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A TREATISE OF RELIGION. (Book 2)
1.
WHat make these many laws, these rains of pow'r
Where with Mankind thus fetter'd is and bound;
These divers worships, which mens souis deflow'r
Nature, and God, with novelty confound?
'Tis ignorance, Sin, Infidelity
By which we fall'n from our Creation be:
2.
What is the Chain which draws us back again,
And lifts Man up unto his first Creation?
Nothing in him his own heart can restrain,
His reason lives a Captive to Temptation,
Example is corrupt, precepts are mixt,
All fleshly knowledge frail, and never fixt.
3.
It is a Light, a Gift, a Grace inspir'd,
A spark of Pow'r, a goodness of the Good;
Desire in him, that never is desir'd;
An Unity, where desolation stood;
In us not of us, a Spirit not of earth,
Fashioning the mortal to immortal birth.