That darkest of enigmas, human hope; 105 110 Possession, why more tasteless than pursuit? Why is a wish far dearer than a crown? That wish accomplish'd, why the grave of bliss ?— Because in the great future buried deep, 115 Beyond our plans of empire and renown, Lies all that man with ardour should pursue; And He who made him bent him to the right. Man's heart the' Almighty to the future sets, By secret and inviolable springs; 120 And makes his hope his sublunary joy. Man's heart eats all things, and is hungry still; 'More, more!' the glutton cries: for something new So rages appetite; if man can't mount, 125 He will descend. He starves on the possess'd; 130 Old Rome consulted birds: Lorenzo! thou With more success the flight of Hope survey, Of restless Hope for ever on the wing. High perch'd o'er every thought that falcon sits, 135 And neve: stooping, but to mount again Next moment, she betrays her aim's mistake, And owns her quarry lodged beyond the grave If being fails) more mournful riddles rise, 140 Why virtue? where its praise its being, fled Virtue 13 true self-interest pursued ; 145 Whence self-applause? from conscience of the right; And what is right, but means of happiness? 151 Is weak, with rank knight-errantries o'errun. Why beats thy bosom with illustrious dreams 160 Of gallant enterprise, and glorious death? Thy country! what to thee?-the Godhead, what! If, with thy blood, thy final hope is spilt? Nor can Omnipotence reward the blow: Be deaf; preserve thy being; disobey. Nor is it disobedience. Know, Lorenzo! Whate'er the' Almighty's subsequent command, 165 175 His first command is this:- Man, love thyself.' 170 180 Why to be good in vain is man betray'd? 185 190 Since virtue sometimes ruins us on earth, Or both are true, or man survives the grave. Or man survives the grave; or own, Lorenzo, 195 Dares rush on death-because he cannot die! But if man loses all when life is lost, He lives a coward, or a fool expires. 200 A daring Infidel (and such there are, From pride, example, lucre, rage, revenge, Or pure heroical defect of thought) Of all earth's madmen most deserves a chain. When to the grave we follow the renown'd 205 For valour, virtue, science, all we love, And all we praise; for worth, whose noontide beam, Enabling us to think in higher style, Mends our ideas of ethereal powers; Dream we, that lustre of the moral world 210 Goes out in stench, and rottenness the close? Why was he wise to know, and warm to praise, And strenuous to transcribe, in human life, The Mind Almighty? Could it be that Fate, Just when the lineaments began to shine, 215 And dawn the Deity, should snatch the draught, With night eternal blot it out, and give If human souls why not angelic too, Extinguish'd; and a solitary God, 220 O'er ghastly ruin frowning from his throne ' From dust we disengage, or man mistakes; And there, where least his judgment fears a flaw. 225 230 To make us but more wretched. Wisdom's eye And worth, so recompensed, new points their stings. 235 Weakness and vice the refuge of mankind. 'Has virtue, then, no joys?'-Yes, joys dear bought. Talk ne'er so long in this imperfect state, Virtue and vice are at eternal war. 240 Virtue's a combat; and who fights for nought, The crown, the' unfading crown, her soul inspires; 'Tis that and that alone can countervail The body's treacheries and the world's assaults. On earth's poor pay our famish'd virtue dies; 250. A Bayle has preach'd, or a Voltaire believed. In man the more we dive, the more we see Heaven's signet stamping an immortal make. Dive to the bottom of his soul, the base Sustaining all, what find we knowledge, love! 255 As light and neat, essential to the Sun, 260 As a mock diadem, in savage sport, 265 Which reaps but pain from seeming claims so fair? 270 If so, for what strange ends were mortals made This cannot be. To love and know, in man Or own the soul immortal, or invert They graze the turf untill'd, they drink the stream 275 280 285 290 |