To leafless fhrubs the flow'ring palms fucceed,
And od'rous myrtle to the noifome weed.

The P lambs with wolves fhall graze the verdant mead,
And boys in flow'ry bands the tyger lead;

The fteer and lion at one crib fhall meet,
And harmless ferpents lick the pilgrim's feet.
The smiling infant in his hand shall take
The crefted bafilisk and speckled fnake;

Pleas'd the green luftre of the scales furvey,

play.

And with their forky tongue and pointless fting fhall

Rife, crown'd with light, imperial Salem rife!

Exalt thy tow'ry head, and lift thy eyes!

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See, a long race thy fpacious courts adorn;

See future fons, and daughters yet unborn,
In crouding ranks on ev'ry fide arife,
Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
See barb'rous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend;
See thy bright altars throng'd with proftrate Kings,
And heap'd with products of u Sabaan springs!
For thee Idume's fpicy forefts blow,

And feeds of gold in Ophyr's mountains glow.

See heav'n its sparkling portals wide display,
And break upon thee in a flood of day!
No more the rifing w fun fhall gild the morn,
Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her filver horn,

But loft, diffolv'd in thy fuperior rays,
One tyde of glory, one unclouded blaze
O'erflow thy courts: The light himself shall shine
Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine!

The feas fhall wafte, the fkies in fmoak decay,
Rocks fall to duft, and mountains melt away;
But fix'd his word, his faving pow'r remains;
Thy realm for ever lafts, thy own Messiah reigns.

ΑΝ

ESSAY

ON

CRITICISM.

Written in the Year 1709.

-Si quid novifti rectius iftis,

Candidus imperti; fi non, his utere mecum.

HORAT.

ΑΝ

ESSAY

ON

CRITICISM.

"T

IS hard to fay, if greater want of fkill
Appear in writing or in judging ill;

But, of the two, lefs dang'rous is th' of

To tire our patience, than mislead our fenfe.
Some few in that, but numbers err in this,
Ten cenfure wrong for one who writes amifs;
A fool might once himself alone expofe,
Now one in verfe makes many more in profe.

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'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go juft alike, yet each believes his own. B. 6

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