The smiling Plain and fertile Vale o'erlaid, Chok'd the green Sod, and kill'd the springing Blade; Still must have mourn'd the Tenant of the day, Here are who all the Church maintains, approve, To make, they add, the Churches' glory shine, *For an account of this extraordinary and interesting event, I refer my readers to the Journals of the Year 1772. "In pomp," they cry, "is England's Church array'd, "Her cool Reformers wrought like men afraid; "We would have pull'd her gorgeous Temples down, "And spurn'd her Mitre, and defil'd her Gown ; "We would have trodden low both Bench and Stall, "Nor left a Tithe remaining, great or small.” Let us be serious-Should such trials come, Men are not equal, and 'tis meet and right That thinks the Spirit will the Priest reveal, Although but in this single point agreed, "Desert your Churches and adopt our Creed." We know full well how much our Forms offend The burthen'd Papist and the simple Friend; Him, who new Robes for every Service takes, And who in Drab and Beaver sighs and shakes; He on the Priest, whom Hood and Band adorn, Looks with the sleepy eye of silent scorn; But him I would not for my Friend and Guide, Who views such things with spleen or wears with pride. See next our several Sects,-but first behold Let not thy Mother be a whore and beast; She plac'd her Foot upon the Necks of Kings; Among her Sons, with us a quiet few, They look, they can but look, with many a sigh, On sacred Buildings doom'd in dust to lie ; E "On Seats," they tell," where Priests 'mid Tapers dim "Breath'd the warm Prayer,or tun'd the midnight Hymn; "Where trembling Penitents their Guilt confess'd, "Where Want had succour, and Contrition, rest;... "There weary Men from Trouble found relief, 兼 "There Men in Sorrow found repose from Grief: "Then Convent-Walls and Nunnery-Spires arose, "In pleasant spots which Monk or Abbot chose, "When Counts and Barons, Saints devoted fed, "And making cheap exchange, had Pray'r for Bread. "Now all is lost, the Earth where Abbeys stood, "Is Layman's Land, the Glebe, the Stream, the Wood; "His Oxen low where Monks retir'd to eat, "His Cows repose upon the Prior's Seat; "And wanton Doves within the Cloisters bill, "Where the chaste Votary warr'd with wanton Will.” Such is the change they mourn, but they restrain The rage of Grief and passively complain. We've Baptists old and new; forbear to ask Then comes the cooler Day, and though awhile Some Swedenborgans in our streets are found, Those wandering Walkers on enchanted Ground; Who in our World, can other Worlds survey, And speak with Spirits though confin'd in Clay : Of Bible-Mysteries they the keys possess, Assur'd themselves where wiser Men but guess: "Tis theirs to see around, about, above,How Spirits mingle thoughts and Angels move; Those whom our grosser views from us exclude, To them appear-an heavenly Multitude; While the dark Sayings, seal'd to Men like us, Their Priests interpret and their Flocks discuss. But while these gifted Men, a favour'd Fold, New Powers exhibit and new Worlds behold; Is there not danger lest their Minds confound The Pure above them with the Gross around? May not these Phaëtons, who thus contrive "Twixt Heaven above and Earth beneath to drive, When from their flaming Chariots they descend, The Worlds they visit in their Fancies blend ? Alas! too sure on both they bring disgrace, Their Earth is crazy, and their Heaven is base. We have, it seems, who treat, and doubtless well, Of a chastizing, not awarding Hell; |