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• Know then this truth (enough for man to know) • Virtue alone is happiness below.'
310 The only point where human 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 lese, 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 Hear'n could on all bestow ; Which who but feels can taste, but thinks can know : Yet poor with fortone, 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,
For him alone hope leads from goal to goal,
all the mind. He sees, why nature plants in man alone 345 Hope of known bliss, and faith in bliss unknown ;
(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 flies, and gathers all its fame;
POPE'S ESSAY ON MAN. Say, shall my little bark, attendant sail, 385 Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale ? When statesmen, heroes, kings, in dust repose, Whose sons shall blush their fathers were thy foes, Shall then this verse to future age pretend Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend : 390 That urg'd by thee, I turn’d the tuneful art, From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart ; For Wit's false mirror held up Nature's light; Show'd erring pride, whatever is, IS RIGHT ; That REASON, Passion, answer one great aim ; 395 That true SELF-LOVE and Social are the same ; That Virtue only makes our bliss below ; And all our knowledge is, OURSELVES TO KNOW.
DEO OPTIMO MAXIMO.
FATHER of all i in ev'ry age,
In ev'ry clime ador'd,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !
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, This, teach me more than hell to shun,
That, more than heav'n pursue.
Let me not cast away ;
T' enjoy is to obey.
Yet not to earth's contracted span
Toy goodness let me bound, Or think thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round :
THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER.
Let not this weak, unknowing band
Presume thy bolts to throw,
On each 1 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 :
show to me.
Since quicken’d by thy breath : Oh lead me wheresoe'er I go,
Through this day's lite or deatk.
All else beneath the sun,
And let thy will be done.
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies,
All nature's incense rise !