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To smile at death, to long to be dissolv'd From our decays a pleasure to receive And kindle into transport at a Grave! What equals this, ? and shall the victor now Boast the proud laurels on his loaded brow. Religion! Oh thou cherub heavenly bright Oh joys ummix'd, and fathomless delight! Thou, thou are all; nor find I, in the whole Creation, aught, but God, and my own Soul. For ever then my Soul, thy God adore Nor let the brute Creation praise him more. Shall things inanimate my conduct blame And flush my conscious cheek, with spreading shame? They all for him pursue or quit their end; The mounting flames their burning pow'r suspend; In solid heaps, th'unfrozen billows stand To rest, and silence; aw'd by his command His will can calm, the Savage monster bind, and tame --
