Pray’d He whose conscience knew no guilt;

With whose bless’d pattern vie.

XLIV.

Use all thy passions! — love is thine,

And joy, and jealousy divine;

Thine hope’s eternal fort,

And care thy leisure to disturb,

With fear concupiscence to curb,

And rapture to transport.

XLV.

Act simply, as occasion asks;

Put mellow wine in season’d casks;

Till not with ass and bull:

Remember thy baptismal bond;

Keep from commixtures foul and fond,

Nor work thy flax with wool.

XLVI.

Distribute: pay the Lord his tithe,

And make the widow’s heart-strings blithe;

Resort with those that weep:

As you from all and each expect,

For all and each thy love direct,

And render as you reap.

XLVII.

The slander and its bearer spurn,

And propagating praise sojourn

To make thy welcome last;

Turn from Old Adam to the New;

By hope futurity pursue;

Look upwards to the past.

XLVIII.

Controul thine eye, salute success,

Hounour the wiser, happier bless,

And for thy neighbour feel;

Grutch not of mammon and his leaven,

Work emulation up to heaven

By knowledge and by zeal.

XLIX.

O DAVID, highest in the list

Of worthies, On God’s ways insist,

The genuine words repeat:

Vain are the documents of men,

And vain the flourish of the pen

That keeps the fool’s conceit.

L.

PRAISE above all-for praise prevails;

Heap up the measure, load the scales,

And good to goodness add:

The gen’rous soul her saviour aids,

But peevish obloquy degrades;

The Lord is great and glad.

LI.

For ADORATION all the ranks

Of angels yield eternal thanks,

And DAVID in the midst;

With God’s good poor, which, last and least

In man’s esteem, thou to thy feast,

O blessed bride-groom, bidst.

LII.

For ADORATION seasons change,

And order, truth, and beauty range,

Adjust, attract, and fill:

The grass the polyanthus cheques;

And polish’d porphyry reflects,

By the descending rill.

LIII.

Rich almonds colour to the prime

For ADORATION; tendrils climb,

And fruit-trees pledge their gems;

And Ivis with her gorgeous vest

Builds for her eggs her cunning nest,

And bell-flowers bow their stems.

LIV.

With vinous syrup cedars sprout;

From rocks pure honey gushing out,

For ADORATION springs:

All scene of painting croud the map

Of nature; to the mermaid’s pap

The scaled infant clings.

LV.

The spotted ounce and playsome cubs

Run rustling ’mongst the flow’ring shrubs,

And lizards feed the moss;

For ADORATION beasts embark,

While waves upholding halcyon’s ark

No longer roar and toss.

LVI.

While Israel sits beneath his fig,

With coral root and amber sprig

The wean’d advent’rer sports;

Where to the palm the jasmin cleaves,

For ADORATION ’mongst the leaves

The gale his peace reports.

LVII.

Increasing days their reign exalt,

Nor in the pink and mottled vault

Th’opposing spirits tilt;

And, by the coasting reader spied,

The silverlings and crusions glide,

For ADORATION gilt.

LVIII.

For ADORATION rip’ning canes

And cocoa’s purest milk detains

The western pilgrim’s staff;

Where rain in clasping boughs inclos’d,

And vines with oranges dispose’d,