

And all his lofty bulwarks made

With wondrous labour, and with artful care, Alas, Jerusalem! alas! where's now

Thy ponderous gates, surprising to behold,
Thy pristine glory, thy unmatch'd renown, Were cover'd o'er with solid gold;
To which the heathen monarchies did bow ? Whose splendor did fo glorious appear,
Ah, hapless, miserable town!

It ravith'd and amaz'd the eye ;
Where's all thy majesty, thy beauty gone, And strangers passing, to themselves would cry
Thou once most noble, celebrated place,

How thick the bars of mally silver lie ! The joy and the delight of all the earth;

What mighty heaps of wealth are here ! Who gav'lt to godlike princes birth,

O happy people! and still happy be, And bred up heroes, an inimortal race?

Celestial city, from destruction free, Where's now the vast magnificence, which made

May'lt thou enjoy a long, entire prosperity The souls of foreigners 'adore

Thy wondrous brightness, which no more But now, oh wretched, wretched place! Shall shine, but lie in an eternal shade?

Thy streets and palaces are spread Oh misery! where's all her mighty state,

With heaps of carcases, and mountains of the Her splendid train of numerous kings,

dead, Her noble edifices, noble things,

The bleeding relics of the Jewish race ! Which made her seem so eminently great,

Each corner of the town, no vacant space, That barbarous princes in her gates appear’d, But is with breathless bodies fill’d, And wealthy presents, as their tribute, brought, Some by the sword, and some by famine, killid, To court her friendthip? for her strength chey Natives and strangers are together laid : fear'd,

Deach's arrows all at random flew And all her wide protection sought.

Amoogst the crowd, and no diftintion made, But now, ah! now they laugh and cry, But both the coward and the valiant few. See how her lofty buildings lie!

All in one dismal ruin join'd, See how her flaming turrets gild the sky!

(For (words and pestilence are blind

The fair, the good, the brave, no mercy find: Where's all the young, the valiant, and the Those that from far, with joyful hafte, gay,

Came to attend thy festival, That on her festivals were us'd to play.

of the same bicter poison taste, Harmonious tunes, and beautify the day?

And by the black, destructive poison fall;
The glittering troops, which did from far, For the avenging sentence pass'd on all.
Bring home the trophies and the spoils of war, Oh! see how the delight of human eyes
Wbom all the nations round with terror view'd, In horrid desolation lies!
Nor durft their godlike valour try?

See how the burning ruins flame!
Where'er they fought, they certainig subdued, Nothing now left, but a sad, empty name!
And every combat gain'd a vitory.

And the triumphant victor crick,
Ah! where's the house of the Eternal King: This was the sam'd Jerusalem!
The beauteous temple of the Lord of Hofts,
To whose large treafuries our feet did bring

The most obdurate creature must
The gold and jewels of remotest coasts?

griev'd to see thy palaces in dust, There had the infinite Creator plac'd

Those ancient habitations of the juit : His terrible, amazing name,

And could the marble rocks but know And with his more peculiar presence grac'd The miseries of thy fatal overthrow, The heavenly landum, where no mortal came, They'd trive to find some secret way unknown, The high-prieft only; he but once a-year

Maugre the senseless nature of the stone, In that divine aparın en: might appear :

Their piry and concern to shew; So fuil of glory, and to sacred then,

For now, where lofty buildings stood, But now corrupied with the heaps of Nain, Thy fons corrupted carcases are laid : Which [catter'd round with bluod, dcfile the And all by this deftruction made mighty fane.

One common Golgotha, onc field of blood !

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See how those ancient men, who rul'd thy | It Thall be after such a noble way, ftate,

Succeeding ages will with wonder view And made thec happy, made thee great ;

What brave despair compellid us to ! Who sat upon the awful chair

No, we will ne'er survive another day! Of mighty Moles, in long scarlet clad,

Bring then your wives, your children, all The good to cherish, and chastise the bad,

'That's valuable, good, or ar, Now fit in the corrupted air,

With ready hands, and place them here; In filent melancholy, and in sad despair !

They shall unite in one vast funeral. See how their murder'd children found them lie! I know your courages are truly brave, Ah, dismal scene ! hark how they cry!

And dare do any thing but ill : Woe! woe! one beam of mercy give,

Who would an aged father save, Good Heaven! alas, for we would live!

That he may live in chains and be a fave, Be pitiful, and suffer us to die !

Or for remorseless cnemies to kill ? Thus they lament, thus beg for ease;

Let your bold hands then give the fatal blow: While in their feeble, aged arms they hold

For, what at any other time would be 'The bodies of their offspring, stiff and cold, The dire effect of rage and cruelty, "To guard them from the ravenous savages : is mercy, tenderness, and pity, now! Till their incrçasing furrows death perluade This then perform'd, we'll to the battle fis, (For death inust sure with pity sce

And there, amidst our flaughter'd foes, expire. The horrid defolation he has made)

If 'tis revenge and glory you desire, To put a period to all their misery.

Now you may have them, if you dare but die! Thy wretched daughters that survive,

Nay, more, ev'n freedom and eternity!
Are by the heathen kept alive,
Only to gratify their lult,
And then be inix'd with cominon duft.

Oh! insupportable, stupendous woe!
What shall we do? ah! whither shall we go?
Down to the grave, down to those happy shades

Sed omnes una manet nor,
Where all our brave progenitors are blest

“ Ec calcanda femel via lechi," With endless triuniph and eternal reft.



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Thy mournful, sad catastrophe ?
Who can behold thy glorious temple lie
In alhes, and not be in pain to die?
Unhappy, dear Jerusalem! thy woes
Hlave rais'd my griefs to such a vast excess,

Their mighty weight no morral knows,
Thought cannot compreherd, or words express,
Nor can they poflibly, while I survive, be less.

Good Heaven had been extremely kind,
Jf it had ftruck me dead, or struck me blind,
Before this cursed time, this worst of days.
Is death quite tir'd? are all his arrows spent ?
If not, why then so many dull delays?
Quick, quick, let the obliging dari be sent !
Nay, at me only let ten thousand fly,
Whoe'er shall wretchedly survive; that I

May, happily, be sure to die.
Yet still we live, live in excess of pain !

Our friends and relatives are lain!

Nothing but ruins round us fee,
Nothing but defolation, woe, and misery!
Nay, while we thus, with Lleeding hearts, com-

Our enemies without prepare
Their direful engines to purlue the war;
And you may 1lavishly perceive your breath,
Or feck for freedom in the arms of deatlı.

SINCE We can die but once, and after death

Our ftate no alteration knows;
But, when we have relign'd our breach,

Th'immortal spirit goes
To endless joys, or everlasting woes :
Wise is the man who labours to secure

That mighty and important stake;

And, by all methods, strives to make
His passage Tafe, and his reception sure.
Merely to die, no man of reason fears,

For certainly we muft,

As we are born, return to cuft:
'Tis the last point of many lingering years :

But whither then we go,

Whither, we fain would know;
But human understanding cannot few.

This makes us tremble, and creates

Strange apprehensions in the mind;
Fills it with restless doubts, and wild debates,
Concerning what we, living, cannot find.

None know what death is, but the dead;
Therefore we all, by nature, dying dread,
As a strange, Joubtful way, we know not how to


Thus then resolve; nor tremble at the thought :

Can glory be too dearly bought?
Since the Almighty wisdom har decrced,
That we, and all our progeny, should bleed,

When to the margin of the grave we come,
And scarce have one black, painful hour to live ;
No hopes, no prospect, of a kind reprieve,
To stop our speedy passage to the comb;

How moving, and how mournful, is the fight!

How wondrous pitiful, how wondrous fad! Where then is refuge, where is confort, to be bo

In the dark minutes of the dreadfal night,

To chcer our drooping souls for their amazing All their endeavours to preserve our breath, flight?

Though they do unsuccessful prove, Feeble and languishing in bed we lie,

Shew us how much, how tenderly, they love, Despairing to recover, void of relt;

But cannot cut off the entail of death. Wishing for death, and yet afraid to die :

Mournful they look, and crowd about our bed : Terrors and doubts distract our breast,

One, with officious haste, With mighty agonies and mighty pains opprest. Brings us a cordial we want sense to taste;

Another Softly raises up our head : Our face is moisten'd with a clammy sweat; This wipes away the sweat; that, fighing, Faint and irregular the pulfes beat;

cries The blood unactive grows,

See what convulsions, what strong agonies, And thickens as it flows,

Both soul and body undergo!, Depriv'd of all its vigour, all its vital heat.

His pains no intermillion know; Our dying eyes roll heavily about,

For every gasp of air he draws, returns in sighs. Their light just going out;

Each would his kind alliance lend, And for some kind allillance call:

To save his dear relation, or his dearer friend; But pity, useless pity's all

But still in vain with destiny they all contend. Our weeping friends can give,

Our father, pale with grief and watching grown Or we receive;

Takes our cold hand in his, and cries, adieu ! Though their desires are great, their powers are Adieu, my child! now I must follow you : small,

Then weeps, and gently lays it down. The tongue's unable to declare

Our sons, who, in their tender years, The pains and griefs, the miseries we bear;

Were objects of our cares, and of our fears, How insupportable our torments are.

Come trembling to our bed, and, knecling, crys Music no more delights our deafening ears,

Bless us, O father! now before you die; Restores our joys, or dissipates our fears;

Bless us, and be you bless'd to all eternity. But all is melancholy, all is sad,

Our friend, whom equal to ourselves we love, In robes of deepelt morning clad;

Compassionate and kind, For, every faculty, and every sense,

Cries, will you leave me here behind ? Partakes the woe of this dire exigence.

Without me fly to the bless'd seats above?

Without me, did I say? Ah, no!
Then we are sensible too late,

Without thy friend thou canst not go : "Fis no advantage to be rich or great :

For, though thou leav'it me groveling here below, For, all the fulsome pride and pageantry of state

My fvul with thee shall upward fly,
No consolation brings.

And bear thy spirit company,
Riches and honours then are useless things, Through the bright pallage of the yielding sky.
Tasteless, or bitter, all;

Ev'n death, that parts thee from thyself, shall be And, like the book which the apostle eat,

Incapable to separate
To the ill-judging palate sweet,

(For 'ris not in the power of fate) But turn at last to nauscousness and gall. My friend, my best, niy dearest friend, and me: Nothing will then our drooping spirits cheer,

But, since it must be fo, farewell; But the remembrance of good adions past. For ever! No; for we shall ineet again, Virtue's a joy that will for ever last,

And live like gods, though now we die like And makes pale death less terrible appear;

hien, Takes out his baneful sting, and palliates our In the eternal region's, where just spirits dwell. fear.

The soul, unable longer to maintain
In the dark anti-chamber of the grave

The fruitless and unequal strife,
What would we give (ev'n all we have,

Finding her weak endeavours vain,
All that our care and industry have gain'd, To keep the counterscarp of life,
All that our policy, our fraud, our art, obtain'd) By flow degrees, retires towards the heart,
Could we recal those fatal hours again,

And fortifies that little fort
Which we consum'd in fenseless vanities,

With all its kind artilleries of art;
Ambitious sollies, or luxurious ease!

Botanic legions guarding every port. For then they urge our terrors, and increase our But death, whose arms no mortal can repel, pain.

A formal siege dildains to lay;

Summons his fierce battalious to the fray, Our friends and relatives stand weeping by, And in a minute storms the feeble cicadel. Diffolv'd in tears, to see us die,

Sometimes we niay capitulate, and he
And plunge into the deep abyss of wide eternity.

Pretends to make a folid peace;
In vain they mourn, in vain they grieve :

But 'tis all fham, all artifice,
Their forts we cannot ours relicte.

That we may negligent and carelik be:
They pity our deplorable estate:

For, if his ar vies are withdrawn to-day,
But what, alas, can pity do

And we belicve no danger near,
To soften the decrees of fate?

But all is pcaccable, and all is clear;
Besides, the fentence is irrevocable too.

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While in the fuít embrace of fleep we lie,

But, if there was a state of reft, The fecrct murderers tab us, and we die.

They sh uld with the same happiness be blest

As the immortal gods, if gods chere were, Since cur first parcnts' fall, Incvitable death defcends on all;

We have the promise of th' eternal truth, A portion one of human race can miss

Those who live well, and pious paths purfue, But that which makes it sweet or bit' r, is

To man, and to their Maker, true,
Theicars of milery, or certain lopes of blils. Let them expire in age, or youth,
Tor, when th’inpenisent and wicked die,

Can never miss
Loaded with crimes and infamy;

Their way to everlasting bliss:
If any sense at that fid time remains,

But from a world of misery and care They feel amazing terrors, mighty pains; To manfions of eternal ease repair ; The carcel of that vait, Itupendous woc,

Where joy in full perfection flows, Which they to all eternity must undergo,

And in an endlels circle moves, Corfin's in bell with everlasting chains. Through the valt round of beatific love, Infernal spirits hover in the air,

Which no cefTation knows.
Like ravenous wolves, to fvize upon the prey,
ranu hurry the departed fouls away

To the dark receptacles of depair:
Where they muit dwell till that tremendous

day, When the loud trump shall call then: 10 appear GENERAL CONFLAGRATION, Bfire a Julge mofi terrible, and most severe ;

By whole just fentence they must go To everlasting pains, and endless woc.

ENSUING JUDGMENT. Put the good man, whose foul is pure,

Crifpoitul, regular, and free From all the kiy ftains of lush and villany, ! Oi merry and ot pardon fure,

“ Effe quoque in fatis, reminiscitur, affore temps Looks through the darkness of the gloomy

" Quo mare, quo tellus, correptaque regia cei night i

“ Aideat, et niundi moles operola laborat." Andfces the dawning of a giorious day;

OvID Sces crowds of argels ready to convey

His foul whene'er ihe takes her flight Now the black days of universal doom, To the furprising manlions of immortal light. Which wondrous prophecies foretold, are come:

Then the celestial guards arourd him itund; What itrong convulsions, what ftupendous wut, Nor suffer the black dæmons of the air

Mult fmking nature undergo; T'oppofe bis partage to the promis d land, Amidit the dreadful wreck, and final overthrow!

Or terrify his thoughts with wild despair; Methink I hear her, conscious of her late, But all is calm within, and all without is féir.

With fearful groans, and hidecui tric, This prayers, his charity, his virtues, preis

Fill the presaging skies; To pleaci fer mercy when he wants it most;

Unable to support the weight Not one of ail the happy number's loit :

Or of the present, or approaching miseries. And tirso bright advocates 'ne'er want success, Methinks I hear her fummon all But when the soul's releas'd from dull mortality, Her guilty offspring raving with despair, She paris up in triumph through the iky;

And trembling, cry aloud, Prepare, Where she's united to a glorious throng Ye sublunary powers, c' attend my funcra!?

Of angels; who, with a celestial fung, Congratuluce her conques as she flies along.

See, see the tragical porteres,

Those dismal harbingers of dire evcuts! I', sherifore, all must quit the fiage,

Loud thunders roar, and darting lightning. When, cr how soon, we cannot know;

Through the dark concave of the treuben Eut, late or early, we are sure to go;

sky; In the frieb blocni of youth, or wither's age; The fiery savage is begun, the end is righ. We carrot take too fedulous a care,

See how the daring meteors blaze!
In this inportant, grand affair :

Like baleful torches, O they come,
For as we die, we must remain;

To light disolving Nature to her tomb!
Hereafter ali eur hopes are vain,

And, scattering round their peftilential raysa To make our peace with licaven, or to return Strike the affrighted nations with a will amaze. gain.

Väft sheets of flame, and globes of fire, The heathe, nho no lester understood

By an impetuous wind are driven Than what the higit of paiure taught, declar'd, Through all the regions of the inferior heaven. Ni futute nicry coudbe prenar d

Till, hid in fulphurous smoke, they feming's Forite lincere, the merciant, the good;


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