Heav'n ftill with laughter the vain toil surveys, Thou Great First Caufe, leaft understood, Who all my fenfe confin'd To know but this, that thou art good, Yet gave me, in this dark eftate, What confcience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heav'n pursue. What bleffings thy free bounty gives For God is paid when man receives, Yet not to earth's contracted span Let not this weak, unknowing hand And deal damnation round the land If I am right, thy grace impart If I am wrong, oh teach my heart 1 Save me alike from foolish pride, At aught thy wisdom has denied Or aught thy goodness lent. Teach me to feel anothers woe, To hide the fault I fee: That mercy I to others show, Mean though I am, not wholly fa, Through this day's life or death. This day, be bread and peace my lot: Thou know'ft if beft beftow'd or pot, To Thee, whofe temple is all space, A UNIVERSAL ORDER. BY THE SAME. LL are but parts of one ftupend us whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the foul: That chang'd thro' all, and yet in the all fame, Great in the earth, as in the etherial frame Warms in the fun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the ftars, and bloffoms in the trees; Breathes in our foul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in vile man man that mourns, Ceafe then, nor Order imperfection name: Secure to be as bleft as thou canft bear: All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; And, fpite of pride, in erring reason's spite, ELEGY H TO PITY. AIL, lovely Power! whose bosom heaves a figh, When Fancy paints the fcene of deep diftrefs; Whofe tears fpontaneous chryftalize the eye, When rigid Fate denies the power to bless. Not all the fweets Arabia's gales convey From flowery meads can with that figh compare: Not dew drops glittering in the morning ray, Seem near fo beauteous as that falling tear. Devoid of fear the fawns around thee play; Come, lovely nymph' and range the mead with me, |