« PreviousContinue »
See, a long Race thy spacious Courts adorn;
thee in a Flood of Day! No more the rising Sun shall gild the Morn, Nor Evening Cynthia fill her silver Horn, But loft, diffolv'd in thy superior Rays, One Tide of Glory, one unclouded Blaze O’erflow thy Courts : The Light himself shall shine Reveal'd, and God's eternal Day be thine ! The Seas shall waste, the Skies in Smoke decay, Rocks fall to Duit, and Mountains melt away ; But fix'd his Word, his faving Pow'r remains, Thy Realm for ever lasts, thy own Mesrah reigns.
The Knowledge of Futurity wisely concealed. Popé.
EAV'N from all Creatures hides the Book of
Fate, All but the Page prescrib'd, their present State; From Brutes what Men, from Men what Spirits know; Or who could suffer Being here below? The Lamb thy Riot dooms to bleed To-day, Had he thy Reason, would he skip and play?
Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry Food,
On H A P P I N ES S. Pope.
Good, Pleasure, Ease, Content, whate'er thy
Ask of the Learn'd the Way, the Learn'd are blind,
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 pleale, Equal is common Sense, and common Eale.
Order is Heav'ns 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 their Happiness increase, All Nature's Diff'rence keeps all Nature's Peace. Condition, Circumstance, is not the Thing ; Bliss is the fame, 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 thro ev'ry Member of the Whole One common Blessing, has one common Soul.
Know, all the Good that Individuals find, Or God and Nature meant to mere Mankind, Reason’s whole Pleasure, all the Joys of Sense, Lie in three Words, Health, Peace, and Competence.
The MAN of ROSS. Pope.
Rise honest Muse! and fing the Man of Ross:
Who hang with Woods yon Mountains sultry Brow ?
And what? No Monument, Inscription, Stone? "His Race, his Form, his Name almost unknown? C
Who builds a Church to God, and not to Fame,
The Omnipresence of GOD, and Submission to his Providence.
LL are but Parts of one ftupendous Whole,
Whose Body Nature is, and God the Soul: That, chang'd thro' all, and yet in all the same ; Great in the Earth, as in th' æthereal Frame; Warms in the Sun, refreshes in the Breeze, Glows in the Stårs, and blossoms in the Trees; Lives thro' all Life, extends thro' all Extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent ; Breathes in our Soul, informs our mortal Part; As full, as perfect, in a Hair as Heart; As full, as perfect, in vile Man that mourns, As the rapt Seraph, that adores and burns ; To him no high, no low, no great, no small; Hle fills, he bounds, connects, and measures all.
Cease then, nor Order Imperfection name: Our
proper Bliss depends on what we blame. Know thy own Point; This kind, this due Degree, Of Blindness, Weaknefs, Heav'n bestows on thee, Submit.--In this, or any other Sphere, Secure to be as bleft as thou canst bear : Safe in the Hand of one disposing Pow'r, Or in the natal, or the mortal Hour. All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee; All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not fee; All Discord, Harmony, not understood; All partial Evil, universal Good: