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The tender lambs he raises in his arms,
Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms;
Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage,
The promis'd father of the future age.
No more shall nation against nation rise,
Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes,
Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er,
The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more ;
But useless lances into scythes shall bend,
And the broad faulchion in a plow-share end.
Then palaces shall rise; the joyful fon
Shall finish what his short-liv'd fire begun;
Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield,
And the same hand that sow'd, shall reap the field.
The swain in barren deserts with surprize
Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ;
And starts amidst the thirsty wilds to hear
New falls of water murm'ring in his ear.
On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes,
The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods. ,
Wafte sandy valleys, once perplex'd with thorn,
The spiry fir and shapely box adorn :
To leafless shrubs the flow'ry palms succeed,
And od'rous myrtle to the noisom weed.
The lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant mead,
And boys in flow'ry bands the tiger lead ;
The steer and lion at one crib shall meet,
And harmless ferpents lick the pilgrim's feet.

The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested bafilisk and speckled snake, Pleas'd the green luftre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play. Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise! Exalt thy tow'ry head, and lift thy eyes ! See a long race thy spacious courts adorn ; See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, In crowding ranks on ev'ry fide arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies! See barb'rous nations at thy gates attend, Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend; See thy bright altars throng'd with proftrate kings, And heap'd with products of Sabæan springs ! For thee Idume's spicy forests blow, And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow. See heav'n its fparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day! No more the rising fun fhail gild the morning Nor ev’ning Cynthia fill her silver horn; But loft, diffolv'd in thy superior rays, One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze O’erflow thy courts : the light himself shall shine Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine ! The feas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away ;. But fix'd his word, his faving pow'r remains ; Thy realm for ever lafts, thy own Mefliah reigns !

The

The UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

By the Same.

F

ATHER of all! in ev'ry age,

In ev'ry clime ador'd,
By faint, by favage, and by fage,

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !

Thou great first cause, least understood :

Who all my sense confin'd
To know but this, that thou art good,

And that myself am blind;

Yet gave me, in this dark estate,

To see the good from ill ; And binding nature fast in fate,

Left free the human will.

What conscience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do,
This, teach me more than hell to fhun,

That, more than heav'n pursue.

What blessings thy free bounty gives,

Let me not cast away ;
For God is paid when man receives,
T' enjoy is to obey.

Yet not to earth's contracted span

Thy goodness let me bound, Or think thee Lord alone of man,

When thousand worlds are round:

Let not this weak, unknowing hand

Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land,

On each I judge thy foe.

If I am right, thy grace impart,

Still in the right to stay: If I am wrong, oh teach

my

heart To find that better

way.

Save me alike from foolish pride,

Or impious discontent,
At aught thy wisdom has deny’d,

Or aught thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's woe,

To hide the fault I fee ;
That
mercy

I to others show,
That mercy show to me.

Mean tho' I am, not wholly fo,

Since quick’ned by thy breath; O lead me wherefoe'er I

go,
Thro' this day's life or death.

This day, be bread and peace my lot :

All else beneath the sun,
Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,

And let thy will be done.

To thee, whose temple is all space,.

Whofe altar, earth, fea, ikies ! One chorus let all being raise !

All nature's incense rife!

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