IN ABRAM's Life we see a Plan
Of Faith, accommodate to Man;
Who prov'd, in Age's low Decline,
The Parent of the blessed Line;
And took an ampler Name of Grace
To typify his num'rous Race.

His Acts you'll find, when well apply'd,
In Faith's Concerns your surest Guide.

When to the Mount you see him lead,
The Earnest of the promis'd Seed,
Of sinking Age the darling Son,
Think, in like Case, what must be done;
To God you only must impart,
What's choicest, best, and next your Heart.

Ev'n us, the faithful PATRIARCH strove,
By nervous Eloquence to move,
With many-headed Vice to wage
Eternal War with pious Rage;
For till the Spirit does subdue
The wild, ungovernable Crew
Of monstrous Vices, that infest
With Ravage dire the human Breast,
Oblations, tho' of purest Kind,
Shall ne'er with God Acceptance find.
But Words, he knew, had often fail'd,
Where stronger Precedents prevail'd;
And therefore what his Precepts taught,
His thund'ring Arm in Battle wrought.\

By Chance whilst LOT, whose growing Name
Was brighten'd by his Uncle's Fame;
In SODOM's District did reside,
That early Source of Lust and Pride,
Confed'rate Kings the State invade,
And LOT and Natives captive made.

The direful Tale strikes ABRAM's Ears,
And fills his Soul with anxious Fears,
That barb'rous Conquerors constrain
His Nephew in a servile Chain.
Breathing Revenge he strait reviews
His menial Servants, and pursues
The flying Victors, whom a Load
Of Spoil encumber'd on the Road.
Old Age itself, with Sword in Hand,
Leads on the firm domestick Band;
And full of Energy divine,
In pious Arms delights to shine.
Th' o'erloaded, straggling Rout of Foes
He beats, disperses, overthrows;
Redeems the Captives from their Chains,
And plunder'd SODOM's Spoil regains;
Soft Virgins, whom in Bonds they bore;
And rural Wealth, a countless Store;
Much Gold, and costly Suits of Dress,
And houshold Treasures numberless.
Then LOT himself, who groaning bow'd
Beneath the galling Fetter's Load,
Unloos'd, recover'd once again
The upright Attitude of Man.\

ABRAM, who with vindictive Pow'r
O'ertook the flying Conqueror,
Returns, the glorious Work atchiev'd,
His pious Nephew LOT reliev'd,
Proud, no Barbarian should oppress
The Lineage Heav'n ordain'd to bless.\

As recent from the Field of Fame,
And wide-extended Death he came,
MELCHISEDECK the Hero meets,
And with cœlestial Viands greets;
A royal Priest, but of what Line
No human Searches can divine;
From what Progenitors he rose,
No Being, but JEHOVAH knows.

Angels, itinerant below,
To see the far-fam'd Patriarch go,
Vouchsafe his humble Board to grace,
And take the Banquet of the Place;
Whilst wond'ring Sarah feels her Womb
To beat with promis'd Life to come,
And, joyful in this late Relief,
Regrets the Laugh of Unbelief.

This Map of Life so fair, so true,
For us to imitate he drew;
Like him, we militant must live,
To rebel Thoughts no Respite give;
But always under Armour stand,
And bear the Sword of Faith in Hand;
And when a Member would obey
Of Lust the dire, tyrannick Sway,
The Heart's Militia we must send
Its moral Freedom to defend.
Nor any Want that Soul will find
Of Forces of the houshold Kind,
Who spiritually can explain
What ABRAM's mystick * * Numbers mean.

CHRIST, of whose generative Source
No Mortal comprehends the Course,
Our true High-Priest, will then prepare
To feast our Souls with heav'nly Fare;
And in our Bosoms will reside,
From Lust and Passion purify'd.
Illustrious Spirits! Trebly blest!
The holy TRINITY your Guest!
From that Alliance ye will find
Fresh Vigour working in the Mind,
The Seeds of Goodness richly sow'n
In Souls, by Age unfruitful grown,
And, cultur'd by indulgent Skies,
Behold large Crops of Virtue rise.

Then shall your Hearts, like Sarah, bear
A late, but not unworthy Heir.

O THOU, whose mercies never cease to flow
On helpless mortals, when distrest below; Thou, who art mighty in thy father's might,
And in thine own indubitable right;
Stil'd his descendant, and yet un-create,
In godhead one, in person separate,
To me, O CHRIST, thy guardian succour bring,
And grace the subject I presume to sing.

Say, with what arms the human soul expels
Each vice, that harbours in her inmost cells;
What troops she sends the rebels to defeat, And keep the peace of our internal state,
When flesh with spirit, thought with thought does jar, And christian minds are made the seat of war.\

For, heav'nly leader, thou wouldst ne'er expose
Thy flock unarm'd to such outragious foes;
No——various virtues on their side engage
The soul to succour, and her wars to wage;
With wond'rous arts the infant mind you form,
And fence the fortress for the future Storm,
Art always ready, when distress is nigh,
Strength to impart, and prudence to supply,
The heart's obscure devices to unfold,
Shew whence they rise, and how they are controul'd,
That hence thy name with added beams may shine,
And all the triumph of the war be thine.\

To conquest short and easy were the way,
Could we their numbers, and their CHIEFS survey,
That useful work the gracious muse designs,
And ranks both armies in opposing lines;
Presents each dreadful combatant to sight,
Paints all the turns, and fortune of the fight.

FIRST, heav'n-born FAITH descended from on high,
The dubious fortune of the war to try;
Rude was her dress, and un-adorn'd her hair,
Her arms protended, and her shoulders bare;
So sudden was the impulse of her mind,
She left all instruments of war behind;
And wholly trusting to a dauntless heart,
No shield she carried, nor envenom'd dart,
But, steel'd with native prowess, on she goes
To brave the fiercest fury of her foes.

When, lo! IDOLATRY, asham'd to yield,
Accepts the challenge to contest the field;
Drunk with the blood of many victims slain,
The bloated monster stalk'd along the plain;
Fir'd at the sight Faith rises to the blow,
And falls with fury on her frantic foe,
Whose hoary head, with sacred fillets bound,
Stunn'd with the shock, comes tumbling to the ground,
Then, treading on her neck, arrests her breath,
And leaves her ling'ring in the pangs of death;
For the pent Air her sobbing lungs contain
Feeds life awhile, and animates her pain.

Loud shout the martyrs who advent'rous came,
By Faith embold'ned, to the field of fame;
Whence, crown'd with garlands, they ascend the sky,
Array'd in vestments of the tyrian dye.

NEXT to the field, rous'd by the war's alarms,
Fair CHASTITY advanc'd in splendid arms;
From th' adverse lines a fury shoots in haste,
With flaming torches whizzing round her waste;
From sinful SODOM she deriv'd her birth,
That nest of lust to stock th' infected earth;
And on the maid the fiend, like lightning flies,
Darting her smoaking torches in her eyes,
Tries ev'ry art the blushing fair to choak
With streaming sulphur, and encircling smoak.\

In thought serene, the virgin stooping low
Lifts a huge stone, and hurls it at her foe;
The rocky fragment, with a tempest thrown,
Lights on the arm, and snaps the tingling bone;
The deaden'd nerves no griping pow'r retain,
But drop the dying firebrand on the plain.

The harlot thus disarm'd, the conqu'ring maid
Forth from her side unsheaths the shining blade;
Thro' the tough neck the sword a passage found,
And thick corruption issued from the wound,
Which in its course a nauseous stench exhales,
Spreads thro' the air, and taints the ambient gales.

This be thy fate, the Queen proclaims with jo[y],
Thus inoffensive on the earth to lie;
No longer shalt thou wave thy flaming brand,
Hot plagues to scatter o'er a wasted land;
Christ's lamp alone the hallow'd heart shall fire,
And vital light, and vital warmth inspire:
Thou baneful mischief to the sons of men,
Who could have thought you'd visit earth again?
When JUDITH's arm th' ASSYRIAN's lust supprest,
Did you not feel the dagger in your breast?
Did you not both at once resign your breath,
Bleed from one wound, and jointly sink to death?
Illustrious JUDITH! thy unequall'd name
Succeeding times shall consecrate to fame;
'Twas heav'n inspir'd you with so brave a thought,
'Twas heav'n assisted, and for me you fought.\

But then perhaps beneath the barren shade
Of Jewish rites, which better times portray'd,
When god's own spirit shou'd on earth be born,
And fairer virtues human breasts adorn,
The valiant matron might essay in vain
To fix the period of thy deadly reign:
But now thy empire has fulfill'd its date,
The weak are made the ministers of fate;
Nature amaz'd forsakes her usual road,
Led thro' new paths to generate a god,
Forth from a virgin's pure, and maiden womb,
Behold! behold the mighty conqueror come!
The flesh of man, thy old imperial seat,
Releas'd from thee, assumes a nobler State;
A new alliance is commenc'd with heav'n,
A God to flesh, and flesh to God is giv'n:
Wond'rous conception! where extremes unite,
And bring full man, full deity to light.
Yet to the form divine no weakness cleaves,
But man new graces, and new strength receives;
For after all the heav'nly gifts bestow'd,
The spring of bounty undiminish'd flow'd;
Still in the God unfaded glories shine,
Our nature brighten, and exalt our line,
He still the same, but we become divine.
Here lies my safety, here I put my trust,
And hence my triumph, O infernal LUST;
Hence 'tis my empire, since the virgin's age,
Mocks thy devices, and defies thy rage;
Thou art the way to hell; thy flatt'ring path
Leads to the chambers of eternal Death;
By thee seduc'd, unwary souls begin
To walk unthoughtful in the ways of sin;
Blindly they enter, by thy soothings led, Soon grow defil'd, and sink among the dead. Hence then to hell, thou , speed thy flight, And howl in dungeons of eternal night; Or stretch'd at length on some sulphureous stream, Or roll'd in whirling vortices of flame: On earth no more uplift thy baleful face, To tempt the of the ; O'er them in quiet let MESSIAH reign, And keep his flock unconscious of a stain.\

Thus spake the maid; and joyful to foresee
The growing blessings of her victory,
She seeks the silver stream of JORDAN's flood,
To wash the steel, and wipe away the blood,
That of the clotted gore no foul remain
In time the splendor of the sword shou'd stain;
Then walks triumphant to the fair abode,
And bloodless altar of the christian God;
Fast by whose side the naked steel she lay'd,
Lest rust might tarnish, in its sheath, the blade.

WHILE death thus rag'd in various forms around,

Undaunted PATIENCE still maintain'd her ground,
Still in the same inactive posture staid,
And unconcern'd the work of fate survey'd;
Heard, round her head, the darts, unnumber'd, fly,
Without a groan, a trouble, or a sigh.

Not far remote infernal ANGER stood,
Her mouth with foam, her eyes suffus'd with blood;
So swell'd with rage, that each distended vein
Could scarce the driving flood of life contain;
And fir'd with madness at the odious sight
Of one so peaceful midst the noise of fight,
Thither, impatient of the conflict, flies,
Assailing her with spear, voice, looks and eyes;
Words from her mouth in gushing torrents broke,
And o'er her head the bristling horse-hair shook.\

Here, fair spectator, let this mortal dart
Obtain admittance to thy dauntless heart;
But not a groan must thence emission find,
For groans ill suit a spirit so resign'd.

Thus when she spake, a javelin launch'd with force,
Whizzes the air, and keeps its destin'd course,
Where the strong cuirass o'er the breast was bound,
But thence repell'd drop'd bloodless to the ground
The prudent Virtue, at the first alarms,
Came well provided with defensive arms;
A coat of Adamant its rigour spread
Her shoulders o'er, impenetrably made;
Hence no assailant can her soul affright,
Nor show'rs of arrows drive her from the fight;
Wounded she seeks not to annoy the foe,
Assur'd, herself will strike the deadly blow.
When now the savage's efforts were crost,
Her quiver empty'd, and her vigour lost,
Herself, with furious passion, tir'd in vain,
And every arrow scatter'd o'er the plain,
She puts all hope of conquest on her sword,
The only refuge now that arms afford.\

Pois'd from her ear the broad effulgent blade
Sweeps down impetuous on the meek one's head,
Loud rings the helmet to the rushing stroke,
Back flies the weapon into pieces broke;
The trusty metal's well-concocted frame
From heaven's own stores invulnerable came:
No human force the jointed plates could rend,
But darts recoil, and blows in vain descend.
No limits now the monster's rage restrain,
To see her hand a bladeless hilt retain;
Stung with remorse, she tosses it aside,
A shameful monument of fallen pride;
Nor longer meditates the martial strife,
But seeks for means to end her wretched life;
Selects a javelin, on the sandy plain,
From heaps of others lately cast in vain;
Then strikes th' inverted shaft of polish'd wood
Deep in the earth; the point erected stood,
Enters her breast, and drinks her vital blood.\

Streight tow'rds the haughty vanquish'd PATIENCE came,
And mildly thus her triumph did proclaim;

At length victorious; thus our wars we wage,
Without th' inhuman marks of bloody rage;
From discipline, like this, we never part,
For hardy suff'rance is our martial art:
Unmov'd we stand, and let the blast go by,
For Passion always, like a blast, will die;
Her fretting spirits into vapours fume,
Or end, like flames, that will themselves consume.\

She ceas'd; then shot, unwounded, thro' the throng,
Nobly attended as she pass'd along;
For JOB, still faithful, from his sovereign's side
No force could seperate, nor threats divide;
But close he follow'd where she march'd before,
His face displaying all the wounds he bore;
And whilst he shew'd, by a peculiar scar,
Each sundry peril he sustain'd in war,
With pleasure told the ruins of his frame,
His glorious spoils, his adversary's shame,
The goddess orders all his toils to cease,
And kindly lays him in the arms of peace;
With wealth accumulated swells his store,
And vows his substance shall decrease no more.

Safe, and unhurt she then pursues her way,
Thro' hostile lines, where arrows thickest play;
With ev'ry virtue does by turns appear,
Now aiding in the front, now heart'ning in the rear;
Does strength to all without distinction yield,
For without her no virtue keeps the field;
Without her presence ev'ry virtue's faint,
And where she's not, you'll never find a SAINT.

THRO' routed troops, dispers'd on ev'ry side, A headlong coarser flew, at will, with PRIDE;
Rais'd on a Lion's spoil sublime she rode,
The shaggy trappings were the Horse's load;
But that caparison she fitly chose,
To look from high with scorn upon her foes.
Built on her head, compos'd of plaited hair,
A tow'ry structure nodded in the air;
Down from her shoulders, knotted o'er her breast,
A swelling canvass bellied for a vest;
Round neck and breast a thin embroid'ry flows,
And opening gathers ev'ry wind that blows.

Just like the rider was the bouncing steed,
Scorning restraint, impatient to be free'd;
Champing his foamy bit, he sought the plain,
Spread broad, and swell'd upon the curbing rein:
The puft VIRAGO, in this monstrous plight,
Between both hosts rode eminent to sight;
Wheels round her steed, and both with looks and eyes
The adverse lines insultingly defies,
Which in a wedge, a small but chosen train,
HUMILITY had marshall'd on the plain,
In rank a Queen, but wanting foreign aid
To join the levies she herself had made;
HOPE was her firm ally, whose kingdom lies,
Far from our Region, in superior skies.

Here PRIDE, observing not an arm to wield,
A brandish'd sword, nor clasp a splendid shield,
Did thus with foolish scofs, and taunts deride
The mean appearance of the adverse side.\

Base, vagrant tribe! what? not deterr'd by shame
To cope with leaders of such mighty fame!
With such a servile, and inglorious band
Against an old illustrious race to stand?
Who to such mines of wealth have sought their way,
To rich possessions, and imperial sway;
From which the rabble, that Pretender brings,
Would drive, if possible, its antient kings.
Heavens! see what hands would fain a scepter wield,
And reap the wealth of many a fertile field;
By force eject the old, laborious swains,
And seize the land, where flowing bounty reigns.\

Ah! vain attempt! for, at the natal hour,
O'er all the man we get unbounded power;
While yet the limbs retain a plastick heat,
We strike th' impression, and we seal his fate;
Shoot all our influence thro' his inmost soul,
And rule the future man without controul.
Then, with what hope can you this empire claim
From us, who grow and strengthen with his frame?
For PRIDE subdued him in his first estate,
And Man and Mistress had an equal date:
In nature's infancy, when ADAM fell,
Expell'd from EDEN on this earth to dwell,
He yet had naked liv'd; but friendly Pride
Taught him with leaves that nakedness to hide.

From what long exile, from what land unknown
Come these Pretenders to dispute my throne;
Why did they not exert an earlier claim,
Lost to all worth, to honour, and to fame?
But vain tradition still allures them on
With hope of crowns, that may some time be won;
This distant hope alleviates present pain,
And is the trick by which their leaders reign;
Fit bait for minds, whom glory never charms,
Nor sprightly trumpets animate to arms;
Cold, frozen souls, whom valour never fires,
Whose luke-warm temper nothing great desires;
What feats will CHASTITY's cold nerves perform?
In war will PIETY support a storm?
'Twixt shame and grief how wretchedly I'm tost,
To see myself oppos'd by such an host;
To see a band of milk-fac'd maids advance,
Not bred to combat, nor to poise the lance!
There JUSTICE, doom'd to indigence by fate;
And HONESTY, who never will be great;
SOBRIETY, just wither'd to a shade;
And pale-fac'd ABSTINENCE, a pining maid;
With SHAME, thro' whose wan cheeks and empty veins,
Life's sprightly tide transmits no crimson stains.
Unarm'd SIMPLICITY, who may be slain
By ev'ry arrow shot across the plain;
HUMILITY, afraid to look around,
With eyes still fix'd upon the sordid ground;
Such fearfulness an abject soul betrays,
That seeks no honour, nor pretends to praise.
With the ignoble blood of such a crew
My sword I'll stain not, nor my hand embrue;
A foe so despicable cannot claim
Distinction, due to military fame:
With such my courser fights; 'tis he shall beat
Their heads to earth, and crush them with his feet.

Thus loud she cry'd: then urg'd her eager steed,
Loos'd ev'ry rein, and drove with headlong speed,
Assur'd the Virtue to the shock would yield,
And she remain sole mistress of the field.

But while he flew upon his utmost stretch,
Plumb down he drops into a latent ditch,
Which FRAUD, a sister of th' infernal train,
Mischievous open'd on th' embattled plain;
That, in the conflicts formidable hour,
The rushing ranks it might at once devour;
And, least some eye the cavern shou'd explore,
With rods, and branches she had bridg'd it o'er,
Then cover'd all with tufts of verdant grass,
That none shou'd hesitate the gulph to pass:

Safe from the lists the queen of meekness stay'd,
Nor once approach'd the ambush that was laid,
From no surmisings in a fearful mind,
Of dark contrivances by FRAUD design'd:
But PRIDE, high-thron'd upon her fiery horse,
Drives forward blindly, with impetuous force,
Brooks no delay, nor at the danger stops,
And down the pit a pond'rous ruin drops:
Pitch'd on her head, with sudden loss of breath,
The steed incumbent presses her to death.

Soon as the gentle-minded queen beheld
The monstrous vanity entirely quell'd,
Forward she came, with slow and solemn pace,
With looks more elevate; but modest grace
Temp'ring the flush of triumph in her face.
And whilst in doubt she stood, her GUARDIAN came,
Presents a sword, and points the way to fame:
Seiz'd by the hair the vanquish'd fiend to light
She drew, and stretch'd her with her face upright,
And, while she fervently for mercy pray'd,
Her head dissever'd with the shining blade,
Which, by a lock upheld, on high she bore,
A gastly trophy, all defil'd with gore.\

O'er prostrate PRIDE now HOPE declaims severe,
Shun all presumption with peculiar care;
God still will humble the ambitious soul,
And the weak bubble's empty swell controul;
The sculptur'd obelisk, the tow'ring wall
The higher rais'd, the proner are to fall.
All supercilious lofty looks despise,
Nor fall to earth, by gazing on the skies:
This far-fam'd Apothegm remember well,
Which from the mouth of heav'nly wisdom fell,
" He from their seat shall pull the mighty down:
" And raise the meek and lowly to a crown.
Amaz'd we saw, upon th' embattled plain,
The huge GOLIAH by a stripling slain,
A common pebble, from the limpid stream,
Beat down that bulwark of PHILISTIN fame;
Between both armies whilst this son of Pride
Stood like a tow'r, and Israel's God defy'd,
Brandish'd his beamy spear, and pois'd his shield,
And strode at large the terror of the field,
To ev'ry eye he, by his fall, did shew

What the mock-armour of a boy can do.
When yet a child, the pious youth engag'd
In VIRTUE's cause, and all her battles wag'd;
On me he always cast a longing eye,
Where, at God's feet, I keep my seat on high;
Whither I VIRTUE call, and where bestow
The just rewards for VICE subdued below.
She ceas'd; then shot on golden wings upright,
To regions smiling with unclouded light;
The virtues militant, with wond'ring eyes,
Pursue her flaming progress to the skies;
Fain wou'd they follow where she leads the way,
But earthly conflicts still require their stay:
VICE must be vanquish'd; many trophies won;
Sure then to follow, when their work is done.

In time's last period, to the combat came
A fell enchantress, LUXURY by name;
Th' abandon'd wanton, from her early days,
Despis'd all censure, nor regarded praise;
Averse from ev'ry good; her only care
With costly odours to perfume her hair;
A soft, sweet voice to melt the captive soul,
And sleepy eyes with languid airs to roll,
Furnish'd with all habiliments to please,
And lead the soul astray from Virtue's ways;
With soft'ning arts th' enervate mind to ply,
And ope each avenue of sense to joy;
Studious her hours in banquetting to spend,
Nor valuing life, where pleasure's not the end.
When morning light o'er earth began to flow,
Alarm'd she heard the martial trumpet blow;
Leaving the brimming bowl, with all her pow'rs,
O'er floods of wine, and trodden heaps of flow'rs,
Now slips, now staggers; head and feet betray,
That wine perverts, and these a slipp'ry way.

But when she came within the verge of fight,
She mounts a chariot eminent to sight,
In heavy, pompous state slow moving on;
All eyes were ravish'd, and all hearts were won:
Strange sort of war! no missive engines throw
The pond'rous lance; nor sounds the twanging bow:
She casts, from baskets, flagrant heaps of flow'rs,
At hostile heads, in aromatick show'rs:
Th' exhaling odours soon unman the saint,
On beds of essences reclin'd, and faint:
Quick shoots the venom thro' each nerve, and vein,
And Virtue perishes, by roses slain.
A death-like stupor the whole host o'erspreads,
They drop their weapons, and they hang their heads,
As on the chariot's radiant frame they gaze,
And their eyes dazzle in the diamond blaze;
Or while the golden traces they behold,
And whirling axletree of solid gold,
Or silver spokes, that emulate the sun,
And in an orb of lucid amber run.\

From rank to rank seditious murmurs fly,
For quick desertion is the gen'ral cry;
All long to serve the ostentatious fool,
And live with LUXURY, unbound by rule.\

The Queen of Temperance severely mourn'd,
To see her sons to base deserters turn'd,
Her firm allies, who mighty shocks had stood,
Strike to mere shew, and perish without blood.
The crosse's banner, which the princely maid
Bore in the van, aloft in air display'd,
Deep in the earth she struck, then staid the lines,
And thus bespoke them for their base designs;
With soft entreaties sharp rebukes allays,
With shame deters them, and transports with praise.

Whence, whence this rage, which wraps the mind in night?
Whence this decrease of intellectual light?
What do you want? whose nod would ye obey?
What fetters seek ye on your necks to lay?
What? shall a lilly, or a vi'let chain,
Arms so robust, with infamy, constrain?
For shame, that fetters of the flow'ry kind
Such arms shou'd shackle, and such necks shou'd bind!
How will the turban, with a saffron lace,
Become a rough, and military face?
Or costly ointments of ARABIA spread
Their odors round a consecrated head,
Which CHRIST ordain'd with spotless rays to shine
By royal unction, and his seal divine?
Shame! at your heels that wavy trains shou'd swim,
And silken vestments wrap each loosen'd limb;
Those limbs, which FAITH, in earlier times array'd
With snowy garbs of curious texture made,
Endued with mighty prevalence to save
The soul from sin, the body from the grave.
Hence to the nightly feasts, where goblets shine,
Where stream inebriating draughts of wine;
Where fill'd with trembling hands the cups o'erflow
The beds around, and marbled floors below.
Is all forgotten? how JEHOVAH blest
Your fainting fathers in the dreary waste;
When rocks, obedient to the mystick wand,
Dissolv'd to water, and refresh'd the band;
The food of heav'n, on this last age bestow'd,
First round your tents, in morning dews was strew'd;
But mightier blessings on this age ensue;
'Tis CHRIST to them, which was a TYPE to you.
Yet you, the guests of heav'n, can LUST entice
From feasts ambrosial to the styes of vice:
Whom neither WRATH, the thunder of the field,
Nor old IDOLATRY compell'd to yield,
A drunken vagrant, by her fraudful arts,
Has sapp'd your virtue, and seduc'd your hearts:
Remember, oh! my sons, your rank, your state; Think on your , and your future fate; Think on the , from which you spring, Think who's your , your , and your King; Your line from JUDAH does to MARY run, Whom ordain'd to bear his only : Let DAVID's battles, and victorious name Rekindle in your hearts a martial flame; Let SAMUEL gen'rous sentiments convey, And cast the spoils of vanquish'd foes away; To him the guidance of your actions give, Nor suffer kings, , to live; Such lives, if spar'd, the way to peace will bar, And ill-tim'd mercy sow the seeds of war. With him 'twas sin a conquer'd king to save, With you not , but 's brave.\

If yet to God your hearts obsequious move,
With the least force of duty, and of love,
Repent: Repentance always will prevail,
Your guilt annihilate, and pardon seal.
Safe for a time the sinner walks astray,
If this o'ertakes, and brings him to his way.\

A royal youth, by high presumption led,
Trangress'd an order by his father made;
Rob'd of a golden drop the waxen cell,
The knawing rage of hunger to repel;
Incurr'd the doom attendant on the deed,
But by repentance sav'd his forfeit head:
Repentance, always prevalent when true,
The stubborn father from his purpose drew;
Firm in the way of rigid justice stood,
Nor let the royal axes drink his blood.

Lo! I SOBRIETY, of you secure,
To ev'ry virtue will a palm ensure;
Will soon the miscreant, and her slaves restrain,
And lead them captive in a brazen chain;
At CHRIST's tribunal shall the rebels stand,
And feel the weight of his avenging hand.
No more; but quick the flaming cross she threw
Full in the horse's eyes; away they flew
Confounded and amaz'd; scour o'er the plain,
Nor hear the driver, nor obey the rein.
Still in their eyes the flaming cross does glare,
They start, they neigh, they toss their Heads in air;
Blindly o'er rock, and precipice they bound;
The giddy rider tumbles to the ground:
Lock'd in the wheel, she makes the chariot lag,
A dead, unwieldy, cumbrous, heavy drag:
Thick clouds of dust her shining tresses foil,
The golden mitre, and the scented oil.
There, as she roll'd, entangl'd, on the ground,
The Queen of Temperance gave the deadly wound:
A rugged stone, which fortune did provide,
The place of better instruments supply'd;
(Unarm'd she took the field; her only care
The cross's standard in the van to bear)
Full on the mouth with crashing noise it smote,
Beat teeth, and tongue promiscuous down her throat,
Clos'd up the conduit of her vital breath,
And made an hideous spectacle of death;
Cramm'd with a mass, it never felt before,
Of pounded teeth, and fetid clots of gore,
Th' o'erburden'd stomach heav'd against the load,
And cast it, direfully convuls'd, abroad.

Then thus SOBRIETY in scoffing mood,
Let thy last draught, O Drunkard, be thy blood;
Of thy voluptuous life the closing scene
Be form'd of bitterness, disgust, and pain;
Tortur'd with nauseous reachings may you die,
And real pains, conclude fantastic Joy.

The host of trifles, when their hope was dead,
Dispers'd, and broke, in vast confusion fled;
Then Mirth, and Petulancy cast away
The noisy rattles of their childish play;
With such mock arms they jocund tripp'd around,
And wag'd fierce battle with the cymbal's sound.\

Them LOVE soon follow'd, rapid as the wind,
And left ingloriously his arms behind;
With fear as pale as lovers, when their hearts
Are deeply wounded by his poison'd darts.
Slow-marching POMP was forc'd to mend her pace,
Spoil'd of her robe, and ribbands in the race,
Of all the shining wreaths, and drops of gold,
Which grace the head, or do the neck enfold;
And all the gems, the dresser's arts unite
To draw fresh lustre from a mingled light,
Now from their stations in disorder tost,
Bemoan their beauty, and effulgence lost.
Nor tender-footed PLEASURE dar'd to stay,
O'er flinty paths, and thorns she scour'd away;
A greater terror follow'd in the rear,
Hard'ning her feet the rugged ways to bear.
Where'er the routed Squadrons fly, the road
With clasps, crowns, fillets, and with cauls is strew'd;
Here arms to shed, there arms the hair to press,
And all the fine artillery of dress.\

But neither victor, nor victorious bands,
Would with the glitt'ring spoil profane their hands;
With look austere the meanest pass'd it by,
Nor once look'd backward with a wishful eye.

Then AV'RICE came, if ancient fame says true,
To glean the spoil of the luxurious crew;
Tuck'd up a corner of her robe she bore,
Which deeply bellied, like a sheet, before;
But not content with that, on either side
Deep bags, and pouches in long rows were ty'd;
In them the Harpy stow'd with griping hand
The golden booty scrap'd from heaps of sand;
Still with her left concealing close from sight
Whate'er she seiz'd, and gather'd with her right.
CORRUPTION, FAMINE, PERJURY, and PAIN,
With the three sisters of th' infernal train,
CARE, FRAUD, and LYING, WATCHFULNESS, and FEAR,
And gastly PALENESS at her heels appear;
Where'er the fiend her baleful influence sheds,
Crimes spring apace, and murd'rous rapine spreads;
Like rav'ning Wolves, the terror of the wood,
They roar for plunder, and they feast on blood.
A starry helmet lo! yon Soldier wears,
That starry helmet soon his life ensnares;
Observe his Comrade seeks a cause of strife,
And takes the jewels with the owner's life.\

A belt, with gems adorn'd, has there supprest
The voice of nature in the filial breast;
Has drawn the son, for sordid hopes of gain,
To spoil the parent, by another slain:
The lust of lucre shoots the flaming brand
Of civil discord thro' a peaceful land,
To dire extremes th' insatiate rage has run;
The rav'ning parent robs his only son.

Such scenes of cruelty the Monster wrought,
And mighty numbers to destruction brought;
Ten thousand ways ten thousand ills contrives,
To rob deluded mortals of their lives;
One she deprives of intellectual light,
And leaves him wand'ring in the shades of night;
No ray of reason to the wretch supplies,
Nor patting staff, that substitute of eyes.

For stronger minds a guileful bait she lays,
And with imaginary good betrays;
With fair appearances the sense is won,
And, while they stoop to take, they are undone,
Nor see their danger, till the wounded heart
Sobs sudden at the ent'rance of the dart.

Let flames enwrap the dome; yet man's desire
Will dive for riches in that flood of fire;
From pointed flames too covetous to turn;
And love, and lover will together burn.
Widely she lords it o'er this earthly ball,
And all, that's mortal, by her hands shall fall;
A greater plague was never sent by fate,
To banish peace, and multiply debate;
No fiend so fruitful of destructive schemes
To catch the worldling in infernal flames.\

Ev'n God's own priests, the holy LEVITE train
(If such traditions ought of truth retain)
While in the front successful war they wage,
And wake with trumpet's sounds the warrior's rage
With furious combat AVARICE assail'd,
And, but for REASON, had too sure prevail'd;
Almighty REASON, wont in arms to shine,
A firm adherent to the priestly line,
Catch'd on her beamy shield the falling blow,
Her sons protected, and repell'd the foe;
Behind that fence now well-secur'd they stand,
Far from the reach of any hostile hand.
Some few indeed, who off their guard had been,
Her darts did hit, and gently raz'd the skin.
Unhurt the rest escap'd the shocks of fight,
Of heart unbroken, and in thought upright.

The rueful pest in wild amazement stood,
To see her shafts reverting without blood,
And thus, o'recharg'd with spiteful wrath, exprest
The flood of passion boiling in her breast.\

SLOTH thro' our host his drousy pow'r has spread;
Our former vigour, and success is fled;
Languid the arm, that slew without controul,
And widely ravag'd ev'ry human soul;
For never nature, by her plastick art,
Gave such hard temper to a carnal heart,
As long contention with our arms to hold,
Unpierc'd, unbroken by almighty gold.
O'er ev'ry temper absolute we reign,
The mild, morose; the simple, and the vain;
Not only minds devoid of reason's ray
By goldenlights are often drawn astray,
But ev'n the wise consent to miss their way.
Harlots for gold will practice wanton arts,
And Prudes themselves be found with yielding hearts;
To us the monarch of th' infernal reign
Owes ev'ry subject, which his floods constrain;
From us he got them; by our arms they fell;
We drove them headlong to the gates of hell.
We the sole cause of all the woe and strife,
Which cast such shadows o'er a mortal life;
We point the paths, thro' which lost mankind run,
Undoing others, and themselves undone.\

Whence is't, our bold resolves now end in shame?
Why ebbs our fortune? why declines our fame?
The CHRISTIAN now can un-entic'd behold
The charming lustre of refulgent gold;
Can the bright silver's beauteous form despise,
And look on wealth with undesiring eyes:
Whence this affected scorn? this proud disdain?
Did not the great ICARIOT wear my chain?
The princely JUDAS, honour'd by his Lord,
Rank'd with his Peers, and feasting at his board,
Yet from his table, on the festal day,
To us deserted, and receiv'd our pay;
For thirty pieces a vile contract made,
A God, a Saviour, and a Friend betray'd;
And last to strike, and make the compact good,
Himself he hang'd, and blood atton'd for blood.\

Let JERICO our great atchievements tell,
When ACHAN battled, and her bulwarks fell;
With ev'ry laurel of the war his own,
For squadrons routed, and a wall o'erthrown,
The conquer'd spoil his conqu'ring arm assail'd,
And gold succeeded, where the sword had fail'd.
Not all the merit his fam'd lineage pleads,
Their faith implicit, and heroick deeds,
Not ev'n the star, that shone in JUDAH's line,
Nor ABRAM trusting in the word divine,
Could wretched ACHAN's punishment abate,
Or save his houshold from their fiery fate.\

Sure then a race, which takes such pious care
Each word, each action by their sire's to square,
Won't, at the last, be backward to comply,
And keep the same resemblance when they die;
With justice now, since over-match'd in war,
For JUDAH's sons I'll bait the fraudful snare;
For God's High-priests will frame the dark design,
(So call they A'ron, and the sacred line)
It matters little how we shape our course
To glorious conquest; be it fraud, or force.

So spake the fiend, and instant on the place
Puts off the fury's arms, the fury's face;
And, in their room, amazing change! is seen
A decent habit, and engaging mien;
A virtue now she outwardly appears,
The very dress, the very visage wears
Of plain FRUGALITY; her sole delight
To live on little, and preserve her right:
No longer rav'nous on another preys,
But steals, by industry, a virtue's praise.

Thus chang'd, she enters on the field of fame,
Not in a Vice's, but a Virtue's name;
For snakes assumes old age's snowy hairs,
A well-known emblem of parental cares;
And, in a matron's modest raiment drest,
Seems of a numerous progeny possest.
Hence what by rapine, and by theft she gains
Comes from good conduct, and domestick pains;
Hence all her hoardings with penurious care,
Are pious savings for a worthy heir.

Whilst thus th' Impostor play'd her wily arts,
And won the multitude's believing hearts,
In crowds they follow the destructive fiend,
And think, they Virtue, and her steps attend,
Wilfully swallow ev'ry bait she leaves,
Flock to her call, and glory to be slaves;
The sons of Virtue at th' ambiguous shew
Stood in amaze, and at a loss to know
What part to take, the error how decide,
Repel the foe, or in the friend confide;
Wond'rous the mixture, intricate and nice,
Where ends the virtue, and begins the vice!

With grief distracted, from the distant rear,
Came CHARITY, an honest volunteer;
Who, tho' she hindmost rank'd, remote from sight,
Alone must turn the dubious scale of fight;
Not now with gold oe'rcharg'd, but wholly bare,
And eas'd of all pecuniary care;
Tho' once on fortune's golden tide she sail'd,
The spring at length, by frequent running, fail'd;
But still she views with secret, heart-felt joy,
Her urn exhausted, and the channel dry;
Wisely she parted with her copious store,
To cloath the naked, and relieve the poor;
Bankrupt on earth, she all in alms had giv'n,
But rich in FAITH's expectancies from heav'n.

When AV'RICE saw this thund'ring foe appear,
Her heart beat quick with fate-foreboding fear;
A sudden Stupor o'er her senses flies,
And certain death stood obvious to her eyes;
Corruption's arts, and gold's enchanting pow'r,
She saw, would fail her in the fatal hour;
Too well she knew the genius of her foe,
How great her scorn for all that's priz'd below;
How, once unloos'd from lucre's galling chain,
She vow'd, she never would be caught again.

Here She, whose presence powerfully inclines
The human heart to generous designs,
Her folding arms around the Miser threw,
And in close durance to her breast she drew;
Clasp'd round the neck one hand's constringent force
Of Respiration intercepts the course,
The duct of vital air compressing broke,
And spread pale horror o'er her meagre look;
Th' etherial spirit now no more maintains
An open commerce with the lungs and veins,
But life shut up, like lamps without repair
Of wasted vigour by nutritious air,
In dark corporeal cells now sobs now sighs,
And struggling, panting in its prison dies.
Loos'd from the grasp the body beats the ground,
Unstain'd, unbloody, and without a wound.
The joyful victor, with insulting tread,
Struts o'er the ruins of the meagre dead,
Unloads the vanquish'd of the motley spoil,
The due reward of military toil;
From tatter'd bags, where moths prolific bred,
And plenteously in mouldy pastures fed,
Unnumber'd heaps of rusty coin she drew,
Rever'd by AV'RICE for their virid hue;
With countless masses of unripen'd gold,
Unpurg'd by fire, unshapen in the mould;
All these, obtain'd by Fraud, preserv'd with fear,
The tedious work of many a painful year,
The great of heart, whom no self interest guides,
Among her poor confederates divides,
And, as they clos'd her round, with look serene,
And diction mild, bespoke th' attentive train.

Retire, ye Just, from off th' embattled field,
Fearless of danger, when the foe is kill'd:
Henceforth let war, and madding discord cease,
And turn, with safety, to the arms of peace,
Peace is consummate; if the heart desires
No more, than what necessity requires;
Plainness of dress; a simple, wholsome fare,
Repelling hunger, and inclement air;
Nature's demands nor here, nor there exceed;
Nor gayly dress, nor delicately feed;
If business urges, and you needs must run
Ev'n from the rising, to the setting sun,
Think not a moment, nor a moment stay
For food, or raiment; but pursue your way.
No thought beyond the current hour extend,
Nor this day's bus'ness with to morrow's blend;
Each morning sun does self-sufficient rise,
And all th' expences of his day supplies.
Behold the wing'd inhabitants of air,
Sumptuous they feast, yet nothing they prepare;
But hourly find, when forth by hunger led,
The cup replenish'd, and the table spread;
Content they cast all farther cares aside,
And in God's bounteous providence confide.
Blush Reason, blush! when ev'n the bird that flies,
So lowly rated that a farthing buys,
Esteems itself more worthy of the care
Of God, than Man, who doth his image bear:
Weak, inconsistent Man, who now canst call
Thyself heav'ns fav'rite, and the Lord of All;
Anon canst fear this fav'rite will be left
Of raiment destitute, of food bereft: But learn, tho' late, the ways of truth to scan, That God, who breath'd the breath of life on man, In point of justice, is concern'd to save The breath imparted, and the life he gave.

Terrestrial dainties, that corrupt and cloy,
Are but poor sources of convivial joy;
To rich repasts does God his Saints invite,
To rich repasts of intellectual light;
Divine, ambrosial nurture, that conveys
To souls elect a boundless length of days:
To this aspire; on this devoutly feed;
And trust to God for what your bodies need.

Her balmy words each anxious heart appeas'd;
Calm'd ev'ry thought, and every grievance eas'd;
The flush of triumph reassum'd its place,
And shone unclouded in each virtue's face;
But th' adverse party, smote with sore affright,
Flew off, and plac'd their safety in their flight;
FRAUD false of tongue, and heart-corroding CARE,
And murd'rous RAPINE never known to spare.\

Then Peace advanc'd, and Plenty round her smil'd,
And drove grim war, and terror from the field;
Loos'd was each helm, and ev'ry belt unbound,
No more was heard the martial trumpet's sound;
War's threatning front receiv'd a softer grace,
And strutting soldiers learn'd the step of peace;
Long robes, pacific garb, flow'd o'er the plain,
And to their sheaths the swords return'd again;
Clear was the air; the clouds of dust were laid,
Which earth had buried in their pitchy shade;
Fresh to the sight emerg'd a beauteous scene,
Not bath'd in blood, but deck'd with lively green;
O'er heav'n the sun diffus'd a brighter day;
Nature reviv'd; and all the world was gay.\

With ev'ry hour new funds of pleasure rise;
First, earth in peace; and next, unfolding skies;
The Son of God, presented to the view,
Holds forth the prize, and shews their hopes were true;
Points out the distant port, where endless ease
Awaits them landed from tempestuous seas.\

With silver trump now CONCORD gave the sign,
Quick parts the host, and line divides from line;
In sep'rate squadrons there the Horsemen ride;
Here march the Foot in military pride;
O glorious pomp of war! how gay they shin'd,
In spotless vestures of the lucid kind,
Not stain'd by art, but native snowy-white,
Pure as their hearts, to feast the raptur'd sight!
Back to their tents they flock, the war now o'er,
And place the Eagles, where they sat before.
In joyful strains victorious hymns they sung,
The mountains eccho'd, and the vallies rung.\

Such thankful lays the Hebrew race exprest,
Such holy raptures fir'd each tuneful breast,
When on the farther shore secure they stood,
And view'd the fury of the warring flood;
Saw the high walls of pendent crystal flow
In rushing mountains on th' embattled foe;
Saw Ægypt's pride in foaming oceans drown'd,
Where late they march'd, up-born on solid ground;
Saw refluent waves o'erwhelm the sandy plain,
And to the fish restore their watry reign.
Enraptur'd thoughts JEHOVAH's deeds inspire,
JEHOVAH's deeds were sung on ev'ry lyre;
Still in the song we see the waves divide,
And form a liquid mound on ev'ry side;
Still, lost in wonder, praise the pow'r that clave
The rowling main, and petrify'd the wave.\

Thus Virtue's conqu'ring bands essay'd to sing,
Loud notes of triumph to the vocal string;
And nobly painted, in the mystick lay,
The great deliv'rance of a future day.

Scarce to the camp the marching squadrons came,
Where double valves a narrow entrance frame,
When, sent by FRAUD, a sudden storm arose,
And rueful Faction broke their hop'd repose,
Their songs of conquest into sorrow turn,
And leave no cause to triumph, but to mourn.

In the host's center, with success elate,
As CONCORD enter'd thro' the narrow gate,
A wily foe did there insidious hide,
And struck a deadly weapon at her side;
In vain the mail its rigid plates oppos'd,
Bound fast with steel, and to the body clos'd;
The fiend espying, where the deepest row
Of scales indented seem'd to start below,
Thither conveys th' insinuating dart,
Ruffled the skin, but hit no vital part.
Such sudden strokes awak'ning FATES provide
For fond security, and slumb'ring pride;
And this revenge the profligated foe
To baneful DISCORD's black contrivance owe.
For lately banish'd from the rebel host
With prudent caution, for they fear'd her most,
To our battallions, quick transform'd, she came
In friendly semblance, and a social name;
The tatter'd vesture, which her works display'd,
And deadly wand of twining serpents made,
She left behind her, where the battle bled,
And with a wreath of olive crown'd her head;
Then join'd in festal hymns the vocal quire,
Where none sung sweeter, and none shouted higher.
Beneath her robe the dagger she conceal'd,
With which, fair CONCORD, she thy life assail'd;
'Gainst thee alone of all the host intent,
And studiously on thy destruction bent;
But fortune lighten'd the malicious blow,
And turn'd remorse and sorrow on the foe.
Some drops of oozing blood, at last, were seen
To issue faintly thro' the ruffled skin.\

CONCORD alarm'd, cries out; what hostile hand
Lurks in disguise amid our friendly band?
Who she, that seeks my being to destroy,
And with the sword disturbs our present joy?
To what effect have we by combat broke
Each haughty rebel unto reason's yoke,
All vice controul'd, and ev'ry Virtue free'd,
If Virtue's ruin shall with peace succeed?\

With fear and tremb'ling, ev'ry eye espy'd
The blood distilling from the punctur'd side:
When in the countenance an anxious cloud
Singled the hand of murder from the crowd;
In various characters was read her guilt,
And deep conviction of the blood she spilt;
Her hand, when seiz'd, with languid tremors shook,
And paleness pleaded guilty in her look.\

Quick in a globe the virtuous host appears
Drawn round the assassin with pointed spears, Whilst all interrogate her name, her place,
Her country, office, enterprize, and race,
What God she worships, and at whose command,
She boldly mingled with their holy band:
The fiend, tho' sensible of danger nigh,

Makes no evasion, but this blunt reply:
DISCORD, and HERESY's the name I bear,
My God is mutable; now form, now air;
Now less, now greater; just as fancy wills;
An innate soul that all extension fills;
Now one, now two; BELIAL's my master's name,
And the wide earth the country which I claim.\

FAITH, Queen of Virtues, could not long endure
Language so blasphemous, and so impure;
But to the head the steely shaft she drew,
Swift to the tongue the whizzing arrow flew,
Th' alternate flux of vital air supprest,
And bound that instrument of hell to rest.
Then, quick as thought, the monster's coarse they tear,
And ev'ry virtue does a portion bear;
Dogs some to feast, for vultures some a prey,
While some to fishes, or to sinks convey;
The brutal tribes the mangled carcass rend;
And such was HERESY's deserved end:
A death, like life, the miscreant did betide,
She liv'd dismemb'ring, and dismember'd dy'd.

When now the common weal was ascertain'd,
And private rest, with publick peace, regain'd,
Ev'n the low vulgar were allow'd to please,
Themselves in all the liberties of ease;
Safe in the camp each moment to employ
To heal past sorrows with succeeding joy.

Next, on a central eminence they place
A double pile, but on one common base;
The lower part, a fair tribunal, shews
August and spacious; but above it grows,
A narrower edifice; whose top commands
A boundless prospect over seas and lands.
Thither the Queens ascending take their seat,
With equal dignity, and equal state,
CONCORD and FAITH; precedence neither take,
But scorn all difference for agreement's sake.
Then thro' the camp their messengers they send,
And summon all their people to attend.\

Chearful each mental faculty obeys
The sov'reign mandate, nor absconding stays;
Tho' numerous labyrinths the mind supply'd,
The ling'ring truants in its folds to hide:
Each tent was struck; each canvas open lay'd,
That none might slumber in the darksome shade.\

The pow'rs assembled with impatience wait,
Anxious to know the bus'ness of the state,
Why, when no more the marks of war were seen,
CONCORD decreed a council shou'd convene,
What for the publick good FAITH meant to do,
Amend old edicts, or promulgate new.\

Then CONCORD first the gen'ral silence broke,
Drew deep attention, and serenely spoke.\

Thrice happy Virtues! now compleatly blest!
Henceforth consign'd to everlasting rest!
Still true to God, and to the christian name!
Full is th' allotted measure of your fame: Extinct the foe, that would your peace confound,
And beat your sacred city to the ground;
With hostile flames the holy place would burn,
And all its glories into ashes turn.
Now private friendship labour to improve,
For publick peace is built on private love;
Domestick ruptures thro' a nation run,
And private quarrels have whole states undone;
Watch ev'ry motion then with jealous care,
And of litigious sentiments beware;
New sects are oft by private zeal begot,
And enmity soon learn'd, but ne'er forgot.
For trifling notions friend with friend will part,
And diff'rent tenets alienate the heart;
However opposite you think or write,
Let christian charity your souls unite;
Of ev'ry life be that the ruling line;
For what's divided hastens to decline.
'Twixt God and Man as JESUS interpos'd,
And the wide breach by mediation clos'd;
Sharing both natures, both he did combine,
Earth rais'd to heav'n, and mortal to divine;
Thus let, in acts of body and of soul,
One spirit govern, and connect our whole.
Love is th' gen'ral law; the planets run,
By love attracted, round their central sun;
Love is the cement of this earthly ball; Dissolve that cement, and the whole must fall. Of no will your God approve, Unless prefer'd with and ; Ev'n on the altar when the lies, Heav'n will reject the blazing sacrifice, If livid flames of within you hide, And from your brother turn your heart aside: Nay, should you stand the 's flame, And bravely suffer for the name, Yet in your breast if should remain, The groaning burns, and dies in vain: That little drop of will sour The cup presented to the heav'nly pow'r. , alone compleats the plan, And stamps on the works of man; in ev'ry station can abide, Untouch'd with , and unswell'd with ; When grieves not; readily ; And, so unbigotted, she all ; With general pardon sure each day to crown, Her must always with the go down: Who seeks the favour of his God to win? With at heart he must his suit begin: From that fragrant odours rise, Peaceful on , and grateful to the . CHRIST will such votaries with joy receive, And due regard to their petitions give: But shou'd the , enemy to , Assume the plumage of the harmless , Mix with the flock, and ape their manners too, As fondly bill, and as uxorious woe; By certain marks we learn from God to know The from the : In woolly softness oft the will hide His savage aspect, and his tawny pride, And safely, cover'd with the fair disguise, Pass unsuspected by the eyes, Fell rage, and slaughter thro' the flock will spread, And heap the fold with numbers of the dead: From them the derive their arts, Thus , and play'd their Parts; And thus my suffrances, tho' trivial, shew What hostile fraud will, undetected, do. No more she utter'd: When her plaintive tongue Drew groans of sympathy from all the throng.

Next FAITH, to heal their bleeding hearts, arose;
No longer grieve, triumphant o'er your woes:
Tho' death was slily aim'd at CONCORD's breast,
I timely succour'd, and its force represt:
She too to me will mutual aid afford;
And, join'd with her, I fear no hostile sword.

But still one labour there remains to grace
Our past atchievements; and a work of peace;
Resembling that, which was in JUDAH done
By warlike DAVID's wise, pacifick Son;
The prudent father from the work abstain'd,
For royal blood his slaught'ring hand distain'd:
And only hands, of blood unconscious, dare
Erect, and consecrate an House of Pray'r:
ZION with joy beheld the fabrick rise, And God, descendant from superior skies,
Thither his glory visible translate,
And make JERUSALEM his royal seat:
Then did the Ark, itinerant before,
Obtain a residence, and roam no more.\

Here too let us with JUDAH's monarch vie,
And rear a stately structure to the sky;
Where God may deign conspicuous to abide,
And o'er the Temples of our Hearts preside;
Say, what avails it, tho' our arms o'erthrew
The rebel race, and quell'd the earth-born crew,
If yet the Son of God, ordain'd to come
Sin to abolish, and reverse our doom,
Shall, heav'n descended, find no human breast
Adorn'd, and furnish'd for its heav'nly guest?
Quick then, ye Sons of God, ye virtuous race,
Proceed to cultivate the works of Peace;
No longer in the tented field appear,
Poising the shield, and brandishing the spear;
Of some rich * Fane project the grand design,
Of Peace a monument, for God a shrine.

Here FAITH her pious exhortation ends,
And, with her Sister, from the tow'r descends,
Studious by Line to measure ev'ry part,
Confin'd, and govern'd by the rules of art,
Four Fronts with curious symmetry to frame,
That no odd angle shou'd the structure maim:
Three gates are set to catch the morning ray,
Three to the breezes from the western sea;
Three more are beaten by the northern cold,
And three a southern situation hold:
Not of rude stone, which fossile earth supplies,
The specious portals of each quarter rise;
But solid gems, transpierc'd with artful skill,
The stately arch of ev'ry portal fill;

Three beauteous species of transparent stone
Each front compos'd, and, in their orders, shone;
From lucid surfaces dart copious rays
Of vivid colours, in a mingled blaze:
In one the Chrysolite, with clouded veins
Of sparkling gold, the middle station gains;
And, in fit union with its languid beams,
Conjoins the Beryl's, and the Saphire's flames.

In this Chalcedons, with their native gloom,
Full light from neighbouring Hyacinths assume;
Or, hid with art in splendor not their own,
Reflect the azure of the Turquois stone.\

In that the sanguine Amethyst is laid,
To tinge the Sardonyx a watry red;
And various Jaspers, to that quarter born,
Diffuse their splendor, and the whole adorn.\

Fair, in the fourth, the Emerald is seen,
Vying with nature in a vernal green;
From ev'ry point a sylvan splendor streams,
A lucid verdure, and cærulean beams.
There too, O Chrysoprass, you hold a place,
And fast by thee, the Topazes unite
A golden lustre, and refreshing light.
The cordage cracks, the lab'ring wheels scarce rear,
The pond'rous masses of the gems they bear.

The inmost shrine, for Wisdom's throne design'd,
Stands on sev'n columns of the crystal kind;
O'er which is laid, of one pellucid stone,
A curious capital, in form a cone;
Along the base are sinuous flutings wrought,
With softest touch, and elegance of thought.
The same the pearl, which FAITH so high did rate,
And cheaply purchas'd with her whole estate.\

There heav'n-born WISDOM constantly resides,
And there all national concerns decides,
Enacts new laws, and publishes a plan
To form, and regulate the life of man:
A sylvan scepter in her hand she bears,
Untouch'd, uninjur'd by the waste of years;
Nor shape, nor polish from the loom it drew,
But rough, and branchy; of a rustick hue;
And, tho' no sap the sever'd root supplies,
Its verdure fades not, nor the blossom dies:
The snow-white lilly, and the russet rose
A twining foliage round the trunk dispose;
All fresh and gay, as in their earthy beds
They never droop, they never hang their heads.

Such once, of old, in A'RON's hand was seen
For ever blooming in a vernal green;
Still round the arid, unprolifick wood
Unfading leaves, and rural beauties stood.\

Indulgent Lord! who didst, in mercy, deign
To aid the poet, and supply the strain,
To thee our thanks we pay in vocal lays,
For vice untunes the heart for silent praise.
By thee assisted bravely we represt
Th' insidious thoughts, that harbour'd in the breast;
By thee enlight'ned clearly we beheld
The dreadful combats of the carnal field;
Saw doubtful Fortune hov'ring o'er the heart,
Now take the worse, and then the better part,
Now sway to Vice, anon to Virtue bend,
Now save, now damn, and to perdition send.\

Oft have I felt the influence of the God,
When in my soul he fix'd his fair abode,
Did strength to ev'ry faculty impart,
And drive the crowd of rebels from my heart,
But soon these glitt'ring scenes of joy were o'er,
And vice, and darkness triumph as before;
Wars, horrid wars within my bosom rage,
And man's two natures furiously engage;
The carnal frame endeavours to retain
Th' etherial spirit in a miry chain;
The spirit, active as the solar ray,
Repels th' oppressor, and aspires to day:
Thus darkness jars incessantly with light,
And hostile natures animate the fight;
'Till life's great Lord appears on Virtue's side,
Then quick those tumults of the soul subside;
No noise is heard; all earthly quarrels cease,
And ev'ry Virtue is enthron'd in peace:
Where Vice, harsh tyrant, play'd without controul,
Now CHRIST commands, and decorates the soul;
With moral charms bedecks the mental fane,
Where you, fair WISDOM, shall for ever reign.