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All speak her happy: let the Muse look round
From East to West, no sorrow can be found:
Or only what, in cottages confined,
Sighs unregarded to the passing wind.
Then wherefore weep for England ? What appears
In England's case to move the Muse to tears?

The prophet wept for Israel; wish'd his eyes
Were fountains fed with infinite supplies:
For Israel dealt in robbery and wrong:
There were the scorner's and the slanderer's

tongue;
Oaths, used as playthings or convenient tools,
As interest bias'd knaves, or fashion fools;
Adultery, neighing at his neighbour's door;
Oppression, labouring hard to grind the poor;
The partial balance, and deceitful weight;
The treacherous smile, a mask for secret hate;
Hypocrisy, formality in prayer,
And the dull service of the lip were there.
Her women, insolent and self-caress’d,
By Vanity's unwearied finger dress'd,
Forgot the blush that virgin fears impart
To modest cheeks, and borrow'd one from art;
Were just such trifles without worth or use,
As silly pride and idleness produce;
Curl'd, scented, furbelow'd, and flounced around,
With feet too delicate to touch the ground,
They stretch'd the neck, and rolld the wanton eye,
And sigh'd for every fool that flutter'd by.

He saw his people slaves to every lust,
Lewd, avaricious, arrogant, unjust;
He heard the wheels of an avenging God
Groan heavily along the distant road:
Saw Babylon set wide her two-leaved brass,
To let the military deluge pass;

Jerusalem a prey, her glory soild,
Her princes captive, and her treasures spoil'd;
Wept till all Israel heard his bitter cry,
Stamp'd with his foot, and smote upon his thigh;
But wept, and stamp'd, and smote his thigh in vain,
Pleasure is deaf when told of future pain,
And sounds, prophetic are too rough to suit
Ears long accustom'd to the pleasing lute;
They scorn’d his inspiration and his theme,
Pronounced him frantic, and his fears a dream;
With self-indulgence wing'd the fleeting hours,
Till the foe found them, and down fell the towers.

Long time Assyria bound them in her chain,
Till penitence had purged the public stain,
And Cyrus, with relenting pity moved,
Return'd them happy to the land they loved;
There, proof against prosperity, a while
They stood the test of her ensnaring smile,
And had the grace in scenes of peace to show
The virtue they had learn'd in scenes of woe.
But man is frail, and can but ill sustain
A long immunity from grief and pain;
And, after all the joys that Plenty leads,
With tiptoe step Vice silently succeeds.

When he that ruled them with a shepherd's rod, In form a man, in dignity a God, Came, not expected in that humble guise, To sift and search them with unerring eyes, He found, conceal'd beneath a fair outside, The filth of rottenness, and worm of pride; Their piety a system of deceit, Scripture employ'd to sanctify the cheat; The pharisee the dupe of his own art, Self-idolized, and yet a knave at heart.

When nations are to perish in their sins, "Tis in the church the leprosy begins; The priest, whose office is with zeal sincere To watch the fountain, and preserve it clear, Carelessly nods and sleeps upon the brink, While others poison what the flock must drink; Or, waking at the call of lust alone, Infuses lies and errors of his own. His unsuspecting sheep believe it pure; And, tainted by the very means of cure, Catch from each other a contagious spot, The foul forerunner of a general rot. Then Truth is hush'd, that Heresy may preach; And all is trash that Reason cannot reach: Then God's own image on the soul impress'd Becomes a mockery and a standing jest; And faith, the root whence only can arise The graces of a life that wins the skies, Loses at once all value and esteem, Pronounced by graybeards a pernicious dream; Then Ceremony leads her bigots forth, Prepared to fight for shadows of no worth; While truths, on which eternal things depend, Find not, or hardly find, a single friend; As soldiers watch the signal of command, They learn to bow, to kneel, to sit, to stand; Happy to fill Religion's vacant place With hollow form, and gesture, and grimace.

Such, when the Teacher of his church was there, People and priest, the sons of Israel were; Stiff in the letter, lax in the design And import of their oracles divine; Their learning legendary, false, absurd, And yet exalted above God's own word;

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They drew a curse from an intended good,
Puff'd with gifts they never understood.
He judged them with as terrible a frown,
As if not love, but wrath had brought him down:
Yet he was gentle as soft summer airs,
Had grace for others' sins, but none for theirs;
Through all he spoke a noble plainness ran-
Rhetoric is artifice, the work of man;
And tricks and turns, that fancy may devise,
Are far too mean for Him that rules the skies.
The' astonish'd vulgar trembled while he tore
The mask from faces never seen before;
He stripp'd the’ impostors in the noonday sun,
Show'd that they follow'd all they seem'd to shun;
Their

prayers made public, their excesses kept
As private as the chambers, where they slept;
The temple and its holy rites profaned
By mummeries he that dwelt in it disdain'd;
Uplifted hands, that, at convenient times,
Could act extortion and the worst of crimes,
Wash'd with a neatness scrupulously nice,
And free from every taint but that of vice.
Judgment, however tardy, mends her pace
When Obstinacy once has conquer'd Grace.
They saw distemper heal'd, and life restored,
In answer to the fiat of his word;
Confess'd the wonder, and with daring tongue
Blasphemed the authority from which it sprung,
They knew by sure prognostics seen on high,
The future tone and temper of the sky;
But, grave dissemblers! could not understand,
That Sin let loose speaks punishment at hand,

Ask now of history's authentic page, And call up evidence from every age;

Display with busy and laborious hand
The blessings of the most indebted land;
What nation will you find whose annals prove
So rich an interest in almighty love;
Where dwell they now,where dwelt in ancient day,
A people planted, water’d, bless'd as they?
Let Egypt's plagues and Canaan's woes proclaim
The favours pour’d upon the Jewish name;
Their freedom purchased for them at the cost
Of all their hard oppressors valued most;
Their title to a country not their own
Made sure by prodigies till then unknown;
For them the states they left made waste and void;
For them the states to which they went destroy'd;
A cloud to measure out their march by day,
By night a fire to cheer the gloomy way;
That moving signal summoning, when best,
Their host to move, and, when it stay'd, to rest.
For them the rocks dissolved into a flood,
The dews condensed into angelic food,
Their very garments sacred, old yet new,
And Time forbid to touch them as he flew;
Streams, swell’d above the bank, enjoin'd to stand,
While they pass'd through to their appointed land;
Their leader arm’d with meekness, zeal, and love,
And graced with clear credentials from above;
Themselves secured beneath the Almighty wing;
Their God their captain', lawgiver, and king;
Crown'd with a thousand victories, and at last
Lords of the conquer'd soil, there rooted fast,
In peace possessing what they won by war,
Their name far publish'd, and revered as far;

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