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And bring him to my feet; high in his heart
Lo! at thy gracious word I go,
And bring the rebel home to thee;
Down from the skies, all potent Grace descends, With speed more swift than from the radiant sun Darts all-prolific rays, or the wing'd flash Of vivid light'ning, hastens thro' the air, Nor stays, till in young Henry's favor'd breast, By pow'r mysterious, (leave unask'd of him) She 'lights, and rests a guest indeed divine : Nor sits she there an idle visitant, But soon her work begins, her glorious work, To form his rebel heart anew for God.
eyes, she all unseen, distills From the fair fount of life some sacred drops, Which far dispels the mist, and clears his sight, That objects late unseen, appear in view ; And truth, all powerful, breaks upon his mind With force resistless, pathos all divine. His ears, obedient to her touch, fly ope, And list, attentive to instruction's voice; And from his heart, with strength omnipotent, She rolls the stone, dissolves the adamant, And sows the heav'nly seed, which soon shall spring, And rise, and grow to a fair spreading tree, Yielding delicious fruits from every bough. Lo! now he feels sensations rise within, Sensations new and ge, unfelt before : He feels himself immortal, pants for joys, Suited to one, in being rank'd so high : Joys which can make immortal beings bless'd. Earth disappoints his wish, he lifts his eyes, Seeks it no longer there, but, all inflam'd With warm desire, pursues supernal bliss. Syren no more can charm; her pleasing form No more conceals her falsehood from his view; Her voice attracts no more, the snare is broke, And, lo! he runs, he flies from her embrace, As from the op'ning jaws of fearful woe. Her ways he hates, delusive as they are, And with fix'd eye and longing heart beholds The charms sublime which shine in holiness, And pants to find them planted in his breast, That there substantial happiness may reign. He stands astonish'd that his foolish heart,
So long beguil'd by sin's delusive voice,
Thus, all victorious grace her triumphs spread. But see! in Syren's breast fell rage arise,
From disappointment sprung; her empire fall'n,
Thou darling of my heart, with longing eye
Avaunt, thou hateful sorc'ress from my sight To thine own place, the dismal shades of night.
Ah! can thy lips such cruel words declare, Thy lips, which oft to me did homage swear! And can thy heart inconstant prove, and be False to thy solemn vows, and false to me! Why have thy feet forsaken my abode ? Have my commands, all pleasant, prov'd a Yoad ? Did I e'er chide? Did not my hands bestow All thy unbounded wish could grasp
below? I led thy feet in cheerful dances round; With rosy chaplets, I thy temples crown'd: I still thy table spread with viands rare, And daily fed thee with delicious fare ; My gifts I suited to thy ev'ry pow'r, And multiply'd thy pleasures ev'ry hour : And wilt thou, can'st thou, thus ungrateful prove! Ah! Henry, do not thus repay my love.
How could my heart so vain and foolish be, E’er to be cheated and beguild by thee ; True, I was late thy slave, in bondage held, And 'gainst the king of heaven I rebel'd; Lur'd by thy voice, I wander'd far astray In devious paths, far from the peaceful way Of life and happiness. Owond'rous grace! That heav'n should e'er compassionate my case, And bring a wand'rer back, by pow'r divine.