Or with unkindnefs hard, and cold difdain,
Slighted a brother's fuff'rings. Here are they
Whom fraud and fkillful treachery long fecur'd;
Whom from the infant virgin tore her dow'r,
And ate the orphan's bread; who fpent their flores
In felfifh luxury; or o'er their gold

Proftrate and pale ador'd the ufelefs heap.

Here too who ftain'd the chafte connubial bed!-
Who mix'd the pois'nous bowl;-or broke the ties
Of hofpitable friendship; and the wretch
Whofe liflefs foul, fick with the cares of life,
Unfummon'd, to the prefence of his God

Rufh'd in with infult rude. How would they joy
Once more to vifit earth, and though opprefs'd
With all that pain and famine can inflict

Pant up the hill of life? Vain with the Judge
Pronounces doom eternal on their heads,
Perpetual punishment! for that th' Almighty will
Has hid from mortal eyes and fhall vain man
With curious fearch refin'd prefume to pry
Into thy fecrets, Father? No! let him
With humble patience all thy works adore,
And walk in all thy paths; fo fhall his meed
Be great in heav'n, fo haply fhall he 'fcape
Th' immortal worm, and never-ceafing fire.

But who are they, who bound in tenfold chains
Srand orribly aghaft? This is that crew
Who ftrove te pull Jehovah from his throne,
And in the place of heaven's eternal King,
Set up the phantom Chance. For them in vain
Alternate feafons cheer'd the rolling year;

In vain the fun o'er herb, tree, fruit, and flow'r
Shed genial influence mild; and the pale moon
Repair'd her waning orb.-Next thefe is plac'd
The vile blafphemer; he whofe impious wit
Profan'd the facred mylleries of faith,
And 'gainft th' impenetrable walls of heav'n
Planted his feeble battery. By these stands
The Arch Apoftate: he with many a wile
Exhorts them ftill to foul revolt. Alas!

No hope have they from black defpair, no ray
Shines through the gloom to cheer their finking fouls:
In agonies of grief they curfe the hour

When firft they left Religion's onward way.

Thefe on the left are rang'd: but on the right
A chofen band appears, who fought beneath
The banner of Jehovah, and defied

Satan's united legions. Some, unmov'd
At the grim tyrant's frown, o'er barb'rous climes
Diffus'd the Gofpel's light: fome long immur'd
(Sad fervitude! in chains and dungeons pin'd
Or, rack'd with all the agonies of pain,

Breath'd

Breath'd out their faithful lives. Thrice happy they
Whom heav'n elected to that glorious ftrife !—
Here are they plac'd, whose kind munificence
Made heaven-born Science raise her drooping head;
And on the labours of a future race

Entail'd their juft reward. Thou amongst these,
Good Seaton! whofe well-judg'd benevolence
Foft'ring fair Genius, bade the poet's hand
Bring annual off'rings to his Maker's fhrine,
Shalt find the generous care was not in vain.—
Here is that fav'rite band, whom mercy mild,
God's best-lov'd attribute, adorn'd; whofe gate
Stood ever open to the ftranger's call;
Who fed the hungry; to the thirsty lip

Reach'd out the friendly cup; whose care benign
From the rude blast secur'd the pilgrim's fide;
Who heard the widow's tender tale, and shook
The galling fhackle from the pris'ners feet;
Who each endearing tie, each office knew
Of meek-eyed, heaven-defcended Charity.
O Charity, thou nymph divinely fair!
Sweeter than thofe whom ancient poets bound
In amity's indiffoluble chain,

The Graces! how fhall I effay to paint

Thy charms, celeftial maid! and in rude verfe
Blazon those deeds thy felf did ne'er reveal ?
For thee nor rankling Envy can infect,

Nor

Nor rage transport, nor high o'erweening pride

Puff up

with vain conceit: ne'er didft thou fmile

To fee the finner as a verdant tree

Spread his luxuriant branches o'er the fream;
While, like fome blafted trunk, the righteous fall
Proftrate, forlorn. When prophecies shall fail,
When tongues fhall ceafe, when knowledge is no more,
And this great day is come, thou by the throne
Shalt fit triumphant. Thither, lovely maid!
Bear me, O bear me on thy foaring wing,
And through the adamantine gates of heav'n
Conduct my fleps, fafe from the fiery gulph
And dark abyfs, where Sin and Satan reign!
But can the Mufe, her numbers all too weak,
Tell how that reftlefs element of fire

Shall wage

with feas and earth inteftine war,

And deluge all creation? Whether (fo

Some think) the comet, as through fields of air
Lawless he wanders, fhall rufh headlong on,
Thwarting th' ecliptic, where th' unconscious earth
Rolls in her wonted courfe; whether the fun
With force centripetal into his orb

Attract her, long reluctant; or the caves,
Those dread volcano's, where engend'ring lie
Sulpherous minerals, from their dark abyss
Pour ftreams of liquid fire; while from above,
As erft on Sodom, Heaven's avenging hand

Rains

Rains fierce combuftior on.

Where are now the works

Of art, the toil of ages--

Where are now

Th' imperial cities, fepulchris, and domes,
Trophies and pillars? Where is Egypt's boaft,
Thofe lofty pyram ds, which high in air
Rear'd their afpiring heads, to d ftant times.

Of Memphian pride a lafting nonument;

Tell me where Athens ra's'd her tow'rs ? where Thebes
Open'd her hundred portals ?-Tell me where
Stood fea-girt Albion ? where imperial Rome,
Propt by feven hills, fat like a fc ptred queen,
And awd the tributary world to peace ?-
Shew me the rampart which o'er many a hill,
Through many a valley, ftretch'd its wide extent,
Rais'd by that mighty monarch to repel
The roving Tartar, when with infult rude
'Gainft Pekin's tow'rs he bent th' unerring bow.
But what is mimic art ? E'en Nature's works,
Seas, meadows, paftures, the meand'ring freams,
And everlafting hills, shall be no more.
No more fhall Teneriff, cloud-piercing height !
O'erhang th' Atlantic furge; nor that fam'd cliff,
Thro' which the Perfian fteer'd with many a fail,
Throw to the Lemnian ifle its evening shade
O'er half the wide Egean.-Where are now
The Alps that confin'd with unnumber'd realms,
And from the Black Sea to the ocean ftream

Stretch'd