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Some, sunk to beafts, find pleasure end in pain ;
Who thus define it, say they more or less Than this,--that happiness is happiness?
Take pature'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 case. Remember, man, " the Universal Cause “ Acts not by partial, but by gen’ral laws;" And makes what happiness we juftly call, SubGft not in the good of one but all. There's not a blesing individuals find But some way leans and hårkens to the kind : No bandid fierce, no tyrant mad with pride, No cavero'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 pleasure fickens, and all glories funk: Each has his share; and who
se obta Shall find the pleasure pays ?"
Order is heav'n's first law; and this confeft. 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. Heav'n to mankind impartial, we confess If all were equal in their happiness ; But mutual: wants this happiness increase, All nature's diff'rence, keeps all nature's peace, Condition, circumftance, 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 : Heav'n breathes through ev'ry member of the whole One common blessing as one common soul. But fortune's gifts if each alike poffeft, 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,
Heav'n fill with laughter the vain toil surveys,
BY THE SAME.
TATHER of all ! in ev'iy age,
In ev'ry clime, ador’d, By faint, by savage, and by fage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !
Thou Great First Cause, leaft understood,
Who all my sense confin'd
And that myself am blind ;
Yet gave me, in this dark eftate,
To see the good from ill;
Left free the human will;
What conscience di&tates to be done,
Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun,
That more than heav'n pursue.
What blessings thy free bounty gives
Let me not caft away ;
T' enjoy is to obey
Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound,
When thousand worlds are around :
Let not this weak, unknowing hand
Perfume thy bolts to throw,
On each I judge thy foe,
If I am right; thy grace impart
Still in the right to stay ;
To find that better way.
Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent;
®r aught thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel anothers woe,
To hide the fault I see:
That mercy shew to me.
Mean though I am, not wholly la,
Sisce quicken'd by thy breath ;
Through this day's life or death.
This day, be bread and peace my lot :
All elfe beneath the sun
And let thy will be done.
To Thee, whose.temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies !
All nature's incense rise?
LL are but parts of one ftupendi us whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul : That chang'd thro' all, and yet in the all fame, Great in the earth, as in the etherial frame