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Well spent in such a strife, may earn indeed,
And for a time ensure, to his lov'd land
The sweets of liberty and equal laws;
But martyrs struggle for a brighter prize,
And win it with more pain. Their blood is shed
In confirmation of the noblest claim
Our claim to feed upon immortal truth,
To walk with God, to be divinely free,
To foar, and to anticipate the skies !
Yet few remember them. They liv'd unknown
Till perfecution dragg'd them into fame,
And chas'd them up to heav'n. Their alhes Alew
-No marble tells us whither. With their names
No bard embalms and fanctifies his song:
And history, fo warm on meaner themes,
Is cold on this. She execrates indeed
The tyranny that doom'd them to the fire,
But gives the glorious suff'rers little praise*

* Sec Hume.

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free,

And all are slaves beside. There's not a chain

That hellish foes, confed’rate for his harm,
Can wind around him, but he casts it off

With as much ease as Samson his

green wyths.

. He looks abroad into the varied field

Of Nature, and, though poor perhaps compar'd
With those whose mansions glitter in his fight,
Calls the delightful scen’ry all his own.
His are the mountains, and the vallies his,
And the resplendent rivers. His t enjoy
With a propriety that none can feel,
But who, with filial confidence inspir'd,
Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye,
And smiling say-"My father made them all !”
Are they not his by a peculiar right,
And by an emphasis of int’rest his,
Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy,
Whose heart with praise, and whose exalted mind
With worthy thoughts of that unwearied love

That plann'd, and built, and still upholds, a world
So cloth'd with beauty for rebellious man?
Yes--ye may fill your garners, ye that reap
The loaded foil, and ye may waste much good
In senseless riot; but ye will not find,
In feast or in the chase, in fong or dance,
A liberty like his, who, unimpeach'd
Of ufurpation, and to no man's wrong,
Appropriates nature as his father's work,
And has a richer use of your's than you.
He is indeed a freeman. Free by birth
Of no mean city; plann'd or ere the hills
Were built, the fountains open'd, or the sea
With all his roaring multitude of waves.
His freedom is the same in ey'ry state ;
And no condition of this changeful life,
So manifold in cares, whose ev'ry day
Brings its own evil with it, makes it less :
For he has wings that neither sickness, pain,
Nor penury, can cripple or confine,

No nook so narrow but he spreads them there
With ease, and is at large. Th’ oppressor holds
His body bound; but knows not what a range
His fpirit takes, unconscious of a chain ;
And that to bind him is a vain attempt
Whom God delights in, and in whom he dwells.

Acquaint thyself with God, if thou would'It taste His works. Admitted once to his embrace, Thou shalt perceive that thou wast blind before : Thine eye shall be instructed; and thine heart, Made

pure, Nall relish, with divine delight 'Till then unfelt, what hands divine have wrought. Brutes graze the mountain-top, with faces

prone And eyes intent upon the scanty herb It yields them; or, recumbent on its brow, Ruminate heedless of the scene outspread Beneath, beyond, and stretching far away From inland regions to the distant main. Man views it, and admires; but refts content

With what he views. The landscape has his praise,

But not its author. Uniconcern'd who form'd

The paradise he sees, he finds it such,
And such well-pleas’d to find it, asks no more.
Not fo the mind that has been touch'd from heav'n,
And in the school of facred wisdom taught
To read his wonders, in whose thought the world,
Fair as it is, existed ere it was.
Not for its own fake merely, but for his
Much more who fashion'd it, he gives it praise;
Praise that, from earth resulting, as it ought,
To earth's acknowledg'd fov’reign, finds at once
Its only just proprietor in Him.
The soul that fees him, or receives sublim'd .
New faculties, or learns at least t employ
More worthily the pow'rs she own'd before,
Discerns in all things what, with stupid gaze
Of ignorance, till then she overlook'd-
A ray of heav'nly light, gilding all forms
Terrestrial in the vast and the minute ;

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