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• Know then this truth (enough for man to know) • Virtue alone is happiness below.'

310 The only point where human bliss stands still, And tastes the good without the fall to ill; Where only merit constant pay receives, Is blest in what it takes, and what it gives ; The joy unequalld, if its end it gain,

315 And if it lese, attended with no pain , Without satiety, though 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. 320 Good, from each object, from each place acquir’d, For ever exercis'd, yet never tir'd; Never elated, while no man's oppress’d; Never dejected, while another's bless’d : And where no wants, no wishes can remain, 325 Since but to wish more virtue, is to gain.

See ! the sole bliss Heav'n could on all bestow ; Which who but feels can taste, but thinks can know : Yet poor

with fortune, and with learning blind, The bad must miss ; the good, untaught, will find : Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, 331 But looks through nature up to nature's God ; Pursues that chain which links th' immense design, Joins heav'n and earih, and mortal and divine 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;
And knows, where faith, law, morals, all began,
All end, in Love of God, and Love of Man. 340

For him alone hope leads from goal to goal,
And opens still, and opens on his soul ;
Till lengthen’d on to faith, and unconfin'd,
It pours the bliss that fills up all the mind.
He sees, why nature plants in man alone

345 Hope of known bliss, and faith in bliss unknown ;

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(Nature, whose dictates to no other kind
Are giv'n in vain, but what they seek they find :)
Wise is her present ; she connects in this
His greatest virtue with his greatest bliss, 350
At once his own bright prospect to be blest,
And strongest motive to assist the rest.
Self-love thus push'd to social, to divine,
Gives thee to make thy neighbour's blessing thine.
Is this too little for the boundless heart :

Extend it, let thy enemies have part :
Grasp the whole worlds of reason, life, and sense,
In one close system of benevolence :
Happier as kinder, in whate’er degree,
And height of bliss but height of charity. 360
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 straight succeeds,

365 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’ o'erflowings of the mind Take ev'ry creature in, of ev'ry kind ;

370 Earth smiles around, with boundless bounty blest, And Heav'n beholds its image in his breast.

Come then, my Friend ! my Genius ! come along ; Oh master of the poet and the song! And while the muse now stoops, or now ascends, 375 To man's low passions, or their glorious ends, Teach me, like thee, in various nature wise, To fall with dignity, with temper rise ; Formd by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe :

380 Correct with spirit, eloquent with ease, Intent to reason, or polite to please. Oh! while along the stream of time thy name Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame;

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POPE'S ESSAY ON MAN. Say, shall my little bark, attendant sail, 385 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 : 390 That urg'd by thee, I turn’d the tuneful art, From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart ; For Wit's false mirror held up Nature's light; Show'd erring pride, whatever is, IS RIGHT ; That REASON, Passion, answer one great aim ; 395 That true SELF-LOVE and Social are the same ; That Virtue only makes our bliss below ; And all our knowledge is, OURSELVES TO KNOW.




FATHER of all I in ev'ry age,

In ev'ry clime ador'd,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !
Thou great first Cause, least understood ;

Who all my sense confin'd
To know but this, that thou art good,

And that myself am blind ;

Yet gave me, in this dark estate,

To see the good from ill : And, binding nalure fast in fate,

Left free the human will.

What conscience 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 blessings thy free bounty gives,

Let me not cast away ;
For God is paid when man receives,

T' enjoy is to obey.

Yet not to earth's contracted span

Thy goodness let me bound, Or think thee Lord alone of man,

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, oh teach my heart

To find that better way.;
Save me alike from foolish pride,

Or impious discontent,
At ought thy wisdom has denyid,

Or ought thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's woe ;

To hide the fault I see :
That mercy I to others show

show to me.
Mean tho' I am, not wholly so,

Since quicken’d by thy breath : Oh lead me wheresoe'er I go,

Through this day's life or deatk. This day, be bread and peace my

All else beneath the sun,
Tbou 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 !

That mercy

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