Tis this makes joy a duty to the wife; 'Tis impious in a good man to be fad. 675 See thou, Lorenzo! where hangs all our hope? 680 685 Sacred to man, and fovereign through the whole 695 Doft ask me when? When he who dy'd returns ; Returns, how chang'd! Where then the man of woe ? In glory's terrors all the Godhead burns; And all his courts, exhaufted by the tide Of deities triumphant in his train, Leave a ftupendous folitude in heaven; Replenish'd foon, replenish'd with increase Of pomp, and multitude; a radiant band Of angels new ;, of angels from the tomb. Is this my fancy thrown remote; and rife Dark doubts between the promise and event? I fend thee not to volumes for thy cure; Read Nature; Nature is a friend to truth; G 3 700 Nature Nature is Chriftian; preaches to mankind; 705 715 720 Through depths of ether; coafts unnumber'd worlds, 710 56 730. Live thou with life; live dearer of the two. 735 740 And made that choice, which once was but my fate. «On argument alone my faith is built :" Reafon purfu'd is faith; and, unpursued Where proof invites, 'tis reason, then, no more: When faith is virtue, reafon makes it fo. ; 750 Wrong not the Christian; think not reason yours: 765 To give loft reafon life, He pour'd his own: G 4 760 Which Which dying, tenfold terror gives to death, 765 Learn hence what honours, what loud paans, due To thofe, who push our antidote afide; Whofe fatal love ftabs every joy, and leaves Death's terror heighten'd, gnawing on his heart. 770 Thefe pompous fons of reafon idoliz'd And vilified at once; of reafon dead, Then deify'd, as monarchs were of old; What conduct plants proud laurels on their brow? And then, exulting in their taper, cry, "Behold the fun :" and, Indian-like, adore. 780 Talk they of morals? O thou bleeding Love! Thou maker of new morals to mankind! The grand morality is love of Thee. As wife as Socrates, if fuch they were, (Nor will they 'bate of that fublime renown) As wife as Socrates, might juftly stand 785 The definition of a modern fool. A Christian is the highest ftile of man : And is there, who the blessed Cross wipes off, The wretch they quit, defponding of their charge, 790 Ye 795 Ye fold to fenfe! ye citizens of earth! (For such alone the Christian banner fly) Know ye how wife your choice, how great your gain? Behold the picture of earth's happiest man : "He calls his wifh, it comes; he fends it back, "And fays, he call'd another; that arrives, "Meets the fame welcome; yet he still calls on; 800 "Till one calls him, who varies not his call, "But holds him faft, in chains of darkness bound, «Till nature dies, and judgment sets him free ; "A freedom far lefs welcome than his chain." But grant man happy; grant him happy long; 805 Add to life's higheft prize her latest hour; That hour, fo late, is nimble in approach, That, like a post, comes on in full career : How swift the shuttle flies, that weaves thy fhroud ! Where is the fable of thy former years ? Thrown down the gulph of time; as far from Thee As they had ne'er been thine; the day in hand, Like a bird ftruggling to get loofe, is going; Scarce now poffefs'd, fo fuddenly 'tis gone; 810 And each swift moment fled, is death advanc'd 815 By ftrides as swift: Eternity is All; And whofe Eternity? Who triumphs there? For ever basking in the Deity! Lorenzo! who?-Thy confcience shall reply. O give it leave to speak; 't will speak ere long, Thy leave unafk'd: Lorenzo! hear it now, While useful its advice, its accent mild. 820 By |