The duft that waits upon this fultry march When fin hath mov'd him, and his wrath is hot, Shall vifit earth in mercy; fhall defcend Propitious, in his chariot paved with love, And what his forms have blafted and defaced For man's revolt, fhall with a smile repair.
Sweet is the harp of prophecy. Too fweet Not to be wrong'd by a mere mortal touch. Nor can the wonders it records, be fung To meaner music, and not suffer lofs. But when a poet, or when one like me, Happy to rove among poetic flow'rs
Though poor in skill to rear them, lights at laft On fome fair theme, fome theme divinely fair, Such is the impulfe and the fpur he feels To give it praise proportioned to its worth, That not t' attempt it, arduous as he deems The labor, were a task more arduous still.
Oh scenes furpaffing fable, and yet true, Scenes of accomplish'd blifs! which who can fee Though but in diftant profpect, and not feel His foul refresh'd with fortafte of the joy? Rivers of gladness water all the earth,
And clothe all climes with beauty; the reproach Of barreness is past. The fruitful field
The out to each other, and the mountain tops som diftant mountains catch the flying joy, Sll nation after nation taught the ftrain, Patach rolls the rapturous Hofanna round. Aehold the treasure of the promife filled,
nee Salem built, the labour of a God! 3right as a fun the facred city fhines ; All kingdoms and all princes of the earth. flock to that light; the glory of all lands Flows into her, unbounded is her joy
And endless her increafe. Thy rams are there Nabaioth, and the flocks of Kedar there;
The looms of Ormus, and the mines of Ind. And Saba's fricy groves pay tribute there.
Praise is in all her gates. Upon her walls, And in her streets, and in her fpacious courts Is heard falvation. Eaftern Java there.
2. Kneels with the native of the fartheft Weft, And Ethiopia fpreads abroad the hand
And worships. Her report has travell❜d forth Into all lands. From every clime they come To fee thy beauty and to fhare thy joy, O Sion! an affembly such as earth
Saw never, fuch as Heav'n ftoops down to fee.
Thus heav'n-ward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length reftord.
Laughs with abundance, and the land once lean, Or fertile only in its own disgrace,
Exults to fee its thiftly curfe repealed. The various feafon woven into one, And that one feason an eternal spring,
The garden fears no blight, and needs no fence For there is none to covet, all are full.
The lion, and the libbard, and the bear,
Graze with the fearlefs flocks. All bask at noon Together, or all gambol in the fhade
Of the fame grove, and drink one common ftream. Antipathies are none. No foe to man
Lurks in the serpent now.
And fmiles to fee her infant's playful hand Stretch'd forth to dally with the crested worm, To ftroke his azure neck, or to receive The lambent homage of his arrowy tongue. All creatures worship man, and all mankind One Lord, one Father. Error has no place; That creeping peftilence is driv'n away,
The breath of Heav'n has chafed it. In the heart No paffion touches a discordant fring,
But all is harmony and love. Disease Is not. The pure and uncontaminate blood Holds its due courfe, nor fears the froft of age; One fong employs all nations, and all cry "Worthy the Lamb, for he was flain for us." The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks.
Shout to each other, and the mountain tops From diftant mountains catch the flying joy, Till nation after nation taught the ftrain, Each rolls the rapturous Hofanna round. Behold the treasure of the promise filled, See Salem built, the labour of a God! Bright as a fun the facred city fhines; All kingdoms and all princes of the earth Flock to that light; the glory of all lands Flows into her, unbounded is her joy
And endless her increafe. Thy rams are there Nabaioth, and the flocks of Kedar there; The looms of Ormus, and the mines of Ind. And Saba's fpicy groves pay tribute there. Praise is in all her gates. Upon her walls, And in her streets, and in her fpacious courts Is heard falvation. Eaftern Java there. Kneels with the native of the farthest Weft, And Ethiopia fpreads abroad the hand
And worships. Her report has travell❜d forth Into all lands. From every clime they come To fee thy beauty and to fhare thy joy, O Sion! an affembly fuch as earth
Saw never, fuch as Heav'n ftoops down to fee.
Thus heav'n-ward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length reford.
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