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Yet gave me, in this dark Eftate,
Or warns me not to do,
This, teach me more than Hell to fhun,
For God is paid when Man receives,
Yet not to Earth's contracted Span
Let not this weak unknowing hand
confidence full of Hope and Immortality. To give all this the greater weight, the Poet chofe for his model the LORD's PRAYER, which, of all others, beft deferves the title prefixed to his Paraphrafe.
If I am right, thy grace impart,
Save me alike from foolish Pride,
At aught thy wisdom has deny'd,
That Mercy show to me.
Oh lead me wherefoe'er I
Thro' this day's Life or Death.
If I am right, thy grace impart,-
As the imparting of grace, on the Chriftian fyftem, is a stronger exertion of the Divine Power than the natural illumination of the heart, one would expect that right and wrong should change places; more aid being required to restore men to right, than to kee them in it. But as it was the Poet's purpose to infinuate that Revelation was the right, nothing could better express his purpose, than making the right secured by the guards of grace.
This day, be Bread and Peace my Lot:
Thou know'ft if beft beftow'd or not,
To thee, whofe Temple is all Space,
The Dying Chriftian to his SOUL.
ITAL fpark of heav'nly flame!
Hark! they whisper; Angels fay,
Steals my fenfes, shuts my fight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death?
* This ode was written in imitation of the famous fonnet of Hadrian to his departing foul; but as much fuperior to his original, in fenfe and fublimity, as the Chriftian Religion is to the Pagan.