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A nobler zeal inflames my active breast.  drinks up my spirits and will not let me rest, our int'ressts and our inclinations joyn, nor shall they be my friends who are not thine, since no base acts, they holy laws approve, they claim my best esteem and tend'rest love, the meanest of my fathers ourse and race.  dispised, abused, in excile and disgrace, yet I'me not sunk so low as to dispair, yet they dear laws by best and cheifest care, thy eternall bounds of right they words decide, by th' intellect divine ev'n truth itself is try'd, in floods of anguish sunk and plung'd in grief, thy laws alone my comfort and reflie, th' eternall bounds of right thy laws decide nor can I ever fail if they my actions guide.
When with unequall weights of grief oppress'd, to the were still my fervent prayers address'd, O Saviour help and hear, th' afflicted raise, so shall a firm obedience crown my praise, set those whom cares or revells rest deny, what the night wanted make the morn supply.  And whom shuch dull unactive joys can please, now court soft slumbers, and inglorious ease, they know not what they loose, or what I find whhile freed from sloaths base chains my active mind, prevents the tardy sin, and warns away th' unharness'd loytering chariot of the day.  See! the grey morn begins to dresse the skyes!  See a new beauteous face of nature rise!  How comely the creation now!  Now bright!  Thus dawn'd the infant world from old oritinll night.  And thus look'd paradise.

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A nobler zeal inflames my active breast. drinks up my spirits and will not let me rest, our int'ressts and our inclinations joyn, nor shall they be my friends who are not thine, since no base acts, they holy laws approve, they claim my best esteem and tend'rest love, the meanest of my fathers ourse and race. dispised, abused, in excile and disgrace, yet I'me not sunk so low as to dispair, yet they dear laws by best and cheifest care, thy eternall bounds of right they words decide, by th' intellect divine ev'n truth itself is try'd, in floods of anguish sunk and plung'd in grief, thy laws alone my comfort and reflie, th' eternall bounds of right thy laws decide nor can I ever fail if they my actions guide. When with unequall weights of grief oppress'd, to the were still my fervent prayers address'd, O Saviour help and hear, th' afflicted raise, so shall a firm obedience crown my praise, set those whom cares or revells rest deny, what the night wanted make the morn supply. And whom shuch dull unactive joys can please, now court soft slumbers, and inglorious ease, they know not what they loose, or what I find whhile freed from sloaths base chains my active mind, prevents the tardy sin, and warns away th' unharness'd loytering chariot of the day. See! the grey morn begins to dresse the skyes! See a new beauteous face of nature rise! How comely the creation now! Now bright! Thus dawn'd the infant world from old oritinll night. And thus look'd paradise.