Without thy Aid each social
Tie is lost:
Without thy Aid the Laws would threat in vain:
Without thy Aid this World were drown'd in Blood.
Freed from the Fear of Hell, or Hope of Heav'n,
Life were a Load, and Being were a Curse.
When Misery, with Hope-destroying Stake,
Impales the Wretch, and Horror wings the Soul,
Thy Balm affords Relief, allays the Pain,
And bids the harmless Weapon quit the Wound.
When Fortune and when Plenty load the Board,
Thou on the Altar of the human Heart
Dost light a Flame, that, tow'ring to the
Clouds,
Exhales an Incense grateful to the Skies.
If Foes increase, thou bidd'st their Rancour
end:
If Dangers press, Faith lends her ample Shield,
Defies their Threats, and frowns them into
Bliss.
E'en Death, that plucks the Planets from the
Skies,
Owns thy superior Might, foregoes his Sting,
And the proud Grave, victorious o'er our Clay,
At thy Command his laurell'd Chaplet quits,
Returns the Shrowd, and, growling, leaves his
Prey.
SAY, mighty Reas'ners, Infidels baptiz'd,
Who dress in Folly's Garb, yet idly dream
That Wisdom's Robe upon your Shoulders shines;
Say, when tempestuous Passions tear the
Soul,
Cloud Reason's Beam, and put out Wisdom's
Light;
Can the thin Cobweb, spun by subtle Brains,
Out-live the Storm, and dare the Tempest's Rage?