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KNOW thott this truth (enough for man to know) ft Virtue alone is happiness below." The only point where human bliss stands stil!. And tastes the good without he fall to ill; Where only Merit constant pay receives, Is blest in what it takes, and what it gives; The joy unequall'd if it? end it gain, And if to lose, attended with no pain j Without satiety, thor e'er so bless'd, And but more relish'd, as the more distress'd: The broadest mirth unfeeling Folly wears, Less pleasing far than Virtue's very tears: Good, from each object, from each place acquir'd, For ever exercis'd, yet never tir'd; Never elated, while one man's oppress'd; Never dejected, while another's blesa'd j And where no wants, no wishes can remain, Since but to wish more Virtue, is to gain.
See the sole bliss He3v'n could on all bestow! Which who but feels can taste, but thinks can know: Yet poor wkh fortune, and with learning blind, The bad must miss ; the good,, untaught, will find; Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks thro* Nature, up to Nature's God: Pursues that Claim whjch links th' immense design, Joins heav'n and earth, and mortal and divine j Sees, that no Being any bliss can know, But touches some above, and some below; Learns, from this union of the rising Whole,, The first, last purpose of the human soul j And knows where Faith, Law, Morals, all AH end in Love af God, and Love of Man.
l?or him alone, Hope leads from goal to goal,
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 mov'd a circle strait 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, th' overflowings of the mind Take ev'ry creature in of-ev'ry kind; Earth smiles around, with boundless bounty blest, And Heav'n beholds its image iu his breast.
M 2 •. Pope.
MANY by Numbers judge a Poet's song;
These equal syllables alone require,
But when loud surges lash the sounding shore,
The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar r
When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw.
The line too labours, and the words move slow;
Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain,
Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Hear how Timotheus' vary'd lays surprise,
And bid alternate passions fall and rise!
While, .at each change, the son of Libyan Jove
Now burns with glory, and then melts with love ;.
Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow,
Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow:
Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found,
And the World's victor stood subdued by Sound f
LESSONS OF WISDOM.
HOW to live happiest; how avoid the pains,
Vers'd in the woes and vanities of life, He pitied man: and much he pitied those Whom falsely-smiling fate has curs'd with means To dissipate their days in quest of joy. Our aim is Happiness; 'tis yours, 'tis mine, He said, 'tis the pursuit of all that live; Yet few attain it, if 'twas e'er attain'd. But they the wildest wander from the mark, Who thro* the flow'ry paths of saunt'ring Joy Seek this coy Goddess; that from stage to stage Invites us still, but shifts as we pursue, For, not to name the pains that pleasure brings To counterpoise itself, relentless Fate Forbids that we thro' gay voluptuous wilds Should ever roam : And were the Fates more kind Our narrow luxuries would soon be stale. Were those exhaustless, Nature would grow sick, And cloy'd with pleasure, squeamishly complain That all was vanity, and life a dream. Let nature rest: B..' busy for yourself, And for your friend; be busy even in vain, Rather than tea^e her sated appetites. Who never fasts, no banquet e'er enjoys; Who never toils or watches, never sleeps. Let nature rest: And when the taste of joy Grows keen, indulge; but shun satiety.
'Tis not for mortals always to be blest. But him the least the dull or painful hours Of life oppress, when sober Sense conducts, And Virt'-', thro' this labyrinth we tread. Virtue «i'.d Sense are one: and, trust me, he Who has not virtue is not truly wise. Virtue (for mere Good nature is a fool) Is sense and spirit, with humanity: Ti.. sometmes angry, and us frown confounds; *Tis cvt n vindictive, but in vengeance just. Xnaves iam wcuid laugh at it; sonic- great ones dare;