Captivity led captive, rose to claim The wreath he won so dearly in our name; That in the heaven of heav'ns, that space he deems Too scanty for the exertion of his beams, Though feeble in degree, in kind the same, Behold a Christian!-and without the fires The founder of that name alone inspires, Were love, in these the world's last doting years, As frequent as the want of it appears, The churches warmed, they would no longer hold Such frozen figures, stiff as they are cold; Relenting forms would lose their power, or cease; The statesman, skilled in projects dark and deep, Or scare the nation with its big contents:, And slaying man would cease to be an art. Did charity prevail, the press would prove A vehicle of virtue, truth, and love; And I might spare myself the pains to show What few can learn, and all suppose they know. Thus have I sought to grace a serious lay With many a wild indeed but flowery spray, In hopes to gain, what else I must have lost, The attention pleasure has so much engrossed. But if unhappily deceived I dream, And prove too weak for so divine a theme, Let Charity forgive me a mistake That zeal, not vanity, has chanced to make, CONVERSATION. Nam neque me tantum venientis sibilus austri, VIRG. Ecl. 5. THOUGH nature weigh our talents, and dispense To every man his modicum of sense, And Conversation in its better part Not more distinct from harmony divine, The constant creaking of a country sign. |