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I cast them at thy feet-my only plea
Is what it was, dependence upon thee,
While struggling in the vale of tears below,
That never failed, nor shall it fail me now.
Angelic gratulations rend the skies,
Pride falls unpitied never more to rise,
Humility is crowned, and faith receives the prize.

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EXPOSTULATION.

Tantane, tam patiens, nullo certamime tolli
Dona sines?

VIRG.

Why weeps the muse for England? What appears
In England's case to move the muse to tears?
From side to side of her delightful ille
Is she not clothed with a perpetual smile?
Can nature add a charm, or art confer
A new-found luxury not feen in her ?
Where under heaven is pleasure more pursued,
Or where does cold reflection less intrude?
Her fields a rich expanse of wavy corn,
Poured out from plenty's overflowing horn;
Ambrosial gardens, in which art supplies
The fervour and the force of Indian skies

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Her peaceful shores, where busy commerce waits
To pour his golden tide through all her gates ;

Whom fiery suns, that scorch the ruffet spice
Of eastern groves, and oceans foored with ice
Forbid in vain to push his daring way
To darker climes, or climes of brighter day;
Whom the winds waft wherever the billows roll,
From the world's girdle to the frozen pole;
The chariots bounding in her wheel-worn streets,
Her vaults below, where every vintage meets;
Her theatres, her revels, and her sports ;
The scenes, to which not youth alone resorts,
But age, in spite of weakness and of pain,
Still haunts, in hope to dream of youth again ;
All speak her happy: let the mufe look round
From East to West, no forrow can be found :
Or only what, in cottages confined,
Sighs unregarded to the passing wind.
Then wherefore weep for England? What appears
In England's case to move the muse to tears?

The prophet wept for Israel ; wished his eyes
Were fountains fed with infinite supplies :
For Israel dealt in robbery and wrong ;
There were the scorner's and the Nanderer's tongue;
Oaths, ufed as playthings or convenient tools,
As interest biassed knaves, or fashion forls ;
Adultery, neighing at his neighbour's door ;
Oppreffior, labouring hard to grind the poor ;

The partial balance, and deceitful weight;
The treacherous smile, a mask for secret hate ;
Hypocrisy, formality in prayer,
And the dull service of the lip were there.
Her women, insolent and self-carefled,
By vanity's unwearied finger dressed,
Forgot the blush that virgin fears impart
To modeft cheeks, and borrowed one from art ;
Were juft such trifles, without worth or use,
As filly pride and idleness produce ;
Curled, scented, furbelowed, and flounced around,
With feet too delicate to touch the ground,
They stretched the neck, and rolled the wanton eye,
And sighed for every fool that fluttered by.

He faw his people Naves to every luft,
Lewd, avaricious, arrogant, unjust;
He heard the wheels of an avenging God
Groan heavily along the distant road;
Saw Babylon set wide her two-leaved brass
To let the military deluge pass;
Jerusalem a prey, her glory soiled,
Her princes captive, and her treasures spoiled ;
Wept till all Israel heard his bitter cry,
Stamped with his foot, and smote upon his thigh :
But wept, and stamped, and smote his thigh in vain,
Pleasure is deaf when told of future pain,

And sounds prophetic are too rough to suit
Ears long accustomed to the pleasing lute:
They fcorned his inspiration and his theme,
Pronounced him frantic, and his fears a dream;
With self-indulgence winged the fleeting hours,
Till the foé found them, and down fell the towers.

Long time Affyria bound them in her chain,
Till penitence had purged the public ftain,
And Cyrus, with relenting pity moved,
Returned them happy to the land they loved;
There, proof against prosperity, awhile
They ftood the test of her ensnaring smile,
And had the grace in scenes of peace to show
The virtue, they had learned in scenes of woe.
Fut man is frail, and can but ill sustain
A long immunity from grief and pain;
And after all the joys that plenty leads,
With tip-toe step vice filently succeeds.

When he thas ruled them with a shepherd's rod,
In form a man, in dignity a God,
Came, not expected in that humble guise,
To lift and search them with unerring eyes,
He found, concealed beneath a fair outside,
The filth of rottenness and worm of pride ;
Their piety a syftem of deceit,
Scripture employed to sanctify the cheat;

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