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THE

GRAND DISTINCTION

BETWEEN THE

VIRTUOUS AND THE WICKED
RESERVED FOR ANOTHER STATE.

GLYNN.
Look round the world! with what a partial hand
The scale of bliss and mis’ry is sustain'd!
Beneath the shade of cold obscurity
Pale Virtue lies; no arm supports her head,
No friendly voice speaks comfort to her soul,
Nor soft-ey'd Pity drops a melting tear;
But in their stead, Contempt and rude Disdain
Insult the banish'd wand'rer. On she goes
Neglected and forlorn: Disease, and Cold,
And Famine, worst of ills, her steps attend
Yet patient, and to Heaven's just will resign'd,
She ne'er is seen to weep, or heard to sigh.

Now turn your eyes to yon sweet-smelling bow'r, Where, flush'd with all the insolence of wealth, Sits pamper'd Vice! for him th’ Arabian gale Breathes forth delicious odours; Gallia’s hills For him pour nectar from the purple vine; Nor think for these he pays the tribute due

To Heaven: of Heaven he never names the name,
Save when, with imprecations dark and dire,
He points his jest obscene. Yet buxom Health
Sits on his rosy cheek; yet Honour gilds
His high exploits, and downy-pinion'd Sleep
Sheds a soft opiate o'er his peaceful couch.

Seest thou this, righteous Father! seest thou this, And wilt thou ne'er repay? Shall good and ill Be carry'd undistinguish'd to the land Where all things are forgot? Ah! no; the day Will come when Virtue from the cloud shall burst That long obscur'd her beams; when Sin shall fly Back to her native hell; there sink eclips'd In penal darkness; where nor star shall rise, Nor ever sunshine pierce th' impervious gloom.

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SCEPTIC! whoe'er thou art, who say'st the soul,
That particle divine, which God's own breath
Inspir'd into the mortal mass, shall rest
Annihilate, till duration has unrolld

Her never-ending line : tell, if thou know'st,
Wliy ev'ry nation, ev'ry clime, though all
In laws, in rites, in manners disagree,
With one consent expect another world,
Where wickedness shall weep? Why Painim bards
Fabled Elysian plains, Tartarean lakes,
Styx and Cocytus? Tell why Hali's sons
Have feign'd a paradise of mirth and love,
Banquets and blooming nymphs? Or rather, tell,
Why on the brink of Orellana's stream,
Where never science rear'd her sacred torch,
Th’untutord Indian dreams of happier worlds
Behind the cloud-topt hill? Why in each breast
Is plac'd a friendly monitor, that prompts,
Informs, directs, encourages, forbids?.
Tell why on unknown evil grief attends;
Or joy on secret good? Why conscience acts
With tenfold force, when sickness, age, or pain,
Stands tottering on the precipice of death :
Or why such horror gnaws the guilty soul
Of dying sinners; while the good man sleeps
Peaceful and calm, and with a smile expires?

GOD DECLARES THE DREADFUL CONSE

QUENCE OF ADAM's SIN,

TO HIM AND HIS POSTERITY,

UNLESS SATISFACTION IS MADE TO HIS JUSTICE,

WHICH THE SON OF GOD UNDERTAKES.

MILTON. Man disobeying, Disloyal breaks his fealty, and sins Against the high supremacy of Heaven. Affecting Godhead, and so losing all, To expiate his treason hath nought left, But to destruction sacred and devote. He, with his whole posterity, must die; Die he or Justice must; unless for him Some other able, and as willing, pay The rigid satisfaction, death for death. Say, breavenly Pow'rs, where shall we find such love? Which of ye will be mortal to redeem Man's mortal crime, the just, th’ unjust to save? Dwells in all Heaven charity so dear?

He ask'd, but all the heav'nly choir stood mute, And silence was in Heaven: on man's behalf .

Patron or intercessor none appear'd,
Much less that durst upon his own head draw
The deadly forfeiture, and ransom set.
And now without redemption all mankind
Must have been lost, adjudg’d to death and bell
By doom severe, had not the Son of God,
In whom the fulness dwells of love divine,
His dearest mediation thus renew'd.

Father, thy word is past, Man shall find grace; And shall not Grace find means, that finds her way, The speediest of thy winged messengers, To visit all thy creatures, and to all Comes unprevented, unimplor’d, unsought. Happy for man, so coming, he her aid Can never seek, once dead in sins and lost; Atonement for himself or offering meet, Indebted and undone, hath none to bring: Behold me then; me for him, life for life I offer; on me let thine anger fall; ' Account me man; I for his sake will leave Thy bosom, and this glory next to thee Freely put off, and for him lastly die Well pleas'd; on me let Death wreak all his rage: Under bis gloomy power I shall not long Lie vanquish’d; thou hast giv’n me to possess Life in myself for ever; by thee I live

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