Classic Poem

Fair prince of life, lights living well!
Who hast the keys of death and hell!
If the mule man despise thy day,
Put chains of darkness in his way.
Teach him how deep, how various are
The Councels of thy love and care
When Acts of grace and a long peace
Breed but rebellion and displease;
Then give him his own way and will,
Where lawless he may run until
His own choice hurts him, and the sting
Of his foul sins full sorrows bring
If Heav'n and Angels, hopes and mirth
Please not the mole so much as Earth:
Give him his Mine to dig, or dwell;
And one sad Scheme of hideous hell.