By just degrees they every moment rise,

Hither," they cried, “direct your eyes, and see
Fill the wide Earth, and gain upon the skies. The men of pleasure, dress, and gallantry ;
At every breath were balmy odors shed,

Ours is the place at banquets, balls, and plays;
Which still grew sweeter, as they wider spread : Sprightly our nights, polite are all our days;
Less fragrant scents th’unfolding rose exhales, Courts we frequent, where 'tis our pleasing care
Or spices breathing in Arabian gales.

To pay due visits, and address the fair:
Next these the good and just, an awful train, In fact, 'tis true, no nymph we could persuade,
Thus on their knees address the sacred fane. But still in fancy vanquish'd every maid ;
"Since living virtue is with envy curs'd,

Of unknown duchesses lewd tales we tell,
And the best men are treated like the worst, Yet, would the world believe us, all were well.
Do thou, just goddess, call our merits forth, The joy let others have, and we the name,
And give each deed th' exact intrinsic worth." And what we want in pleasure, grant in fame.".
“Not with bare justice shall your act be crown'd," The queen assents, the trumpet rends the skies,
(Said Fame) “ but high above desert renown'd: And at each blast a lady's bonor dies.
Let fuller notes th' applauding world amaze,

Pleas'd with the same success, vast numbers prest
And the loud clarion labor in your praise." Around the shrine, and made the same request :

This band dismiss'd, behold another crowd " What you!" (she cried) “ unlearn'd in arts to please,
Preferr'd the same request, and lowly bow'd ; Slaves to yourselves, and ev'n fatigu'd with ease,
The constant tenor of whose well-spent days Who lose a length of undeserving days,
No less deserv'd a just return of praise.

Would you usurp the lover's dear-bought praise ?
But straight the direful trump of Slander sounds ; To just contempt, ye vain pretenders, fall,
Through the big dome the doubling thunder The people's fable, and the scorn of all."
bounds;

Straight the black clarion sends a horrid sound,
Loud as the burst of cannon rends the skies, Loud laughs burst out, and bitter scoffs fly round,
The dire report through every region flies, Whispers are heard, with taunts reviling loud,
In every ear incessant rumors rung,

And scornful hisses run through all the crowd.
And gathering scandals grew on every tongue.

Last, those who boast of mighty mischiefs done,
From the black trumpet's rusty concave broke Enslave their country, or usurp a throne !
Sulphureous flames, and clouds of rolling smoke : Or who their glory's dire foundation laid
The poisonous vapor blots the purple skies, On sovereigns ruin'd, or on friends betray'd :
And withers all before it as it flies.

Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fix,
A troop came next, who crowns and armor wore, Of crooked counsels and dark politics;
And proud defiance in their looks they bore : Of these a gloomy tribe surround the throne,
“For thee” (they cried), “ amidst alarms and strife, And beg to make th' immortal treasons known.
We sail'd in tempests down the stream of life; The trumpet roars, long flaky flames expire,
For thee whole nations fill'd with flames and blood, With sparks that seem'd to set the world on fire.
And swam to empire through the purple flood. At the dread sound, pale mortals stood aghast,
Those ills we dar'd, thy inspiration own;

And startled Nature trembled with the blast.
What virtue seem'd, was done for thee alone." This having heard and seen, some power un-
“Ambitious fools!" (the queen replied, and frown'd)

known “ Be all your acts in dark oblivion drown'd; Straight chang’d the scene, ånd snatch'd me from There sleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone,

the throne. Your statues moulder'd, and your names unknown!" Before my view appear'd a structure fair, A sudden cloud straight snatch'd them from my Its site uncertain, if in earth or air; sight,

With rapid motion turn'd the mansion round; And each majestic phantom sunk in night. With ceaseless noise the ringing walls resound; Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen;

Not less in number were the spacious doors,
Plain was their dress, and modest was their mien. Than leaves on trees, or sands upon the shores ;
“Great idol of mankind! we neither claim Which still unfolded stand, by night, by day,
The praise of merit, nor aspire to Fame!

Pervious to winds, and open every way.
But, safe in deserts from th' applause of men, As flames by nature to the skies ascend,
Would die unheard of, as we liv'd unseen. As weighty bodies to the centre tend,
"Tis all we beg thee, to conceal from sight As to the sea returning rivers roll,
Those acts of goodness which themselves requite. And the touch'd needle trembles to the Pole ;
O let us still the secret joys partake,

Hither, as to their proper place, arise
To follow Virtue ev’n for Virtue's sake."

All various sounds from earth, and seas, and skies
“And live there men, who slight immortal Fame? Or spoke aloud, or whisper'd in the ear;
Who then with incense shall adore our name? Nor ever silence, rest, or peace, is here.
But, mortals ! know, 'tis still our greatest pride, As on the smooth expanse of crystal lakes
To blaze those virtues which the good would hide. The sinking stone at first a circle makes ;
Rise! Muses, rise! add all your tuneful breath; The trembling surface, by the motion stirr'd,
These must not sleep in darkness and in death." Spreads in a second circle, then a third ;
She said: in air the trembling music floats, Wide, and more wide, the floating rings advance,
And on the winds triumphant swell the notes ; Fill all the watery plain, and to the margin dance.
So soft, though high, so loud, and yet so clear, Thus every voice and sound, when first they break,
Ev'n listening angels lean from Heaven to hear : On neighboring air a soft impression make;
To farthest shores th'ambrosial spirit flies, Another ambient circle then they move;
Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies. That, in its turn, impels the next above;

Next these a youthful train their vows express'd, Through undulating air the sounds are sent,
With feathers crown'd, with gay embroidery dressid :) And spread o'er all the fluid element.

vance ;

There various news I heard of love and strife, Oh! if the Muse must flatter lawless sway, of peace and war, health, sickness, death, and life, and follow still where Fortune leads the way; Of loss and gain, of famine and of store,

Or if no basis bear my rising name, Of storms at sea, and travels on the shore,

But the fall'n ruins of another's fame; of prodigies, and portents seen in air,

Then teach me, Heaven! to scorn the guilty bays,
Of fires and plagues, and stars with blazing hair, Drive from my breast that wretched lust of praise ;
Of turns of fortune, changes in the state,

Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown;
The falls of favorites, projects of the great, Oh, grant an honest fame, or grant me none !"
of old mismanagements, taxations new :
All neither wholly false, nor wholly true.

Above, below, without, within, around,
Confus'd, unnumber'd multitudes are found,
Who pass, repass, advance, and glide away ;

THE FABLE OF DRYOPE.
Hosts rais'd by fear, and phantoms of a day:
Astrologers, that future fates foreshow,

FROM Ovid's METAMORPHOSES, BOOK IX.
Projectors, quacks, and lawyers, not a few;
And priests, and party zealots, numerous bands She said, and for her lost Galanthis sighs,
With home-born lies, or tales from foreign lands; When the fair consort of her son replies :
Each talk'd aloud, or in some secret place, Since you a servant's ravish'd form bemoan,
And wild impatience star'd in every face. And kindly sigh for sorrows not your own ;
The flying rumors gather'd as they rollid, Let me (if tears and grief permit) relate
Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told; A nearer woe, a sister's stranger fate.
And all who told it added something new, No nymph of all Echalia could compare
And all who heard it made enlargements too, For beauteous form with Dryope the fair,
In every ear it spread, on every tongue it grew. Her tender mother's only hope and pride
Thus flying east and west, and north and south, (Myself the offering of a second bride).
News travellid with increase from mouth to mouth. This nymph, compress'd by him who rules the day,
So from a spark, that kindled first by chance, Whom Delphi and the Delian isle obey,
With gathering force the quickening flames ad. Andræmon lov'd ; and, bless'd in all those charms

That pleas'd a god, succeeded to her arms. Till to the clouds their curling heads aspire,

A lake there was, with shelving banks around, And towers and temples sink in floods of fire. Whose verdant summit fragrant myrtles crown'd.

When thus ripe lies are to perfection sprung, These shades, unknowing of the Fates, she sought, Full grown, and fit to grace a mortal tongue, And to the Naiads flowery garlands brought; Through thousand vents, impatient, forth they flow, Her smiling babe (a pleasing charge) she prest And rush in millions on the world below; Within her arms, and nourish'd at her breast. Fame sits aloft, and points them out their course, Not distant far, a watery lotos grows; Their date determines, and prescribes their force: The spring was new, and all the verdant boughs, Some to remain, and some to perish soon : Adorn'd with blossoms, promis'd fruits that vie Or wane and wax alternate like the Moon. In glowing colors with the Tyrian dye: Around a thousand winged wonders fly, (the sky. Of these she cropp'd to please her infant son : Borne by the trumpet's blast, and scatter'd through And I myself the same rash act had done ;

There, at one passage, oft you might survey But lo! I saw (as near her side I stood)
A lie and truth contending for the way ;

The violated blossoms drop with blood.
And long 'twas doubtful, though so closely pent, Upon the tree I cast a frightful look ;
Which first should issue through the narrow vent: The trembling tree with sudden horror shook.
At last agreed, together out they fly,

Lotis the nymph (if rural tales be true),
Inseparable now the truth and lie;

As from Priapus' lawless lust she flew,
The strict companions are for ever join'd,

Forsook her form; and, fixing here, became
And this or that unmix'd, no mortal e'er shall find. A flowery plant, which still preserves her name.

While thus I stood, intent to see and hear, This change unknown, astonish'd at the sight,
One came, methought, and whisper'd in my ear: My trembling sister strove to urge her flight:
“ What could thus high thy rash ambition raise ? And first the pardon of the nymphs implor'd,
Art thou, fond youth, a candidate for praise ?" And those offended sylvan powers ador'd :
“ 'Tis true," said I, “not void of hopes I came,

But when she backward would have fled, she found For who so fond as youthful bards of Fame? Her stiffening feet were rooted in the ground: But few, alas! the casual blessing boast,

In vain to free her fastening feet she strove,
So hard to gain, so easy to be lost.

And, as she struggles, only moves above;
How vain that second life in others' breath, She feels th' encroaching bark around her grow
Th' estate which wits inherit after death! By quick degrees, and cover all below:
Ease, health, and life, for this they must resign, Surpris'd at this, her trembling hand she heaves
(Unsure the tenure, but how yast the fine!) To rend her hair; her hand is fill'd with leaves :
The great man's curse, without the gains, endure, Where late was hair, the shooting leaves are seen
Be envied, wretched, and be flatter'd, poor ; To rise, and shade her with a sudden green.
All luckless wits their enemies profest,

The child Amphissus, to her bosom press'd,
And all successful, jealous friends at best. Perceiv'd a colder and a harder breast,
Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call; And found the springs, that ne'er till then denied
She comes unlook'd for, if she comes at all. Their milky moisture, on a sudden dried.
But if the purchase costs so dear a price I saw, unhappy! what I now relate,
As soothing Folly, or exalting Vice :

And stood the helpless witness of thy fate,

Embrac'd thy boughs, thy rising bark delay'd, Now sliding streams the thirsty plants renew,
There wish'd to grow, and mingle shade with shade. And feed their fibres with reviving dew.
Behold Andræmon and th' unhappy sire

These cares alone her virgin breast employ,
Appear, and for their Dryope inquire ;

Averse from Venus and the nuptial joy.
A springing tree for Dryope they find,

Her private orchards, wallid on every side,
And print warm kises on the panting rind; To lawless sylvans all access denied.
Prostrate, with tears their kindred plant bedew, How oft the Satyrs and the wanton Fawns,
And close embrace as to the roots they grew. Who haunt the forest, or frequent the lawns,
The face was all that now remaind of thee, The god whose ensign scares the birds of prey,
No more a woman, nor yet quite a tree;

And old Silenus, youthful in decay,
Thy branches hung with humid pearls appear, Employ'd their wiles and unavailing care,
From every leaf distils a trickling lear,

To pass the fences, and surprise the fair!
And straight a voice, while yet a voice remains, Like these, Vertumnus own'd his faithful flame,
Thus through the trembling boughs in sighs com- Like these, rejected by the scornful dame.
plains:

To gain her sight a thousand forms he wears :
“If to the wretched any faith be given, And first a reaper from the field appears ;
I swear by all th' unpitying powers of Heaven, Sweating he walks, while loads of golden grain
No wilful crime this heavy vengeance bred ; O'ercharge the shoulders of the seeming swain.
In mutual innocence our lives we led :

oft o'er his back a crooked scythe is laid,
If this be false, let these new greens decay, And wreaths of hay his sun-burnt temples shade
Let sounding axes lop my limbs

away,

Oft in his harden'd hand a goad he bears,
And crackling flames on all my honors prey ! Like one who late unyok'd the sweating steers.
But from my branching arms this infant bear, Sometimes his pruning-hook corrects the vines,
Let some kind nurse supply a mother's care: And the loose stragglers to their ranks confines.
And to his mother let him oft be led,

Now gathering what the bounteous year allows
Sport in her shades, and in her shades be fed ; He pulls ripe apples from the bending boughs.
Teach him, when first his infant voice shall frame A soldier now, he with his sword appears ;
Imperfect words, and lisp his mother's name, A fisher next, his trembling angle bears :
To hail this tree; and say, with weeping eyes, Each shape he varies, and each art he tries,
Within this plant my hapless parent lies :

On her bright charms to feast his longing eyes.
And when in youth he seeks the shady woods, A female form at last Vertumnus wears,
Oh, let him fly the crystal lakes and floods, With all the marks of reverend age appears,
Nor touch the fatal powers; but warn'd by me, His temples thinly spread with silver hairs :
Believe a goddess shrin'd in every tree.

Propp'd on his staff, and stooping as he goes,
My sire, my sister, and my spouse, farewell! A painted mitre shades his furrow'd brows.
If in your breasts or love or pity dwell,

The god, in this decrepit formi array'd,
Protect your plant, nor let my branches seel The gardens enter'd, and the fruit survey'd ;
The browsing cattle, or the piercing steel.

And “Happy you!" (he thus address'd the maid)
Farewell! and since I cannot bend to join

“Whose charms as far all other nymphs outshine
My lips to yours, advance at least to mine. As other gardens are excell'd by thine !"
My son, thy mother's parting kiss receive,

Then kiss'd the fair; (his kisses warmer grow
While yet thy mother has a kiss to give.

Than such as women on their sex bestow ;)
I can no more ; the creeping rind invades Then, plac'd beside her on the flowery ground,
My closing lips, and hides my head in shades : Beheld the trees with autumn's bounty crown'd.
Remove your hands; the bark shall soon suffice An elm was near, to whose embraces led,
Without their aid to seal these dying eyes." The curling vine her swelling clusters spread :

She ceas'd at once to speak, and ceas'd to be ; He view'd her twining branches with delight,
And all the nymph was lost within the tree; And prais'd the beauty of the pleasing sight.
Yet latent life through her new branches reign'd, “ Yet this tall elm, but for his vine” (he said)
And long the plant a human heat retain'd. "Had stood neglected, and a barren shade;

And this fair vine, but that her arms surround
Her married elm, had crept along the ground.

Ah, beauteous maid ! let this example move
VERTUMNUS AND POMONA.

Your mind, averse from all the joys of love:
FROM Ovid's METAMORPHOSES, BOOK IV.

Deign to be lov'd, and every heart subdue !

What nymph could e'er attract such crowds as you?
The fair Pomona flourish'd in his reign :

Not she whose beauty urg'd the Centaur's arms,
Of all the virgins of the sylvan train,

Ulysses' queen, nor Helen's fatal charms.
None taught the trees a nobler race to bear, Ev'n now, when silent scorn is all they gain,
Or more improv'd the vegetable care.

A thousand court you, though they court in vain,
To her the shady grove, the flowery field, A thousand sylvans, demigods, and gods,
The streams and fountains, no delights could yield; That haunt our mountains, and our Alban woods.
"Twas all her joy the ripening fruits to tend, But if you'll prosper, mark what I advise,
And see the boughs with bappy burthens bend. Whom age and long experience render wise,
The hook she bore instead of Cynthia's spear, And one whose tender care is far above
To lop the growth of the luxuriant year,

All that these lovers ever felt of love,
To decent form the lawless shoots to bring, (Far more than e'er can by yourself be guess'd)
And teach th' obedient branches where to spring. Fix on Vertumnus, and reject the rest.
Now the cleft rind inserted graffs receives,

For his firm faith I dare engage my own;
And yields an offspring more than Nature gives ; Scarce to himself, himself is better known.

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To distant lands Vertumnus never roves;

the place of God, and judging of the fitness or Like you, contented with his native groves;

unfitness, perfection or imperfection, justice or inNor at first sight, like most, admires the fair; justice, of his dispensations. V. The absurdity For you he lives ; and you alone shall share of conceiting himself the final cause of the creaHis last affection, as his early care.

tion, or expecting that perfection in the moral Besides, he's lovely far. above the rest,

world, which is not in the natural. VI. The unWith youth immortal, and with beauty blest. reasonableness of his complaints against Provi. Add, that he varies every shape with ease,

dence, while on the one hand demands the And tries all forms that may Pomona please.

perfection of the angels, and on the other the But what should most excite a mutual flame,

bodily qualifications of the brutes; though, to Your rural cares and pleasures are the same. possess any of the sensitive faculties in a higher To him your orchard's early fruit are due,

degree, would render him miserable. VII. That (A pleasing offering when 'tis made by you,) throughout the whole visible world, an universal He values these; but yet (alas !) complains,

order and gradation in the sensual and mental That still the best and dearest gift remains.

faculties is observed, which causes a subordinaNot the fair fruit that on yon branches glows tion of creature to creature, and of all creatures to With that ripe red th’autumnal sun bestows ; man. The gradations of sense, instinct, thought, reNor tasteful herbs that in these gardens rise, fection, reason; that reason alone countervails all Which the kind soil with milky sap supplies;

the other faculties. VIII. How much farther this You, only you, can move the god's desire :

order and subordination of living creatures may exOh, crown so constant and so pure a fire!

tend above and below us; were any part of which Let soft compassion touch your gentle mind; broken, not that part only, but the whole conThink, 'tis Vertumnus begs you to be kind;

nected creation, must be destroyed. IX. The exSo may no frost, when early buds appear,

travagance, madness, and pride of such a desire. Destroy the promise of the youthful year;

X. The consequence of all the absolute submisNor winds, when first your florid orchard blows, sion due to Providence, both as to our present and Shake the light blossoms from their blasted boughs!" future state.

This when the various god had urg'd in vain, He straight assum'd his native form again; Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things Such, and so bright an aspect now he bears, To low ambition and the pride of kings. As when through clouds th' emerging Sun appears, Let us (since life can liule more supply And, thence exerting his refulgent ray,

Than just to look about us, and to die) Dispels the darkness, and reveals the day. Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man; Force he prepar'd, bat check'd the rash design: A mighty maze! but not without a plan: For when, appearing in a form divine,

A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot;
The nymph surveys him, and beholds the grace Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.
Of charming features, and a youthful face; Together let us beat this ample field,
In her soft breast consenting passions move, Try what the open, what the covert yield;
And the warm maid confess'd a mutual love. The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore

Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar;
Eye Nature's walks, shoot Folly as it flies,
And catch the manners living as they rise :
Laugh where we must, be candid where we can ;

But vindicate the ways of God to man.
AN ESSAY ON MAN.

I. Say, first, of God above, or man below,

What can we reason, but from what we know? IN FOUR EPISTLES,

of man, what see we but his station here,

From which to reason, or to which refer? TO H. ST. JOHN, LORD BOLINGBROKE. Through worlds unnumber'd though the God be

known, EPISTLE I.

"Tis ours to trace him only in our own.

He, who through vast immensity can pierce, OF THE NATURE AND STATE OF MAN WITH RE- See worlds on worlds compose one universe,

Observe how system into system runs,

What other planets circle other suns,
The Argument.

What varied Being peoples every star,

May tell why Heaven has made us as we are. of man in the abstract.-I. That we can judge only But of this frame the bearings and the ties,

with regard to our own system, being ignorant of the strong connexions, nice dependencies, the relations of systems and things. II. That man Gradations just, has thy pervading soul is not to be deemed imperfect, but a being suited Look'd through? or can a part contain the whole ? to his place and rank in the creation, agreeable Is the great chain, that draws all to agree, to the general order of things, and conformable And drawn supports, upheld by God, or thee ? to ends and relations to him unknown. III. That II. Presumptuous man! the reason wouldst thou it is partly upon his ignorance of future events,

find, and partly upon the hope of a future state, that why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind ? all his happiness in the present depends. IV. The First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess, pride of aiming at more knowledge, and pretend- Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less ? ing to more perfection, the cause of man's error Ask of thy mother Earth, why oaks are made and misery. The impiety of putting himself in Taller or weaker than the weeds they shade ?

SPECT TO THE UNIVERSE.

For me,

Or ask of yonder argent fields above,

To be, contents his natural desire, Why Jove's Satellites are less than Jove?

He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire ; Of systems possible, if 'tis confest,

But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, That Wisdom infinite must form the best,

His faithful dog shall bear him company. Where all must full or not coherent be,

IV. Go, wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense, And all that rises, rise in due degree;

Weigh thy opinion against Providence;
Then, in the scale of reasoning life, 'tis plain, Call imperfection what thou fancy'st such ;
There must be, somewhere, such a rank as man: Say, here he gives too little, there too much :
And all the question (wrangle e'er so long) Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,
Is only this, if God has plac'd him wrong? Yet say, if man's unhappy, God's unjust;

Respecting man, whatever wrong we call If man alone engross not Heaven's high care,
May, must be right, as relative to all.

Alone made perfect here, immortal there :
In human works, though labor'd on with pain, Snatch from his hand the balance and the rod,
A thousand movements scarce one purpose gain : Re-judge his justice, be the god of God.
In God's, one single can its end produce; In Pride, in reasoning Pride, our error lies;
Yet serves to second too some other use.

All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.
So man, who here seems principal alone, Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes,
Perhaps acts second to some sphere unknown, Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
Touches some wheel, or verges to some goal ; Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell,
"Tis but a part we see, and not a whole,

Aspiring to be angels, men rebel:
When the proud sleed shall know why man re- And who but wishes to invert the laws
strains

Of order, sins against th' Eternal Cause. His fiery course, or drives him o'er the plains; V. Ask for what end the heavenly bodies shine, When the dull ox, why now he breaks the clod, Earth for whose use? Pride answers, " Tis for Is now a victim, and now Egypt's god :

mine: Then shall man's pride and dullness comprehend For me kind Nature wakes her genial power; His actions', passions', being's, use and end ; Suckles each herb, and spreads out every flower ; Why doing, suffering, check'd, impellid; and why Annual for me, the grape, the rose, renew This hour a slave, the next a deity.

The juice nectareous, and the balmy dew; Then say not Man's imperfect, Heaven in fault; For me, the mine a thousand treasures brings; Say, rather, Man's as perfect as he ought:

health gushes from a thousand springs ; His knowledge measur'd to his state and place; Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise ; His time a moment, and a point his space. My foolstool Earth, my canopy the skies." If to be perfect in a certain sphere,

But errs not Nature from this gracious end, What matter, soon or late, or here, or there? From burning suns when livid deaths descend, The blest to-day is as completely so,

When earthquakes swallow, or when tempests sweep As who began a thousand years ago.

Towns to one grave, whole nations to the deep? III. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of "No," 'tis replied, “ the first Almighty Cause Fate,

Acts not by partial, but by general laws; All but the page prescrib'd, their present state: Th’exceptions few; some change since all begun: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: And what created perfect ?” Why then man? Or who could suffer being here below?

If the great end be human happiness, The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day,

Then Nature deviates; and can man do less ? Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? As much that end a constant course requires Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flowery food, Of showers and sun-shine, as of man's desires; And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood. As much eternal springs and cloudless skies, Oh blindness to the future! kindly given,

As men for ever temperate, calm, and wise. That each may fill the circle mark'd by Heaven: If plagues or earthquakes break not Heaven's design, Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,

Why ihen a Borgia, or a Catiline; A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,

Who knows, but he whose hand the lightning forms, Atoms or systems into ruin hurld,

Who heaves old Ocean, and who wings the storms; And now a bubble burst, and now a world. Pours fierce ambition in a Cæsar's mind,

Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar, Or turns young Ammon loose to scourge mankind ? Wait the great teacher, Death ; and God adore. From pride, from pride our very reasoning springs : What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, Account for moral as for natural things : But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Why charge we Heaven in those, in these acquit? Hope springs eternal in the human breast : In both, to reason right, is to submit. Man never Is, but always To be blest :

Better for us, perhaps, it might appear,
The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home, Were there all harmony, all virtue here;
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

That never air or ocean felt the wind,
Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind That never passion discompos'd the mind.
Sees God in clouds, or bears him in the wind; But all subsists by elemental strife ;
His soul proud Science never taught to stray And passions are the elements of life.
Far as the solar walk, or milky way;

The general order, since the whole began,
Yet simple Nature to his hope has given,

Is kept in Nature, and is kept in man. Behind the cloud-topt hill, an humbler Heaven; VI. What would this man? Now upward will he Some safer world in depth of woods embrac'd,

soar, Some happier island in the watery waste,

And, little less than angel, would be more ; Where slaves once more their native land hehold, Now looking downwards, just as griev'd appears No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To want the strength of bulls, the fur of bears.