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The joy unequall'd if its end it gain, Are given in vain, but what they seek And if it lose attended with no pain :
they find). Without satiety, though e'er so bless'd, Wise is her present; she connects in this And but more relish'd as the more dis- His greatest Virtue with his greatest tress'd;
Bliss; The broadest mirth unfeeling Folly | At once his own bright prospects to be
blest, Less pleasing far than Virtue's very And strongest motive to assist the rest. tears :
Self-love thus push'd to social, to di. Good, from each object, from each place vine, acquir'd,
Gives thee to make thy neighbor's bless. For ever exercis'd, yet never tir’d;
ing thine. Never elated while one man's oppress’d; Is this too little for the boundless heart? Never dejected while another's bless'd : Extend it, let thy enemies have part: And where no wants, no wishes can re- Grasp the whole worlds of Reason, Life, main,
and Sense, Since but to wish more Virtue is to gain. In one close system of Benevolence: See the sole bliss Heav'n could on all Happier as kinder, in whate'er degree, bestow !
And height of Bliss but height of Charity. Which who but feels can taste, but God loves from whole to parts: but thinks can know;
human soul Yet poor with fortune, and with learning Must rise from individual to the whole. blind,
Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to The bad must miss; the good, untaught, wake, will find :
As the small pebble stirs the peaceful Slave to no sect, who takes no private lake; road,
The centre mov'd, a circle straight sucBut looks through Nature, up to Nature's ceeds, God;
Another still, and still another spreads; Pursues that chain which links th’ im- Friend, parent, neighbor, first it will mense design,
embrace; Joins heaven and earth, and mortal and His country next; and next all human divine;
race; Sees, that no being any bliss can know, Wide and more wide th' o'erflowings of But touches some above,and some below; the mind Learns, from this union of the rising Take ev'ry creature in of ev'ry kind; whole,
Earth smiles around, with boundless The first, last purpose of the human soul; bounty blest, And knows where Faith, Law, Morals, And Heav'n beholds its image in his all began,
breast. All end in Love of God, and Love of Man. For him alone Hope leads from goal to goal,
ON HAPPINESS. And opens still, and opens on his soul; [From The Essay on Man, Book IV.] Till lengthen’d on to Faith, and uncon- O HAPPINESS! our being's end and aim! fined,
Good, Pleasure, Ease, Content! whatIt pours the bliss that fills up all the e'er thy name; mind.
That something still, which prompts th' He sees why Nature plants in man alone eternal sigh; Hope of known bliss, and Faith in bliss For which we bear to live, or dare to die; unknown
Which still so near us, yet beyond us (Nature, whose dictates to no other kind lies,
O’erlook'd, seen double by the fool, and And makes what Happiness we justly wise,
call Plant of celestial seed ! if dropp'd below, Subsist not in the good of one, but all. Say, in what mortal soil thou deign'st There's not a blessing individuals find, to grow?
But some way leans and hearkens to the Fair op'ning to some court's propitious shine,
No Bandit fierce, no Tyrant mad with Or deep with diamonds in the flaming pride, mine?
No cavern'd Hermit rests self-satisfied: Twined with the wreaths Parnassian Who most to shun or hate Mankind laurels yield,
pretend, Or reaped in iron harvests of the field? Seek an admirer, or would fix a friend : Where grows? where grows it not? Abstract what others feel, what others If vain our toil,
think, We ought to blame the culture, not the All pleasures sicken, and all glories sink : soil:
Each has his share; and who would Fix'd to no spot is happiness sincere,
more obtain 'Tis nowhere to be found, or ev'rywhere; Shall find the pleasure pays not half the 'Tis never to be bought, but always free, pain. And, fed from monarchs, St. John Order is Heav'n's first law; and this dwells with thee.
confess’d, Ask of the Learn’d the way, the Some are, and must be, greater than the Learn'd are blind,
rest; This bids to serve, and that to shun man- More rich, more wise: but who infers kind :
from hence Some place the bliss in action, some in That such are happier shocks all com
ease, Those call it Pleasure, and Contentment Heav'n to mankind impartial we confess, these :
If all are equal in their Happiness: Some, sunk to beasts, find pleasure end But mutual wants this
Happiness in pain,
increase; Some, swell’d to Gods, confess e'en virtue All Nature's diff'rence keeps all Nature's vain :
peace. Or indolent; to each extreme they fall, Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; To trust in ev'rything, or doubt of all. Bliss is the same in subject or in king; Who thus define it say they, more or less In who obtain defence, or who defend; Than this, that Happiness is Happiness? In him who is, or him who finds a friend: Take Nature's path, and mad Opinion's Heav'n breathes through ev'ry member leave,
of the whole All states can reach it, and all heads One common blessing, as one common conceive;
soul. Obvious her goods, in no extremes they But Fortune's gifts if each alike possessid, dwell;
And all were equal, must not all contest? There needs but thinking right, and If then to all men Happiness was meant, meaning well;
God in externals could not place ConAnd mourn our various portions as we tent. please,
Fortune her gifts may variously dis. Equal is common sense and common pose,
And these be happy call’d, unhappy Remember, Man,“ The Universal Cause those; Acts not by partial, but by gen’ral But Heav'n's just balance equal will ap. laws;"
While those are placed in Hope, and | Fame but from death a villain's name these in Fear;
can save, Not present good or ill, the joy or curse, As justice tears his body from the grave; But future views of better or of worse. When what t oblivion better were reO, sons of earth, attempt ye still to rise, sign'd, By mountains pild on mountains, to the Is hung on high to poison half mankin«. skies?
All fame is foreign, but of true desert; Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil Plays round the head, but comes not to surveys,
the heart : And buries madmen in the heaps they One self-approving hour whole years raise.
outweighs Know, all the good that individuals Of stupid starers, and of loud huzzas; find,
And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels Or God and Nature meant to mere man- Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels.
kind, Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of
sense, Lie in three words, Health, Peace, and THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS Competence.
Quit, oh quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, What's fame? a fancy'd life in others' Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying ! breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
And let me languish into life. Just what you hear, you have; and Hark! they whisper; angels say, what's unknown,
“Sister spirit, come away.”. The same(mylord) ifTully's, or your own. What is this absorbs me quite ? All that we feel of it begins and ends
Steals my senses, shuts my sight, In the small circle of our foes or friends; Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? To all beside as much an empty shade
Tell me, my soul, can this be death? An Eugene living as a Cæsar dead; Alike or when, or where, they shone, or The world recedes; it disappears!. shine,
Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears Or on the Rubicon, or on the Rhine.
With sounds seraphic ring: A wit's a feather, and a chief's a rod; Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly! An honest man's the noblest work of O Grave! where is thy victory? God.
O Death! where is thy sting?
1699-1746. . [ROBERT Blair was born at Edinburgh in 1699. He became a minister, and was presented to the living of Athelstaneford in Haddingtonshire, where most of his life was passed. He died there in 1746. The Grave was published at Edinburgh in 1743.]
OFT IN THE LONE CHURCH-YARD. OFT, in the lone church-yard at night | By glimpse of moon-shine chequering
through the trees,
The school-boy with his satchel in his
BEAUTY IN THE GRAVE. hand,
BEAUTY Whistling aloud to bear his courage up,
- thou pretty plaything, dear And lightly tripping o'er the long flat
That steals so softly o'er the stripling's stones, (With nettles skirted, and with moss
And gives it a new pulse, unknown be That tell in homely phrase who lie below.
fore, Sudden he starts, and hears, or thinks
The grave discredits thee: thy charms he hears,
expung’d, The sound of something purring at his Thy roses faded, and thy lilies soil'd, heels;
What hast thou more to boast of? Will Full fast he flies, and dares not look
thy lovers behind him,
Flock round thee now, to gaze and do Till out of breath he overtakes his fel.
thee homage? lows;
Methinks I see thee with thy head low Who gather round, and wonder at the
Whilst surfeited upon thy damask cheek Of horrid apparition, tall and ghastly,
The high-fed worm, in lazy volumes That walks at dead of night, or takes his
Riots unscared. — For this, was all thy O’er some new-open'd grave;
caution? (strange to tell!)
For this, thy painful labors at thy glass? Evanishes at crowing of the cock.
T'improve those charms, and keep them
in repair, For which the spoiler thanks thee not.
Coarse fare and carrion please thee full THE GRAVE.
as well, DULL grave! thou spoil'st the dance of
And leave as keen a relish on the sense. youthful blood,
Look how the fair one weeps ! — the Strik'st out the dimple from the cheek
conscious tears of mirth,
Stand thick as dew-drops on the bells of And ev'ry smirking feature from the
flowers : face;
Honest effusion! the swoll'n heart in Branding our laughter with the name of
Works hard to put a gloss on its distress. Where are the jesters now? the men of
health Complexionally pleasant ? Where the droll,
STRENGTH IN THE GRAVE. Whose ev'ry look and gesture was a joke
STRENGTH too - thou surly, and less To chapping theatres and shouting
gentle boast crowds,
Of those that loud laugh at the village And made ev'n thick-lipp'd musing ring; melancholy
A fit of common sickness pulls thee To gather up her face into a smile
down Before she was aware? Ah! sullen With greater ease, than e'er thou didst now,
the stripling And dumb as the green turf that covers That rashly dared thee to th' unequai them.
What groan was that I heard? — deep Mad with his pain! Eager he catches
hold With anguish heavy laden; let me trace Of what comes next to hand, and grasps
it hard, From yonder bed it comes, where the Just like a creature drowning; hideous strong man,
sight! By stronger arm belabor'd, gasps for Oh! how his eyes stand out, and stare breath
full ghastly! Like a hard-hunted beast. How his While the distemper's rank and deadly
great heart Beats thick! his roomy chest by far too Shoots like a burning arrow cross his scant
bowels, To give the lungs full play. – What now And drinks his marrow up. — Heard you avail
that groan? The strong-built sinewy limbs, and well- It was his last. See how the great spread shoulders;
Goliah, See how he tugs for life, and lays about Just like a child that brawl'd itself to rest, him,
1700–1748. (JAMES THOMSON was born at Ednam in Roxburghshire on the 11th of September, 1700,
and died at Kew on the 27th of August, 1748. His first published work, Winter, appeared in 1726. The next year, Summer, Britannia, and a few minor poems followed. Spring was not published till 1728, and Autumn in 1730 completed The Seasons. Sophonisba, the first of several dramas, appeared in the same year as Spring. The first three parts or cantos of Liberty were given to the world in 1735, the two last in 1737. The Castle of Indolence appeared in 1746, two years before Thomson's death.] A SNOW SCENE.
Put on their winter-robe of purest
white. [From Winter.]
'Tis brightness all; save where the new THE keener tempests come: and fuming snow melts dun
Along the mazy current.
Low, the From all the livid east, or piercing woods north,
Bow their hoar head; and, ere the lanThick clouds ascend
guid sun cious womb
Faint from the west emits his evening A vapory deluge lies, to snow congealed. ray, Heavy they roll their fleecy world along; Earth's universal face, deep-hid and And the sky saddens with the gathered chill, storm.
Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries Through the hushed air the whitening wide shower descends,
The works of man.
Drooping, the At first thin wavering; till at last the laborer-ox flakes
Stands covered o'er with snow, and then Fall broad, and wide, and fast, dimming demands the day
The fruit of all his toil. The fowls of With a continual flow. The cherished heaven, fields
Tamed by the cruel season, crowd around
in whose capa