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Called to the temple of impure delight,
He that abftains, and he alone, does right.
If a with wander that way, call it home;
He cannot long be safe whose wishes roam.
But, if you pass the threshold, you are caught ;
Die then, if power Almighty save you not.
There hardening by degrees, till double steeled,
Take leave of nature's God, and God revealed ;
Then laugh at all you trembled at before ;
And, joining the free-thinkers brutal roar,
Swallow the two grand noftrums they dispense-
That scripture lies, and blafphemy is fenfe.
If clemency revolted by abuse
Be damnable, then damned without excuse.

Some dream that they can filence, when they will,
The storm of passion, and say, Peace, be still;
But “ Thus far and no fasther," when addressed
To the wild wave, or wilder human breast,
Implies authority that never can,
That never ought to be the lot of man.

But muse forbear; long flights forebode a fall;
Strike on the deep-toned chord the sum of all.

Hear the juft law-the judgment of the skies !
He that hates truth shall be the dupe of lies:
And he that will be cheated to the laft,
Delusions strong as hell shall bind him faft.

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But if the wanderer his mistake discern,
Judge his own ways, and sign for a return,
Bewildered once, muft he bewail his loss
For ever and for ever? No the cross !
There and there only (though the deift rave,
And atheist, if earth bear so base a slave);
There and there only is the power to save.
There no delusive hope invites despair ;
No mockery meets you, no deception there.
The spells and charms, that blinded you before,
All vanith there, and fascinate no mure.

I am no preacher, let this hint suffice-
The cross once seen is death to every vice :
Else he that hung there suffered all his pain,
Bled, groaned, and agonized, and died, in vain.

TRUTH

Pensantur trutina.

Hor. Lib. II. Epift. 1

Man, on the dubious waves of error toffed,
His ship half foundered, and his compass lost,
Sees, far as human optics may command,
A sleeping fog, and fancies it dry land :
Spreads all his canvass, every finew p:ies ;
Pants for it, aims at it, enters it, and dies !
Then farewell all self-satisfying schemes,
His well built systems, philosophic dreams ;
Deceitful views of future bliss farewell !
He reads his sentence at the flames of hell.

Hard lot of man-to toil for the reward
Of virtue, and yet lore it! Wherefore hard ?-
He that would win the race niuft guide his horse
Obedient to the customs of the course;.

Else, though unequalled to the goal he flies,
A meaner than himself shall gain the prize.
Grace leads the right way: if you choose the wrong,
Take it and perish ; but restrain your tongue;
Charge not, with light sufficient, and left free,
Your wilful suicide on God's decree.

Oh how unlike the complex works of man,
Heaven's easy, artless, unincumbered plan!
No meretricious graces to beguile,
No clustering ornaments to clog the pile;
From oftentation as from weakness free,
It stands like the cerulean arch we fee,
Majestic in its own simplicity.
Inscribed above the portal from afar
Conspicuous as the brightness of a star,
Legible only by the light they give,
Stand the soul-quickening words-BELIEVE AND LIVE,
Too many, shocked at what should charm them moft,
Despise the plain direction and are loft.
Heaven on such terms ! (they cry with proud disdain)
Incredible, impoffible, and vain !
Rebel, because 'tis easy to obey ;
And scorn, for its own sake, the gracious way..
These are the sober, in whose cooler brains
Some thought of immortality remains ;

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The reft too busy or too gay to wait
On the sad theme, their everlasting state,
Sport for a day and perish in a night,
The foam upon the waters not fo light.

Who judged the Pharisee? What odious cause
Exposed him to the vengeance of the laws ?
Had he seduced a virgin, wronged a friend,
Or ftabbed a man to serve some private end?
Was blafphemy his fin? Or did he ftray
From the ftri&t duties of the facred day?
Sit long and late at the carousing board ?
(Such were the fins with which he charged his Lord.)
No-the man's morals were exact, what then ?
'Twas his ambition to be seen of men ;
His virtues were his pride ; and that one vice
Made all his virtues gewgaws of no price ;
He wore them as fine trappings for a show,
A praying, fynagogue-frequenting, beau.

The self-applauding bird, the peacock fee
Mark what a fumptucus Pharisee is he!
Meridian sun-beams tempt him to unfold
His radiant glories, azure, green, and gold :
He treads as if, some solemn music near,
His measured step were governed by his ear;
And seems to say-Ye mcaner fowl give place,
I am all fplendour, dignity, and grace !

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