Crush me ye rocks, ye falling mountains hide, The fcrutiny of thofe all-feeing eyes I dare not-and you need not, God replies; The book fhall teach you, read, believe and live: 'Tis done-the raging ftorm is heard no more, Mercy receives him on her peaceful shore, And justice, guardian of the dread command, Some lead a life unblameable and just, Some trivial flips their daily walk attend, The poor are near at hand, the charge is fmall, A flight gratuity atones for all. For though the Pope has loft his int'reft here, And pardons' are not fold as once they were, No Papist more defirous to compound, Than fome grave finners upon English ground That plea refuted, other quirks they seek, The future fhall obliterate the past, And heav'n no doubt fhall be their home at last. The Frenchman, firft in literary fame, (Mention him if you pleafe-Voltaire? the fame) With fpirit, genius, eloquence fupplied, Liv'd long, wrote much, laugh'd heartily and died; The fcripture was his jeft-book, whence he drew Bon mots to gall the Chriftian and the Jew: An An infidel in health, but what when fick? Oh then, a text would touch him at the quick; And fum'd with frankincense on ev'ry fide, Content though mean, and chearful if not gay, Receives no praise, but though her lot be fuch, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew; And And in that charter reads with fparkling eyes, Oh happy peasant! Oh unhappy bard! Not many wife, rich, noble, or profound·· In fcience, win one inch of heav'nly ground: The poor fhould gain it, and the rich fhould not? No-the voluptuaries, who ne'er forget One pleasure loft, lofe heav'n without regret ; Regret would rouse them and give birth to pray'r, Pray'r would add faith, and faith would fix them there. Not that the Former of us all in this, Or aught he does, is govern'd by caprice, And bears the brand of blafphemy burnt in. Not Not fo-the filver trumpet's heavenly call, Sounds for the poor, but founds alike for all; No flaves on earth more welcome were than they : Are fuch a dead preponderating weight, That endless blifs (how ftrange foe'er it seem) The |