By Strides as swift: Eternity is All ;

And whofe Eternity? Who triumphs there?
Bathing for ever in the Font of Blifs!
For ever basking in the Deity!

Lorenzo! who?----Thy Conscience shall reply.

O give it Leave to fpeak; 'twill speak ere long,
Thy Leave unafkt: Lorenzo! hear it now,
While useful its Advice, its Accent mild.
By the great Edict, by divine Decree,

Truth is depofited with Man's left Hour
An honest Hour, and faithful to her Trust,
Truth, eldest Daughter of the Deity;

Truth, of his Council, when he made the Worlds,
Nor lefs, when he fhall judge the Worlds he made;
Tho' filent long, and fleeping ne'er so sound,
Smother'd with Errors, and oppreft with Toys,

That Heaven-commiffion'd Hour no fooner calls, But from her Cavern in the Soul's Abyss,

Like him they fable under Ætna whelm'd,

The Goddess burfts in Thunder, and in Flame;
Loudly convinces, and feverely pains.

Dark Damons I difcharge, and Hydra-ftings,
The keen Vibrations of bright Truth---is Hell :
Juft Definition! tho' by Schools untaught.
Ye Deaf to Truth! peruse this parfon'd Page,
And truft, for once, a Prophet, and a Priest,
"Men may live Fools, but Fools they cannot die."

FINI S.