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Invocation to Charity or Christian Love, 1-Ties of society, 15-Captain Cook's respect for social ties, even among savages, 23-Cook and Cortez contrasted, 35-Degraded state of Spain, the effect of divine retribution, 65— Commerce designed to promote national intercourse and improvement, 83 -Encourages art, 97—A blessing invoked on lawful commerce, 123-Denunciation of the slave trade, 137-Slavery the most degrading of ills, 155 -Unchristian, 180-Unlawful in the sight of the Almighty, 196—Blessed privilege of mitigating the sorrows of slavery, 218—Luxury of doing good, 244-Apostrophe to Liberty, 254—Tribute to Howard, 290—Pursuits of philosophy, 313-Aid of Revelation necessary to reason, 337-Divine truth the parent of Charity, 377-Supposed case of an optician lecturing to a blind nation, 379-Applied to a world spiritually blind, 395-Apostle's definition of charity, 422-Its heavenly fragrance, 435-Almsgiving as a means of lulling the conscience, 447-Satire deprecated, 485-Works of charity alone acceptable in the judgment day, 557-Charity exemplified in the works of Christ, 579-Blessed effects that would flow from the universal diffusion of charity, 604.

FAIREST and foremost of the train that wait
On man's most dignified and happiest state,
Whether we name thee Charity or Love,
Chief grace below, and all in all above,
Prosper (I press thee with a powerful plea)
A task I venture on, impell'd by thee:
Oh, never seen but in thy blest effects,

Nor felt but in the soul that Heaven selects ;

Who seeks to praise thee, and to make thee known
To other hearts, must have thee in his own.

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Come, prompt me with benevolent desires,
Teach me to kindle at thy gentle fires,
And, though disgraced and slighted, to redeem
A poet's name, by making thee the theme.
God, working ever on a social plan,
By various ties attaches man to man :
He made at first, though free and unconfined,
One man the common father of the kind;
That every tribe, though placed as he sees best,
Where seas or deserts part them from the rest,
Differing in language, manners, or in face,
Might feel themselves allied to all the race.
When Cook-lamented, and with tears as just
As ever mingled with heroic dust—

Steer'd Britain's oak into a world unknown,
And in his country's glory sought his own;
Wherever he found man to nature true,
The rights of man were sacred in his view;
He soothed with gifts, and greeted with a smile,
The simple native of the new-found isle;
He spurn'd the wretch that slighted or withstood
The tender argument of kindred blood;
Nor would endure that any should control
His freeborn brethren of the southern pole.
But, though some nobler minds a law respect,
That none shall with impunity neglect,
In baser souls unnumber'd evils meet,

To thwart its influence and its end defeat.
While Cook is loved for savage lives he saved,
See Cortez odious for a world enslaved!

Where wast thou then, sweet Charity, where then,
Thou tutelary friend of helpless men?
Wast thou in monkish cells and nunneries found,
Or building hospitals on English ground?

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No!-Mammon makes the world his legatee
Through fear, not love; and Heaven abhors the fee:
Wherever found (and all men need thy care),
Nor age nor infancy could find thee there.
The hand that slew till it could slay no more
Was glued to the sword-hilt with Indian gore.
Their prince, as justly seated on his throne
As vain imperial Philip1 on his own,
Trick'd out of all his royalty by art,

That stripp'd him bare, and broke his honest heart,
Died by the sentence of a shaven priest,
For scorning what they taught him to detest.
How dark the veil that intercepts the blaze
Of Heaven's mysterious purposes and ways!
God stood not, though he seem'd to stand, aloof;
And at this hour the conqueror feels the proof:
The wreath he won drew down an instant curse,
The fretting plague is in the public purse,
The canker'd spoil corrodes the pining state,
Starved by that indolence their mines create.

Oh, could their ancient Incas rise again,
How would they take up Israel's taunting strain !
Art thou too fallen, Iberia? Do we see
The robber and the murderer weak as we ?

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Thou that hast wasted earth, and dared despise

Alike the wrath and mercy of the skies.

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Thy pomp is in the grave, thy glory laid
Low in the pits thine avarice has made.
We come with joy from our eternal rest,
To see the oppressor in his turn oppress'd.
Art thou the god, the thunder of whose hand
Roll'd over all our desolated land;

1 'Imperial Philip:' a mistake; Philip was never an Emperor; and, besides, when Pizzaro (not Cortez) put the Inca Atahualpa to death, Philip was not on the throne.

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Shook principalities and kingdoms down,
And made the mountains tremble at his frown?
The sword shall light upon thy boasted powers,
And waste them, as thy sword has wasted ours.
'Tis thus Omnipotence his law fulfils,
And Vengeance executes what Justice wills.

Again-the band of commerce was design'd
To associate all the branches of mankind;
And if a boundless plenty be the robe,
Trade is the golden girdle, of the globe.
Wise to promote whatever end he means,
God opens fruitful Nature's various scenes;
Each climate needs what other climes produce,
And offers something to the general use;
No land but listens to the common call,
And in return receives supply from all.
This genial intercourse, and mutual aid,
Cheers what were else an universal shade;
Calls Nature from her ivy-mantled den,
And softens human rock-work into men.
Ingenious Art, with her expressive face,
Steps forth to fashion and refine the race,—
Not only fills Necessity's demand,
But overcharges her capacious hand:
Capricious Taste itself can crave no more
Than she supplies from her abounding store:
She strikes out all that Luxury can ask,
And gains new vigour at her endless task.
Hers is the spacious arch, the shapely spire,
The painter's pencil, and the poet's lyre;
From her the canvas borrows light and shade,
And verse more lasting, hues that never fade.
She guides the finger o'er the dancing keys,
Gives difficulty all the grace of ease,

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And pours a torrent of sweet notes around,
Fast as the thirsting ear can drink the sound.

These are the gifts of Art; and Art thrives most,
Where Commerce has enrich'd the busy coast :
He catches all improvements in his flight,
Spreads foreign wonders in his country's sight,
Imports what others have invented well,
And stirs his own to match them, or excel.
'Tis thus, reciprocating, each with each,
Alternately the nations learn and teach;
While Providence enjoins to every soul
A union with the vast terraqueous whole.
Heaven speed the canvas, gallantly unfurl❜d,
To furnish and accommodate a world,
To give the pole the produce of the sun,
And knit the unsocial climates into one !-
Soft airs and gentle heavings of the wave
Impel the fleet whose errand is to save,
To succour wasted regions, and replace
The smile of Opulence in Sorrow's face!
Let nothing adverse, nothing unforeseen,
Impede the bark that ploughs the deep serene,
Charged with a freight transcending in its worth
The gems of India, Nature's rarest birth,
That flies, like Gabriel on his Lord's commands,
A herald of God's love, to pagan lands!
But ah! what wish can prosper, or what prayer,
For merchants rich in cargoes of despair,
Who drive a loathsome traffic, gauge and span,
And buy the muscles and the bones of man?
The tender ties of father, husband, friend,
All bonds of nature in that moment end;

And each endures, while yet he draws his breath,
A stroke as fatal as the scythe of Death.

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