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• Know then this truth (enough for man to know) • Virtue alone is happiness below.'
310 The only point where buman bliss stands still, And tastes the good without the fall to ill; Where only merit constant pay receives, Is blest in what it takes, and what it gives ; The joy unequall’d, if its end it gain,
315 And if it lose, attended with no pain ; Without satiety, though e'er so bless'd, And but more relish'd as the more distress'd : The broadest mirth unfeeling folly wears, Less pleasing far than virtue's very tears. 320 Good, from each object, from each place acquir’d, For ever exercis'd, yet never tir'd; Never elated, while no man's oppress'd; Never dejected, while another's bless'd : And where no wants, no wishes can remain, 325 Since but to wish more virtue, is to gain.
See ! the sole bliss Heav'n could on all bestow ; Which who but feels can taste, but thinks can know : Yet poor with fortune, and with learning blind, The bad must miss ; the good, untaught, will find : Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, 331 But looks through nature up to nature's God; Pursues that chain which links th’immense design, Joins heav'n and earth, and mortal and divine, Sees, that no being any bliss can know, 335 But touches some above, and some below: Learns, from this union of the rising whole, The first, last purpose of the human soul; And knows, where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in Love of God, and Love of Man. 340
For him alone hope leads from goal to goal, And opens still, and opens on his soul ; Till lengthen’d on to faith, and unconfin'd, It pours the bliss that fills up all the mind. He sees, why nature plants in man alone 345 Hope of known bliss, and faith in bliss unknown s
(Nature, whose dictates to no other kind
370 Earth smiles around, with boundless bounty blest, And Heav'n beholds its image in his breast.
Come then, my Friend ! my Genius! come along ; Oh master of the poet and the song! And while the muse now stoops, or now ascends, 375 To man's low passiops, or their glorious ends, Teach me, like thee, in various nature wise, . To fall with dignity, with temper rise ; Form'd by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe : 380 Correct with spirit, eloquent with ease, Intent to reason, or polite to please. Oh! while along the stream of time thy name Expanded Aies, and gathers all its fame;
POPE'S ESSAY ON MAN. .
Thou great first Cause, least understood ;
Who all my sense confin'd
And that myself am blind ;
Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
To see the good from ill : And, binding nalure fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
That, more than heav'n pursue.
Let me not cast away ;
T' enjoy is to obey.
Yet not to earth's contracted span
Tby goodness let me bound, Or think thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round :
Let not this weak, unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land,
On each I judge thy foe :
Still in the right to stay ;
To find that better way;
Or impious discontent,
Or ought thy goodness lent.
To hide the fault I see : That mercy I to others show
That mercy show to me. Mean tho' I am, not wholly so,
Since quicken'd by thy breath : Oh lead me wheresoe'er I go,
Through this day's lite or death. This day, be bread and peace my lot :
All else beneath the sun,
And let thy will be done.
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies,
All nature's incense rise !