All, all is loft; no monument, no fign,
Where once fo proudly blaz'd the gay machine.
So bubbles on the foaming ftream expire,
So fparks 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 boaft, 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 defcending 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 thyself, affront not God's respect.
Enter the facred temple of thy breast,

And gaze, and wander there, a ravish'd gueft;
Gaze on those hidden treasures thou fhalt find,
Wander thro' all the glories of thy mind.
Of perfect knowledge, fee, 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 must ripen in a happier clime,
And brighter Sun, beyond the bounds of time.
Thou, Minor, canft not guess thy vast estate,
What stores, on foreign coafts, thy landing wait:

Lofe

Lose not thy claim, let virtue's path be trod;

Thus glad all heav'n, and please that bounteous God,
Who, to light thee to pleasures, hung on high

Yon radiant orb, proud regent of the sky:
That fervice done, its beams fhall fade away,
And GoD fhine forth in one Eternal DAY.

THE

THE

FORCE of RELIGION;

OR,

VANQUISH'D LOVE.

BOOK I.

Ad cælum ardentia lumina tollens,

Lumina; nam teneras arcebant vincula palmas.

VIRG.

F

ROM lofty themes, from thoughts that foar'd on high,
And open'd wond'rous scenes above the sky,

My muse descend: Indulge my fond defire;
With fofter thoughts my melting foul inspire,
And smooth my numbers to a female's praise :
A partial world will liften to my lays,
While ANNA reigns, and sets a female name
Unrival'd in the glorious lifts of fame.

Hear, ye fair daughters of this happy land,
Whose radiant eyes the vanquish'd world command,
Virtue is Beauty: But when charms of mind
With elegance of outward form are join'd;

When youth makes fuch bright objects ftill more bright,
And fortune fets them in the ftrongest light;