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And knows where faith, law, morals, all began, All end, in love of God and love of man.

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 Hope of known bliss, and faith in bliss unknown : (Nature, whose dictates to no other kind Are given in vain, but what they seek they find) Wise is her present; she connects in this His greatest virtue with his greatest bliss ; At once his own bright prospect to be blest, And strongest motive to assist the rest.

Self-love thus push'd to social, to divine, Gives thee to make thy neighbour's blessing thine. Is this too little for the boundless heart? Extend it, let thy enemies have part: Grasp the whole world of reason, life, and sense, In one close system of benevolence: Happier as kinder, in whate'er degree, And height of bliss but height of charity.

God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre mov'd, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace ; His country next, and next all human race ;

Wide and more wide, th' o'erflowings of the mind
Take every creature in of every kind:
Earth smiles around, with boundless bounty blest,
And heaven beholds its image in his breast.

Come then, my friend! my genius! come along,
O master of the poet and the song!
And while the Muse now stoops, or now ascends,
To man's low passions, 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 ;
Correct with spirit, eloquent with ease,
Intent to reason, or polite to please.
O! while along the stream of time thy name
Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame,
Say, shall my little bark attendant sail,
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?
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 ;
That true self-love and social are the same;
That virtue only makes our bliss below,
And all our knowledge is—ourselves to know.

UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

DEO OPT. MAX.

FATHER of all! in every age,

In every clime ador'd,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !
Tbou Great First Cause, least understood,

Who all my sense confin'd
To know but this, that thou art good,

And that myself am blind :
Yet gave me, in this dark estate,

To see the good from ill: And binding nature 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 heaven pursue.
What blessings thy free bounty gives

Let me not cast away;
For God is paid when man receives;

T enjoy is to obey.
Yet not to earth's contracted span

Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think thee Lord alone of man,

When thousand worlds are round.

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THE POEMS OF POPE.

Let not this weak unknowing hand

Presume thy bolts to throw,
And deal damnation round the land

On each I judge thy foe.
If I am right, thy grace impart,

Still in the right to stay ;
If I am wrong, O teach my

heart
To find that better way.
Save me alike from foolish pride

Or impious discontent,
At aught thy wisdom has denied,

Or aught thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's woe,

To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy

show to me. Mean though I am, not wholly so,

Since quicken’d by thy breath; O lead me, whereso’er I go,

Through this day's life or death! This day be bread and peace my lot:

All else beneath the sun Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,

And let thy will be done. To Thee, whose temple is all space,

Whose altar earth, sea, skies, One chorus let all Being raise,

All nature's incense rise!

MORAL ESSAYS.

IN FOUR EPISTLES.

Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se
Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures :
Et sermone opus est modo tristi, sæpe jocoso,
Defendente vicem modo rhetoris atque poetæ,
Interdum urbani, parcentis viribus, atque
Extenuantis eas consulto.

HOR.

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