All, all is loft; no monument, no fign,
Where once fo proudly blaz'd the gay
So bubbles on the foaming ftream expire,
So sparks that scatter from the kindling fire;
The devaftations of One dreadful hour
The Great Creator's Six days work devour.
A mighty, mighty ruin! yet One foul
Has more to boast, and far outweighs the whole;
Exalted in fuperior excellence,
Cafts down to nothing, such a vast expence.
Have you not feen th' eternal mountains nod,
An earth diffolving, a descending God?
What strange surprizes through all nature ran?
For whom these revolutions, but for Man?
For him, Omnipotence new measures takes,
For him, through all eternity, awakes;
Pours on him gifts fufficient to supply
Heav'n's lofs, and with fresh glories fill the sky.
Think deeply then, O Man, how great thou art;
Pay thyfelf homage with a trembling heart;
What angels guard, no longer dare neglect,
Slighting thyfelf, affront not God's refpect.
Enter the facred temple of thy breast,
And gaze, and wander there, a ravisn'd guest;
Gaze on those hidden treafures thou fhalt find,
Wander thro' all the glories of thy mind.
Of perfect knowledge, see, the dawning light
Foretels a noon moft exquifitely bright!
Here, fprings of endless joy are breaking forth!
There, buds the promise of celestial worth!
Worth, which muft ripen in a happier clime,
And brighter Sun, beyond the bounds of time.
Thou, Minor, canst not guess thy vast estate,
What stores, on foreign coasts, thy landing wait:
