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Gradations just, has thy pervading soul 31 His knowledge measured to his state and Looked through? or can a part contain place, the whole?
His time a moment, and a point his space. Is the great chain, that draws all to agree, If to be perfect in a certain sphere, And drawn, supports, upheld by God, or What matter soon or late, or here or thee?
there? II. Presumptuous man! the reason The blest to-day is as completely so, 75 wouldst thou find,
As who began a thousand years ago. Why formed so weak, so little, and so III. Heaven from all creatures hides blind?
the book of fate, First, if thou canst, the harder reason All but the page prescribed, their present guess,
state: Why formed no weaker, blinder, and no From brutes what men, from men what less?
spirits know: Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are | Or who could suffer being here below? 80 made
The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Taller or stronger than the weeds they Had he thy reason, would he skip and shade;
40 play? Or ask of yonder argent fields above, Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery Why Jove's satellites are less than Jove. food,
And licks the hand just raised to shed his * * * * * *
blood. Respecting man, whatever wrong we Oh, blindness to the future! kindly given, call,
That each may fill the circle marked by May, must be right, as relative to all.
Heaven: In human works, though labored on with Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, pain,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, A thousand movements scarce one purpose Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, gain;
And now a bubble burst, and now a In God's, one single can its end produce; 55 world. Yet serves to second too some other use. Hope humbly then; with trembling So man, who here seems principal alone, pinions soar; Perhaps acts second to some sphere un Wait the great teacher Death; and God known,
adore. Touches some wheel, or verges to some What future bliss, he gives not thee to goal:
know, 'Tis but a part we see, and not a whole. 60 But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. When the proud steed shall know why Hope springs eternal in the human breast: man restrains
Man never is, but always to be, blest. 96 His fiery course, or drives him o'er the The soul, uneasy and confined from home, plains;
Rests and expatiates in a life to come. When the dull ox, why now he breaks the Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored clod,
mind Is now a victim, and now Egypt's god; Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the Then shall man's pride and dullness com wind;
His soul proud science never taught to His actions', passions', being's, use and stray end;
Far as the solar walk, or milky way; Why doing, suffering, checked, impelled; Yet simple nature to his hope has given, and why
Behind the cloud-topped hill, an humbler This hour a slave, the next a deity.
Heaven; Then say not man's imperfect, Heaven Some safer world in depths of woods emin fault;
105 Say rather, man's as perfect as he ought: 70 Some happier island in the watery waste,
Where slaves once more their native land Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, behold,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the No fiends torment, no Christians thirst trees, for gold.
Lives through all life, extends through all To be, contents his natural desire;
extent, He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire; | Spreads undivided, operates unspent, But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, Ini Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal His faithful dog shall bear him company. part, IV. Go, wiser thou! and, in thy scale of As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart, sense
As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, Weigh thy opinion against Providence; As the rapt seraph that adores and burns. Call imperfection what thou fanciest | To him no high, no low, no great, no such;
115 small; Say, “Here he gives too little, there too He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals much;"
all. Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust," X. Cease then, nor order imperfection Yet cry, “If man's unhappy, God's un name:
Our proper bliss depends on what we If man alone engross not Heaven's high blame. care,
Know thy own point: this kind, this due Alone made perfect here, immortal there, degree Snatch from his hand the balance and the Of blindness, weakness, Heaven bestows rod,
on thee. Re-judge his justice, be the god of God. Submit.-In this, or any other sphere, 285 In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies; Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear: All quit their sphere, and rush into the Safe in the hand of one disposing Power, skies.
Or in the natal, or the mortal hour. Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes; 125 All nature is but art, unknown to thee; Men would be angels, angels would be All chance, direction, which thou canst not gods.
see; Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell,
All discord, harmony not understood; Aspiring to be angels, men rebel:
All partial evil, universal good: And who but wishes to invert the laws And, spite of pride, in erring reason's Of order, sins against the Eternal Cause. 130 spite,
One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
IX: What if the foot, ordained the dust to tread,
From EPISTLE TO DR. ARBUTHNOT Or hand to toil, aspired to be the head? 260 What if the head, the eye, or ear repined
-Were there one whose fires To serve mere engines to the ruling mind? | True genius kindles, and fair fame inJust as absurd for any part to claim
spires, To be another, in this general frame; Blessed with each talent and each art to Just as absurd, to mourn the tasks or please, pains,
265 | And born to write, converse, and live with The great directing Mind of All ordains. ease; All are but parts of one stupendous Should such a man, too fond to rule whole,
alone, Whose body nature is, and God the soul; Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the That, changed through all, and yet in all throne; the same,
View him with scornful, yet with jealous Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal eyes, frame,
270 And hate for arts that caused himself to
Damn with faint praise, assent with civil
leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to
sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike; Alike reserved to blame, or to com- | mend,
205 A timorous foe, and a suspicious friend; Dreading ev'n fools, by flatterers be
sieged, And so obliging that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause, 210 While wits and Templars every sentence
raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praiseWho but must laugh, if such a man there
be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he!
THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER
Mean though I am, not wholly so,
Since quickened by Thy breath; Oh lead me wheresoe'er I go,
Through this day's life or death.
Father of all! in every age,
In every clime adored,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!
stood: Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good,
And that myself am blind;
How often have I paused on every charm, Along the glades, a solitary guest,
45 The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath And tires their echoes with unvaried cries. the shade
Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, For talking age and whispering lovers And the long grass o'ertops the mouldermade!
ing wall; How often have I blest the coming day, 15 And trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's When toil remitting lent its turn to play, hand, And all the village train, from labor free, Far, far away thy children leave the land. Led up their sports beneath the spreading · Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a tree,
prey, While many a pastime circled in the shade, Where wealth accumulates, and men The young contending as the old sur decay: veyed;
20 Princes and lords may flourish, or may And many a gambol frolicked o'er the fade; ground,
A breath can make them, as a breath has And sleights of art and feats of strength I made: went round.
But a bold peasantry, their country's And still, as each repeated pleasure tired, pride,
55 Succeeding sports the mirthful band in- When once destroyed, can never be supspired;
plied. The dancing pair that simply sought re A time there was, ere England's griefs nown
I began, By holding out to tire each other down; When every rood of ground maintained The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, its man; While secret laughter tittered round the For him light labor spread her wholesome
1 store, The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, Just gave what life required, but gave no The matron's glance that would those more: looks reprove.
His best companions, innocence and These were thy charms, sweet village! health; sports like these,
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. With sweet succession, taught even toil to But times are altered; trade's unfeeling please:
train These round thy bowers their cheerful Usurp the land and dispossess the swain; influence shed:
Along the lawn, where scattered hamlets These were thy charms—but all these rose,
65 charms are fled.
Unwieldy wealth and cumbrous pomp reSweet smiling village, loveliest of the pose, lawn,
And every want to opulence allied, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms And every pang that folly pays to pride. withdrawn;
These gentle hours that plenty bade to Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is 1 bloom, seen,
Those calm desires that asked but little And desolation saddens all thy green:
70 One only master grasps the whole domain, Those healthful sports that graced the And half a tillage stints thy smiling peaceful scene, plain.
40 Lived in each look, and brightened all the No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, green; But, choked with sedges, works its weedy These, far departing, seek a kinder shore, way;
And rural mirth and manners are no more.
Sweet Auburn! parent of the blissful But on he moves to meet his latter end, hour,
75 | Angels around befriending virtue's friend; Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's Bends to the grave with unperceived depower.
cay, Here, as I take my solitary rounds While resignation gently slopes the way; Amidst thy tangling walks and ruined And, all his prospects brightening to the grounds,
III And, many a year elapsed, return to view His heaven commences ere the world be Where once the cottage stood, the haw past! thorn grew,
- 8o Sweet was the sound, when oft at evenRemembrance wakes with all her busy ing's close train,
Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; Swells at my breast, and turns the past to There, as I passed with careless steps and pain.
115 In all my wanderings round this world The mingling notes came softened from of care,
below; In all my griefs—and God has given my The swain responsive as the milk-maid share
sung, I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, The sober herd that lowed to meet their Amidst these humble bowers to lay me _ young, down;
86 | The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the To husband out life's taper at the close, L pool, And keep the flame from wasting by re- The playful children just let loose from pose;
school, I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, The watch-dog's voice that bayed the Amidst the swains to show my book whispering wind, learned skill,
90 | And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant Around my fire an evening group to mind;draw,
These all in sweet confusion sought the And tell of all I felt, and all I saw;
shade, And, as an hare whom hounds and horns And filled each pause the nightingale had pursue
made. Pants to the place from whence at first | But now the sounds of population fail, 125 she flew,
No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the I still had hopes, my long vexations I gale, past,
95 No busy steps the grass-grown footway Here to return-and die at home at last. tread, O blest retirement, friend to life's de- | For all the bloomy flush of life is fled. cline,
All but yon widowed, solitary thing, Retreats from care, that never must be | That feebly bends beside the plashy mine,
130 How happy he who crowns in shades like She, wretched matron, forced in age, for these
bread, A youth of labor with an age of ease; 100 To strip the brook with mantling cresses Who quits a world where strong tempta spread, tions try,
To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to | To seek her nightly shed, and weep till fly!
morn; For him no wretches, born to work and She only left of all the harmless train, 135 weep,
The sad historian of the pensive plain. Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous Near yonder copse, where once the deep;
garden smiled, No surly porter stands in guilty state, 105 | And still where many a garden flower To spurn imploring famine from the gate; / grows wild;