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Yet gave me, in this dark Estate,
To see the Good from Ill;
Left free the Human Will.
Or warns me not to do,
That, more than Heav'n pursue.
Let me not cast away;
T' enjoy is to obey.
Thy Goodness let me bound,
When thousand Worlds are round:
Presume thy bolts to throw,
On each I judge thy Foe.
COMMENTARY. confidence full of Hope and Immortality. To give all this the greater weight, the Poet chose for his model the LORD'S PRAYER, which, of all others, best deserves the title prefixed to his Paraphrase.
If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay ;
To find that better way.
Or impious Discontent,
Or aught thy Goodness lent.
To hide the Fault I see;
That Mercy Thow to me.
Since quicken'd by thy Breath; Oh lead me wherefoe'er I go,
Thro' this day's Life or Death.
If I am zurong, o teach my heart] As the imparting of grace, on the Christian system, is a stronger exertion of the Divine Power than the natural illumination of the heart, one would expect that right and wrong should change places; more aid being required to restore men to right, than to keen them in it. But as it was the Poet's purpose to insinuate that Revelation was the right, nothing could better express his purpose, than making the right secured by the guards of grace.
This day, be Bread and Peace my Lot:
All else beneath the Sun, Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not, And let Thy Will be done.
To thee, whose Temple is all Space,
Whose Altar, Earth, Sea, Skies ! One Chorus let all Being raise !
All Nature's Incense rise!
The Dying Christian to his Soul.
( ITAL spark of heav'nly flame !
Quit, oh quit this mortal frame:
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
Hark! they whisper ; Angels say,
Steals my senses, shuts my fight,
NOT E S.
* This ode was written in imitation of the famous sonnet of Hadrian to his departing soul; but as much fuperior to his original, in sense and sublimity, as the Christian Religion is to the Pagan.