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And putrefy the breath of blooming Health.
THE PRESENT STATE OF MAN VINDICATED. HEAVEN from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits
Pleas'd to the last he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood. O blindness to the future ! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by Heaven; Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world. Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore. What future bliss he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is but always to be bless'd. The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind
Go, wiser thou ! and in thy scale of sense
Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,
if man's unhappy, God's unjust ;
WISDOM PROCLAIMING A PROVIDENCE TO MAN. Lo! now the ways of Heaven's eternal King To man are open! Review them and adore! Hear the loud voice Of Wisdom sounding in her works — Attend, Ye sons of men ! ye children of the dust, Be wise! Lo! I was present, when the Sire Of Heav'n pronounc'd his fiat; when his eye Glanc'd through the gulf of darkness, and his hand Fashion'd the rising universe :- I saw, O'er the fair lawns, the heaving mountains raise Their pine-clad spires; and down the shaggy cliff I gave
the rill to murmur. The rough mounds That bound the madd’ning deep; the storm that Along the desert; the volcano fraught (roars With burning brimstone ;--I prescribe their ends, I rule the rushing winds, and, on their wings
Triumphant, walk the tempest.--To my call
I gave to man's dark search superior light;
Nor less in life employ'd, 'tis mine to raise
view, I walk the deep'ning gloom? What though my ways, Remote from thought's bewilder'd search are wrapt In triple darkness ?-Yet I work the springs Of life, and to the general good direct Th' obsequious means to move.-0 ye, who, toss'd On life's tumultuous ocean, eye the shore, Yet far remov'd ; and with the happy hour, When slumber on her downy couch shall lull Your cares to sweet repose; yet bear awhile, And I will guide you to the balmy climes Of rest; will lay you by the silver stream Crown'd with elysian bow'rs, where peace extends
Her blooming olive, and the tempest pours
THE PROSPERITY OF VICE NO JUST OBJECTION TO
THE WISDOM OF PROVIDENCE. An! why, thy thought demands, when Virtue feels Thy yoke, severe Adversity! why reigns Triumphant Vice, nor dreads th' avenging doom Of Heav'n; but, wanton in the spoils of pow'r, Sports in gay frolic down the tide of time, Nor dreams of future wo?- Is he then bless'd Alone, who riots in the feast; who sails Loose in the robe of luxury, and bears His front to Heav'n, as if his mind defied (thought Its frown ?Ah blind to reason! whose weak Sees not, the just severity that saves The good, reclaims not error. To persist Firm in the path of right, when all within Is calm; or wand'ring from its side, to start, Alarm'd in time by some awak’ning voice, And turn, is easy :-but the man whose step Far through the devious waste has wander'd wild, Regains not, seeks not to regain the path Long lost; his course by perseverance form'd, His doubts by habit reconcil'd. What once He wish'd, now self-deceived, his willing mind Receives as substance, and the phantom mocks With empty smiles his void embrace no more.