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43. IMPIETY. (notes)

The pagan pays his worship to a block,

Or lifts his homage to the glorious sun,

Who, like a giant, in his race doth run;—

Such folly well our thinking sense may shock.

But what if Christian nam'd his God should mock,

Or wrapp'd in web, by atheist's fingers spun,

All nature's brightness seem obscure and dun,

Not deem'd His work, who guides the starry flock?

Is there not here a guilt of deeper dye,

A mind less cheer'd by rays of truth divine,

A heart more cold, enchain'd by Greenland frost?

Ah! can the wretch e'er dwell in purest sky,

Where God's perfections all in glory shine?

Is he not blinded, cheated, wilder'd, lost?