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From nature's chain whatever link you strike,
Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike. 2 And, if each system in gradation roll,
Alike essential to the amazing whole,
The least confusion but in one, not all
That system only, but the whole must fall.
Let earth, unbalanc'd from her orbit fly,
Planets and suns run lawless thro' the sky;
Let ruling angels from their spheres be hurld,
Being on being wreck'd, and world on world ;
Heav'n's whole foundation to their centre nod,
And nature trembles to the throne of God:
All this dread Order break-for whom? for thee?
Vile worm! Oh madness! pride! impiety! 3 What if the foot ordain'd the dust to tread,
Or hand, to toil, aspir'd to be the head?
What if the head, the eye. or ear repin'd
To serve mere engines to the ruling mind?
Just as absurd for any part to claim
To be another, in this gen’ral frame;
Just as absurd to mourn the tasks or pains,
The great directing MIND OF ALL ordains.
4 All are but parts of one stupendous 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'ethereal frame:
Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, 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;
He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all. 5 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, weakness, Heav'n bestows on thee.
Submit.-In this, or any other sphere,
Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear;
Sate 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 see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good;
And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite,
One truth is clear-WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT.POPE.
Confidence in Divine protection.
1 How are thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defence!
Eternal wisdom is their guide,
wheir help Omnipotence.
1 In ipla jgn realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,
Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt,
And breath'd in tainted air.
3 Thy mercy sweeten'd ev'ry soil,
Made ev'ry.region please ;
The hoary Alpine hills it warm’d,
And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.
4 Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
How, with affrighted eyes,
Thou saw'st the wide extended deep
In all its horrors rise !
5 Confusion dwelt in ev'ry face,
And fear in ev'ry heart,
When waves on waves, and gulfs in gults,
O’ercame the pilot's art.
6 Yet then, from all my griefs, O Lord!
Thy mercy set me free;
While in the confidence of pray’r,
My soul took hold on thee.
7 For tho’ in dreadful whirls we hung
High on the broken wave,
I knew thou wert not slow to hear,
Vor impotent to save.
8 The storm was laid, the winds retir’d,
Obedient to thy will;
The sea that roar'd at thy command,
At thy command was still.
9 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness I'll adore;
And praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.
10 My life, if thou preserve my life,
Thy sacrifice shall be;
And death, if death must be my doom,
Shall join my soul to thee.-ADDISON.
Hymn on a review of the seasons. 1 These, as they change, Almighty Father !
Are but the varied God. The rolling yea
Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing spring
Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love.
Wide flush the fields; the soft'ning air is baim;
Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles,
And ev'ry sense, and ev'ry heart is joy.
2 Then comes Thy glory in the summer months,
With light and heat refulgent. Then Thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year; And oft Thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks ; And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve,
By brooks and groves, in hollow-whisp’ring gales 9 Thy bounty shines in autumn unconfin'd,
And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
In winter, awful Thou! with clouds and storms
Around Thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest rolld,
Majestic darkness! On the whirlwind's wing,
Riding sublime, Thou bidst the world adore ;
And humblest nature with Thy northern blast. 4 Mysterious round! what skill, what force divine,
Deep felt, in these appear! a simple train,
Yet so delightful niix'd, with such kinu art,
Such beauty and beneficence combin'd;
Shade, inperceiv’d, so soft'ning into shade,
And all so forming an harmonious whole,
That as they still succeed, they ravish still.
5 But wand'ring oft, with brute unconscious gaze,
Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty hand
That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres :
Works in the secret deep; shoots, steaming, thence
The fair profusion that o'erspreads the spring;
Flings from the sun direct the flaming day;
Feeds every creature; hurls the tempest forth ;.
And, as on earth this grateful change revolves,
With transport touches all the springs of life. 9 Nature, attend ! join ev'ry living soul,
Benr th the spacious temple of the sky,
In adoration join ! and, ardent raise
One general song!
Ye, chief, for whom the whole creation, smiles,
Ato when the ml, the heart, and tongue of all,
Cro 7 For
forget the darling theme,
Whe hlossom blows; the summer ray
Russ the plain; inspiring autumn gleams;
Or winter rises in the black’ning east;
Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more,
And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat!
8 Should frte command me to the farthest verge
Of the green earth, to distant barb'rous climes,
Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun
Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam
Flames on th' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me;
Since God is ever present, ever felt,
In the void waste as in the city full;
And where he vital breathes there must be joy. 9 When e'en at last the solemn hour shall come,
And wing my mystic flight to future worlds,
I cheerful will obey; there, with new pow'rs,
Will rising wonders sing : I cannot go
Where UNIVERSAL LOVE not smiles around,
Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns ;
From seeming evil still educing good,
And better thence again, and better still,
In infinite progression. But I lose
Myself in hin, in light ineffable!
Come then, expressive silence, muse his praise.
On solitude. 1 0 solitude, romantic maid !
Whether by nodding towers you tread,
Or haunt the desert's trackless gloom,
Or hover o'er the yawning tomb,
Or climb the Andes' clisted side,
Or by the Nile's coy source abide,
Or, starting from your half-year's sleep,
From Hecla view the thawing deep,
Or, at the purple dawn of day,
Tadmor's marble waste survey ;,
You, recluse, again I woo,
And again your steps p
father! 2 Plum'd conceit himself surve
Folly with her shadow playing, spring
Purse-proud elbowing insolence,
Bloated empiric, puff'd pretence,
Noise that through a trumpet speaks,
Laughter in loud peals that breaks,
Intrusion, with a fopling's face,
(Ignorant of time and place)
Sparks of fire dissention blowing,
Ductile, court-hred flattery bowing,
Restraint's stiff neck, grimace’s leer,
Squint-ey'd censure's artful sneer,
Ambition's buskins, steep'd in blood,
Fly thy presence, Solitude !
3 Sage reflection, bent with years,
Conscious virtue, void of fears,
Níutlled silence, wood-nymph shy,
Meditation's piercing eye,
Halcyon peace on moss reclin'd,
Retrospect that scans the mind,
Rapt earth-pazing revery,
Blushing amliss modesty,
Health that snuffs the inornir, air,
Full-ey'd truth with bosom hare,