Envy may rail; and faction fierce May ftrive but what, alas, can those I. 2. O nurfe of freedom, Albion, fay, I. 3. To him the Teacher blefs'd, Who fent religion, from the palmy field By Jordan, like the morn to cheer the west, And lifted up the veil which heaven from earth conceal'd, To Hoadly thus his mandate he addrefs'd: "Go thou, and refcue my difhonor'd law "From hands rapacious and from tongues impure: "Let not my peaceful name be made a lure "Fell perfecution's mortal fnares to aid: "Let not my words be impious chains to draw "The freeborn foul in more than brutal awe, To faith without affent, allegiance unrepaid." II. I. No cold or unperforming hand Was arm'd by heaven with this command. The world foon felt it: and, on high, II. 2. Then drew the lawgivers around, II. 3. For not a conqueror's fword, Nor the ftrong, powers to civil founders known, Were his but truth by faithful fearch explor'd, And focial fenfe, like feed, in genial plenty fown. Wherever it took root, the foul (reftor'd To freedom) freedom too for others fought. Could longer guard from reafon's warfare fage Nor St. John's fpirit loose, nor Atterbury's rage But where fhall recompence be found? III. 2. Yet born to conquer is her power: III. 3. While thus our vows prolong Thy steps on earth, and when by us refign'd Who rescued or preferv'd the rights of human kind, O! not O! not unworthy may thy Albion's tongue, Thee ftill, her friend and benefactor, name: O! never, Hoadly, in thy country's eyes, May impious gold, or pleasure's gaudy prize,, Make public virtue, public freedom, vile; Nor our own manners tempt us to disclaim That heritage, our nobleft wealth and fame, Which Thou hast kept intire from force and factious Frightly tuneful bards decide, If it be fix'd in love's decrees, II. Behold that bright unfullied smile, Yet (fhe fo artless all the while, We nought but instant gladness know, But neither mufic, nor the powers Of youth and mirth and frolick cheer, As memory brings it to the eye From scenes where Amoret was by. Yet not a fatirift could there Or fault or indifcretion find; Nor any prouder fage declare One virtue, pictur'd in his mind, Whofe form with lovelier colours glows Than Amoret's demeanor shows. V. This fure is beauty's happieft part: WHITHER did my fancy fray? By what magic drawn away Have I left my ftudious theme? From this philosophic page, From the problems of the fage, Wandering through a pleafing dream? H. 'Tis |