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Heaven may not grant thee all thy mind;
“You say that troubles intervene,
“Of heaven ask virtue, wisdom, health,
He spake--The airy spectre flies, And straight the sweet illusion dies.
The vision at the early dawn,
FROM POPE'S ESSAY ON MAX.
Ou Happiness! our being's end and aim!
Some place the bliss in action, some in ease;
Who thus define it, say they more or less
Take nature's path, and mad opinions leave; All states can reach it, and all heads conceive; Obvious her goods in no extreme they dwell; There needs but thinking right and meaning well; And, mourn our various portions as we please, Equal is common sense and common ease.
Remember, man, “the Universal Cause Acts not by partial, but by gen’ral laws.” And makes what Happiness we justly call, Subsist not in the good of one, but all. There's not a blessing individuals find, But some way leans and hearkens to the kind; No bandit fierce, no tyrant mad with pride, No cavern’d hermit rests self-satisfy'd. Who most to shun or hate mankind pretend, Seek an admirer, or would fix a friend : Abstract what others feel, what others think, All pleasures sicken, and all glories sink : Each has his share; and who would more obtain, Shall find the pleasure pays not half the pain.
Order is Heaven's first law; and this confest, Some are, and must be, greater than the rest ; More rich, more wise: but who infers from hence That such are happier, shocks all common sense. Heaven to mankind impartial we confess, If all are equal in their happiness: But mutual wants this happiness increase, All nature's difference keeps all nature's peace. Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; Bliss is the same in subject or in king; In who obtain defence, or who defend, In him who is, or him who finds a friend : Heaven breathes throngh every member of the whole One common blessing as one common soul. But fortune's gists, if each alike possest, And each were equal, must not all contest? If then to all men Happiness was meant, God in externals could not place content.
Fortune her gifts may variously dispose, And these be happy call’d, unhappy those; But Heaven's just balance equal will appear, While thuse are plac'd in hope, and these in fear; Not present good or ill the joy or curse, But future views of better or of worse, Oh sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise, By mountains pil'd on mountains, to the skies? Heaven still with laughter the vain toil surveys, And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.
Know, all the good that individuals find,
BY MR. ROBERTSON.
Of damask cheeks and radiant eyes,
Let other poets tell;
Superior beauties dwell.
There all the sprightly powers of wit,
In blithe assemblage play;
Its intellectual ray.
But as the sun's refulgent light
Heaven's wide expanse refines;
Celestial Sweetness shines.
This mental beam dilates the heart,
And sparkles in the face;
And heightens every grace.