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THE worldly minded cast in common mould	A
With all his might pursuing fame or gold	A
And towards that goal too vehemently hurled	B
To waste a thought about another world	B
Has one advantage which yon lofty host	C
His intellectual betters may not boast	C
Neither deceiving nor deceived he knows	D
He and religion are inveterate foes	D
He loves it not and making no pretence	D
He shows his honesty if not his sense	D
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But we have seen a high flown mental thing	E
As fine and fragile as libella's wing	E
All soul and intellect the ethereal mind	F
Scarcely within its earthly house confined	F
On heaven oft casting an enraptured eye	G
And paying compliments to the Most High	G
And yet though harsh the judgment seem to be	H
As far from Heaven as far from God as he	H
Yes might the bold assertion be forgiven	I
A poet's soul may miss the road to Heaven	I
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'Tis Sabbath morning and at early hour	J
The poet seeks his own sequestered bower	J
The shining landscape stretches full in view	K
All heaven is glowing with unclouded blue	K
The hills lie basking in the sunny beams	D
Enriched with sprinkled hamlets woods and streams	D
And hark from tower and steeple here and there	L
The cheerful chime bespeaks the hour of prayer	L
The poet's inmost soul responsive swells	D
To every change of those religious bells	D
His fine eye ranging o'er the spacious scene	M
With ecstacy unutterably keen	M
His mind exalted melted soothed and free	H
From earthly tumult all tranquillity	F
If this is not devotion what can be	H
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But gentle poet wherefore not repair	L
To yonder temple God is worshipped there	L
Nay wherefore should he wherefore not address	D
The God of nature in that green recess	D
Surrounded by His works and not confined	F
To rites adapted to the vulgar mind	F
There he can sit and thence his soul may rise	D
Caught up in contemplation to the skies	D
And worship nature's God on reason's plan	N
It is delusion self applauding man	N
The God of nature is the God of grace	D
The contrite spirit is his dwelling place	D
And thy proud offering made by reason's light	F
Is all abomination in His sight	F
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Let him distinguish if he can indeed	F
Wherein his differs from the deist's creed	F
Oh he approves the Bible thinks it true	K
No matter if he ever read it through	K
Admits the evidence that some reject	F
For the Messiah professes great respect	F
And owns the sacred poets often climb	O
Up to the standard of the true sublime	O
Is this then all is this the utmost reach	P
Of what man learns when God descends to teach	P
And is this all and were such wonders wrought	F
And tongues and signs and miracles for nought	F
If this be all his reason's utmost scope	Q
Where rests his faith his practice and his hope	Q
'Deny thyself ' that precept binding still	R
As when first issued how does he fulfil	R
Where lies the cross that he would daily bear	L
Where that reproach the Saviour's flock must share	L
What is the dear indulgence he denies	D
Which of his virtues is a sacrifice	D
Is it his aim to keep the world at bay	S
Where then the faith that overcomes its sway	S
How has he learned the easy yoke to take	T
And count all things but loss for Jesus' sake	T
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Nay this is all irrational absurd	F
And yet it is the Bible word for word	F
Well but it grates upon his classic ear	U
'He that hath ears to hear it let him hear '	-
Ne'er could he take his gentle lips within	V
So unpoetical a word as sin	V
He knows it not and never felt its chains	D
While unmolested in his heart it reigns	D
His self complacence is its own reward	F
He wants not such a Saviour as the Lord	F
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Pride and indulgence fallen nature's fruit	F
Religion strikes at to the very root	F
And where they hold an undisputed rule	R
That heart was never in the Gospel school	R
And he that makes religion turn and wind	F
To suit the delicacy of his mind	F
Bids God's own word his proud caprice obey	S
Takes what he likes and throws the rest away	S
The man whatever he may boast beside	F
Is still a slave to intellectual pride	F
His heathen altar is inscribed at best	F
To 'God unknown ' unhonoured unaddressed	F
His Heaven the same Elysian fields as theirs	D
Much such a world as this without its cares	D
Where souls of friends and lovers two and two	K
Walk up and down with nothing else to do	K
He in that path the ancient sceptic trod	F
'Knows not the Scripture nor the power of God '	-
Nor loves nor looks to Sion's heavenly gate	F
Where many mansions for believers wait	F
Where ransomed sinners round their Saviour meet	F
And cast their crowns rejoicing at His feet	F
And where whate'er pursuits their powers employ	R
His presence makes the fulness of their joy	R
This is the bliss to which the saint aspires	D
This is that 'better country' he desires	D
And ah while scoffers laugh and sceptics doubt	F
The poor way faring man shall find it out	F
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Indulgence slumbers in the arms of pride	F
This sin with that in closest bonds allied	F
And he is still an epicure in kind	F
Who lives on pleasure though it be refined	F
'Tis true the love of nature genuine taste	F
Has ever minds of finest texture graced	F
And they who draw no soft emotion thence	D
Possess but half a soul and want a sense	D
Yes and the Christian poet feels its force	D
With double zest and tastes it at its source	D
But mark our fond enthusiast where he strays	D
In pensive musings glide his tranquil days	D
In nature's beauties not content to find	F
That bliss subordinate which God designed	F
With soothing influence mid corroding cares	D
To cheer the hour of leisure duty spares	D
It is his very end and chief employ	R
To view invoke adore it and enjoy	R
He deems his aim and happiness well placed	F
Counfounding picturesque with moral taste	F
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The village church in reverend trees arrayed	F
His favourite haunt he loves that holy shade	F
And there he muses many an eve away	S
Though not with others on the Sabbath day	S
Nor cares he how they spend the sacred hour	J
But how much ivy grows upon the tower	J
Yes the deluded poet can believe	W
The soothing influence of a summer's eve	W
That sacred spot the train of pensive thought	F
By osiered grave and sculptured marble brought	F
The twilight gloom the stillness of the hour	J
Poetic musings on a church yard flower	J
The moonshine solitude and all the rest	F
Will raise devotion's flame within his breast	F
And while susceptive of the magic spell	R
Of sacred music and the Sabbath bell	R
And each emotion nature's form inspires	D
He fancies this is all that God requires	D
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Indeed the Gospel would have been his scoff	X
If man's devices had not set it off	X
For that which turns poor non conformists sick	Y
Touches poetic feeling to the quick	Y
The gothic edifice the vaulted dome	Z
The toys bequeathed us by our cousin Rome	Z
The pompous festival the splendid rite	F
The mellow window's soft and soothing light	F
The painted altar and the white robed priest	F
Those gilded keep sakes from the dying beast	F
The silken cassock and the sable vest	F
Please him so well that he endures the rest	F
Like him how many could we make the search	A2
Who while they hate the Gospel love ' the Church '	-
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That Gospel preached by Jesus to the poor	B2
Simple sublime and spiritual and pure	C2
Is not constructed and was ne'er designed	F
To please the morbid proud romantic mind	F
'Tis not in flowers or fields or fancy found	F
Nor on Arcadian nor on holy ground	F
'Tis not in poetry 'tis not in sound	F
Not even where those infant lips respire	C2
A heaven of music from the fretted quire	C2
Chanting the prayer or praise in highest key	H
Te Deum or Non nobis Domine	H
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He shuns the world but not alone its toys	D
Its active duties and its better joys	D
'Tis true he weeps for crime at least his muse	D
And sighs for sorrows that he never views	D
Indulges languid wishes that mankind	F
Were all poetical and all refined	F
Forms lofty schemes the flood of vice to stem	D2
But preaching Jesus is not one of them	D2
And thus in waking dreams from day to day	S
He wears his tranquil harmless life away	S
But true benevolence i	G

Jane Taylor

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