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One in herself, not rent by schism, but sound,
Entire, one solid shining diamond;
Not sparkles shattered into sects like you:
One is the church, and must be to be true;
One central principle of unity;
As undivided, so from errors free;

As one in faith, so one in sanctity.
Thus she, and none but she, the insulting rage
Of heretics opposed from age to age;
Still when the giant-brood invades her throne,
She stoops from heaven, and meets them half way

And with paternal thunder vindicates her crown.
But like Egyptian sorcerers you stand,
And vainly lift aloft your magic wand,
To sweep away the swarms of vermin from the land;
You could, like them, with like infernal force,
Produce the plague, but not arrest the course.
But when the boils and blotches, with disgrace
And public scandal. sat upon the face,
Themselves attacked, the Magi strove no more,
They saw God's finger, and their fate deplore;
Themselves they could not cure of the dishonest


Thus one, thus pure, behold her largely spread,
Like the fair ocean from her mother-bed;
From east to west triumphantly she rides,
All shores are watered by her wealthy tides.

The magicians imitated Moses in producing the frogs which infested Egypt; but they could not relieve from that, or any of the other plagues By that of boils and blains they were afflicted themselves, the other Egyptians. "And the magicians could not stand before Moses because of the boils, for the boils were upon the magicians, and upon all the Egyptians." Exod, ix. 11.

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The gospel-sound, diffused from pole to pole, Where winds can carry, and where waves can roll, The self-same doctrine of the sacred page Conveyed to every clime, in every age.

Here let my sorrow give my satire place, To raise new blushes on my British race. Our sailing ships like common-sewers we use, And through our distant colonies diffuse The draught of dungeons, and the stench of stews; Whom, when their home-bred honesty is lost, We disembogue on some far Indian coast, Thieves, pandars, palliards, * sins of every sort; Those are the manufactures we export, And these the missioners our zeal has made; For, with my country's pardon, be it said, Religion is the least of all our trade.

Yet some improve their traffic more than we; For they on gain, their only god, rely, And set a public price on piety. Industrious of the needle and the chart, They run full sail to their Japonian mart; Preventing fear, and, prodigal of fame, Sell all of Christian to the very name, † Nor leave enough of that to hide their naked


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Thus, of three marks, which in the creed we view, Not one of all can be applied to you; Much less the fourth. In vain, alas! The ambitious title of apostolic: t God-like descent! 'tis well your blood can be Proved noble in the third or fourth degree; For all of ancient that you had before, I mean what is not borrowed from our store, Was error fulminated o'er and o'er;


* Debauchees.

+ Note X.

‡ Note XI.

Old heresies condemned in ages past,
By care and time recovered from the blast.*

Tis said with ease, but never can be proved,
The church her old foundations has removed,
And built new doctrines on unstable sands:
Judge that, ye winds and rains! you proved her,
yet she stands.

Those ancient doctrines charged on her for new, Show, when, and how, and from what hands they grew.

We claim no power, when heresies grow bold,
To coin new faith, but still declare the old.
How else could that obscene disease be purged,
When controverted texts are vainly urged?
To prove tradition new, there's somewhat more
Required, than saying, 'twas not used before.
Those monumental arms are never stirred,
Till schism or heresy call down Goliah's sword.

Thus, what you call corruptions, are, in truth,
The first plantations of the gospel's youth;
Old standard faith; but cast your eyes again,
And view those errors which new sects maintain,
Or which of old disturbed the church's peaceful


And we can point each period of the time,
When they began, and who begot the crime;
Can calculate how long the eclipse endured,
Who interposed, what digits were obscured:
Of all which are already passed away,
We know the rise, the progress, and decay.

Despair at our foundations then to strike,
Till you can prove your faith apostolic;

* Alluding to the doctrines of Wiccliff and the Lollards, condemned as heresies in their own times, but revived by the reformers.

Á limpid stream drawn from the native source;
Succession lawful in a lineal course.
Prove any church, opposed to this our head,
So one, so pure, so unconfinedly spread,
Under one chief of the spiritual state,

The members all combined, and all subord inate
Show such a seamless coat, from schism so free,
In no communion joined with heresy ;-
If such a one you find, let truth prevail;
Till when, your weights will in the balance fail ;
A church unprincipled kicks up the scale.
But if you cannot think, (nor sure you can
Suppose in God what were unjust in man,)
That He, the fountain of eternal grace,
Should suffer falsehood for so long a space
To banish truth, and to usurp her place;
That seven successive ages should be lost,
And preach damnation at their proper cost;
That all your erring ancestors should die,
Drowned in the abyss of deep idolatry;
If piety forbid such thoughts to rise,
Awake, and open your unwilling eyes:
God hath left nothing for each age undone,
From this to that wherein he sent his Son ;
Then think but well of him, and half your work



Not more did Joseph o'er his brethren weep,
Nor less himself could from discovery keep,

is done.

See how his church, adorned with every grace,
With open arms, a kind forgiving face,
Stands ready to prevent her long-lost son's em-

About seven hundred years elapsed between the departure of the church of Rome from the simplicity of the primitive Christians, and the dawn of the Reformation.

When in the crowd of suppliants they were seen,
And in their crew his best-loved Benjamin.
That pious Joseph in the church behold,
To feed your famine, and refuse your gold;
The Joseph you exiled, the Joseph whom you sold.*
Thus, while with heavenly charity she spoke,
A streaming blaze the silent shadows broke;
Shot from the skies a cheerful azure light;
The birds obscene to forests winged their flight,
And gaping graves received the wandering guilty


Such were the pleasing triumphs of the sky, For James his late nocturnal victory; The pledge of his almighty Patron's love, The fireworks which his angels made above. † I saw myself the lambent easy light ‡ Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night; The messenger with speed the tidings bore; News, which three labouring nations did restore; But heaven's own Nuntius was arrived before.

By this, the Hind had reached her lonely cell, And vapours rose, and dews unwholesome fell; When she, by frequent observation wise, As one who long on heaven had fixed her eyes, Discerned a change of weather in the skies. The western borders were with crimson spread, The moon descending looked all flaming red; She thought good manners bound her to invite The stranger dame to be her guest that night. "Tis true, coarse diet, and a short repast, She said, were weak inducements to the taste Of one so nicely bred, and so unused to fast; But what plain fare her cottage could afford, A hearty welcome at a homely board,

* Note XI.

+ Note XII.

Poeta loquitur..

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