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13. Through all Eternity to Thee
POPE'S UNIVERSAL PRAYER.
ATHER of all! in every Age,
By Saint, by Savage, and by Sage,
Thou great first Cause, least understood,
To know but this, that thou art good,
4. What Conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do;
This teach me more than Hell to shun,
5. What Bleffings thy free Bounty gives, Let me not caft away;
For GoD is paid when Man receives
6. Yet not to Earth's contracted Span, Thy Goodness let me bound,
Or think Thee LORD alone of Man,
7. Let not this weak unknowing Hand
8. If I am right, oh teach my Heart,
If I am wrong, thy Grace impart
9. Save me a like from foolish Pride,
10. Teach me to feel another's Woe;
Mean tho' I am, not wholly fo,
Since quicken'd by thy Breath
12. This Day, be Bread and Peace my
13. To thee, whofe Temple is all Space, Whofe Altar, Earth, Sea, Skies,
. One Chorus let all Beings raife! All Nature's Incenfe rife.
A facred Eclogue, compos'd of feveral Paffages of Ifaiah the Prophet.
Written in Imitation of Virgil's POLLIO.
E Nymphs of Solyma! begin the Song: To heav'nly Themes fublimer Strains belong. The Moffy Fountains and the Sylvan Shades, The Dreams of Pindus and th' Aonian Maids, Delight no more-O thou my Voice inspire, Who touch'd Ifaiah's hallow'd Lips with Fire!
Rapt into future Times, the Bard begun, A Virgin fhall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son! From Jeffe's Root behold a Branch arise, Whofe facred Flow'r with Fragrance fills the Skies. Th' ætherial Spirit o'er its Leaves shall move, And on its Top defcends the Mystic Dove. Ye Heav'ns! from high the dewy Nectar pour, And in foft Silence fhed the kindly show'r ! The Sick and Weak the healing Plant shall aid, From Storms a Shelter, and from Heat a Shade. All Crimes fhall ceafe, and ancient Fraud fhall fail; Returning Juftice lift aloft her Scale;
Peace o'er the World her Olive Wand extend, And white-rob'd Innocence from Heav'n defcend, Swift fy the Years, and rife th' expected Morn! Oh fpring to Light, aufpicious Babe be born!
See Nature haftes her earliest Wreathes to bring, With all the Incense of the breathing Spring: See lofty Lebanon his Head advance,
See nodding Forefts on the Mountains dance, See fpicy Clouds from lowly Saron rife, And Carmel's flow'ry Top perfumes the Skies! Hark! a glad Voice the lonely Defart chears; Prepare the Way! a GoD, a GOD appears! A GOD, a GOD! the vocal Hills reply, The Rocks proclaim th' approaching Deity. Lo Earth receives him from the bending Skies! Sink down ye Mountains, and ye Vallies rife : With Heads declin'd, ye Cedars, Homage pay; Be fmooth ye Rocks, ye rapid Floods give Way! The Saviour comes! by ancient Bards foretold; Hear him ye Deaf, and all ye Blind behold! He from thick Films fhall purge the visual Ray, And on the fightless Eye-ball pour the Day. "Tis he th' obftructed Paths of Sound fhall clear, And bid new Mufick charm th' unfolding Ear. The Dumb fhall fing, the Lame his Crutch forego,
And leap exulting like the bounding Roe.
No Sigh, no Murmur the wide World shall hear,
Mankind fhall thus his Guardian Care engage,
Rife, crown'd with Light, imperial Salem rife!