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The vanquish'd Fires withdraw from every Place,
Or full with feeding, sink into a Sleep ; Each household Genius shews again his Face,
And, from the Hearths, the little Lares creep.
Our King this more than natural Change beholds :
With sober Joy his Heart and Eyes abound: To the All-good his lifted Hands he folds,
And thanks him low on his redeemed Ground.
As when sharp Frosts had long constrain'd the Eartlı,
A kindly Thaw unlocks it with cold Rain : And first the tender Blade peeps up to Birth,
And straight the green Fields laugh with promisų Grai:
By such degrees the spreading Gladness grew
In every Heart, which Fear had froze before : The standing Streets with so much Joy they view,
That with less Grief the Perish'u they deplore.
Not with more Constancy the Jews of old,
By Cyrus from rewarded Exile sent: Their Royal City did in Dust behold,
Or with more Vigour to rebuild it went.
The utmost Malice of their Stars is past,
And two dire Comets which have scourg'd the Town, In their own Plague and Fire have breath'd their last :
Or, dimly, in their sinking Sockets frown.
Now frequent Trines the happier Lights among.
And high-rais'd Jove from his dark Prison freeil, (Those Weights took off that on his Planet hung,)
Will gloriously the new-laid Works succeed.
Methinks already, from this Chymick Flame,
I see a City of more precious Mold:
With Silver pav'd, and all divine with Gold.
Already, labouring with a mighty Fate,
She shakes the Rubbish from her mounting Brow And seems to have renew'd her Charter's date.
Which Heav'n wili to the Death of time allow.
More great than Human, now, and more Augnst,
New deified she from her Fires does rise :
And, opening, into larger Parts she flies.
Before, she like some Shepherdess did shew,
Who fate to bathe her by a River's side : Not answering to her Fame, but rude and low,
Nor taught the beauteous Arts of Modern Pride.
Now, like a Maiden Queen, she will behold,
From her high Turrets, hourly Sutcrs come: The East with Incense, and the West with Gold,
Will stand, like Suppliants, to receive her Doom.
The silver Thames, her own domestick Fiood,
Shall bear her Vessels, like a sweeping Train ; And often wind (as of his Mistress prond,)
With longing Eyes to meet her Face again.
The wealthy Tagus, and the wealthier Rhine,
The Glory of their Towns no more shall boast : And Sein, that would with Belgian Rivers join,
Shall find her Lustre stain'd, and Traffick lost.
The vent'rous Merchant, who design'd more far,
And touches on our hospitable Shore, Charm’d with the Splendor of this Northern Star,
Shall here unlade him, and depart no more.
Vital spark of heavenly flame;
Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame : Trembling, hoping, lingering, flyingOh the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life.
Hark! they whisper ; angels say,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
The world recedes; it disappears !
With sounds seraphic ring :
OF THE NATURE AND STATE OF MAN WITH
RESPECT TO THE UNIVERSE.
AWAKE, my St. John! leave all meaner things
I. Say, first, of God above, or man below,
But of this frame, the bearings and the ties,
Is the great chain that draws all to agree,
11. Presumptuous man ! the reason wouldst thou find,
Of systems possible, if 'tis confess'd
Respecting man, whatever wrong we call,
When the proud steed shall know why man restrains
Then say not man's imperfect, Heaven in fault: