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God never meant that man should scale the
heav'ns By strides of human wisdom. In his works, Though wond'rous, he commands us in his word To seek him rather, where his mercy shines. The mind indeed, er:lighten'd from above, Views him in all; ascribes to the grand cause The grand effect; acknowledges with joy His manner, and with rapture tastes his style. But never yet did philosophic tube, That brings the planets home into the eye Of observation, and discovers, else Not visible; his family of worlds, Discover him that rules them; such a veil Hangs over mortal eyes, blind from the birth, And dark in things divine. Full often, too, Our wayward intellect, the more we learn Of nature, overlooks her author more; From instrumental causes proud to draw Conclusions retrograde, and mad mistake. But if his word once teach us, shoot a ray Through all the heart's dark chambers, and reveal Truths undiscern’d but by that holy light, Then all is plain: Philosophy, baptiz’d In the pure fountain of eternal love,
Has eyes indeed; and, viewing all she sees
All flesh is grass, and all its glory fades Like the fair flow'r dishevelld in the wind; Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream: The man we celebrate must find a tomb, And we that worship him ignoble graves. Nothing is proof against the gen'ral curse Of vanity, that seizes all below.
MAN scarce had ris'n, obedient to his call Who form’d him from the dust, his future grave, When he was crown'd as never king was since. God set the diadem
his head, And angel choirs attended. Wond'ring stood The new-made monarch, while before him pass’d, All happy, and all perfect in their kind, The creatures, summon’d from their various haunts To see their sov’reign, and confess his sway, Vast was his empire, absolute his pow'r, Or bounded only by a law, whose force 'Twas his sublimest privilege to feel And own the law of universal love.
The heart is hard in nature, and unfit
To love and friendship both, that is not pleas'&
heels, Starts to the voluntary race again; The very
kine that gambol at high noon, The total herd receiving first from one That leads the dance a summons to be gay, Though wild their strange vagaries, and uncouth Their efforts, yet resolv’d with one consent To give such act and utt'rance as they may To ecstacy too big to be suppress'dThese, and a thousand images of bliss, With which kind nature graces ev'ry scene, Where cruel man defeats not her design, Impart to the benevolent, who wish All that are capable of pleasure pleas'd,
A far superior happiness to their's,
In measure, as by force of instinct drawn,