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The only point where human bliss stands still,
See the sole bliss Heaven could on all bestow!
For him alone Hope leads from goal to goal, And
opens still and opens on his soul, Till lengthen’d on to Faith, and unconfined, It pours the bliss that fills up all the mind.
He sees why Nature plants in man alone
Self-love thus push'd to social, to divine,
God loves from whole to parts: but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next, and next all human race; Wide and more wide, the' o'erflowings of the mind Take
every creature in of every kind: Earth smiles around, with boundless bounty bless'd, And Heaven beholds its image in his breast.
Come then, my friend! my genius! come along; O master of the poet and the song ! And wbile the Muse now stoops, or now ascends, To man's low passions, or their glorious ends, Teach me, like thee, in various nature wise, To fall with dignity, with temper rise;
Form’d by thy converse, happily to steer
from lively to severe;
little bark attendant sail, Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale? When statesmen, heroes, kings, in dust repose, Whose sons shall blush their fathers were thy foes, Shall then this verse to future age pretend Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend? That, urged by thee, I turn’d the tuneful art From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart; For Wit's false mirror held
Nature's light, Show'd erring Pride-whatever is, is right; That reason, passion, answer one great ạim; That true self-love and social are the same; That virtue only makes our bliss below, And all our knowledge is-ourselves to know,
DEO OPT. MAX.
FATHER of all! in every age,
In every clime, adored,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !
Thou great First Cause, least understood;
Who all my sense confined
And that myself am blind;
Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
To see the good from ill;
Left free the human will.
What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do;
That more than Heaven pursue.
What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away;
To' enjoy is to obey.
Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound,
When thousand worlds are round,
Let not this weak unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land
On each I judge thy foe.
If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, O teach my
heart To find that better way.
Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see :
I to others show,
show to me.
Mean though I am, not wholly so,
Since quicken'd by thy breath: O lead me, wheresoe'er I
go, Through this day's life or death!
This day be bread and peace my lot:
All else beneath the sun Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not,
And let thy will be done.
To Thee, whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies! One chorus let all being raise!
All Nature's incense rise!