And for this land of trifles those too strong 70 75 80 85 Were man to live coeval with the Sun, The patriarch-pupil would be learning still, Yet, dying, leave his lesson half-unlearn'd. Men perish in advance, as if the Sun Should set ere noon, in eastern occans drown'd; 90 Why thrown aside thy masterpiece half-wrought, 95 Nor reach what reach he might, why die in dread › Why cursed with foresight? wise to misery? Why of his proud prerogative the prey? Why less preeminent in rank than pain? His immortality alone can tell ; Full ample fund to balance all amiss, 100 That darkest of enigmas, human hope; 105 110 That wish accomplish'd, why the grave of bliss ?— 115 Lies all that man with ardour should pursue ; And He who made him bent him to the right. Man's heart the' Almighty to the future sets, By secret and inviolable springs; -120 And makes his hope his sublunary joy. Man's heart eats all things, and is hungry still; 125 "More, more!' the glutton cries: for something new 130 Old Rome consulted birds: Lorenzo! thou With more success the flight of Hope survey, Of restless Hope for ever on the wing. High perch'd o'er every thought that falcon sits, 135 And never stooping, but to mount again Next moment, she betrays her aim's mistake, And owns her quarry lodged beyond the grave 140 Virtue 13 true self-interest pursued ; 145 Whence self-applause? from conscience of the right; And what is right, but means of happiness? 151 Is weak, with rank knight-errantries o'errun. Why beats thy bosom with illustrious dreams Of gallant enterprise, and glorious death? 160 Die for thy country?-thou romantic fool! Seize, seize the plank thyself, and let her sink. If, with thy blood, thy final hope is spilt? Nor is it disobedience. Know, Lorenzo! 165 Whate'er the' Almighty's subsequent command, 175 180 Why to be good in vain is man betray'd? 185 190 Since virtue sometimes ruins us on earth, Or both are true, or man survives the grave. Or man survives the grave; or own, Lorenzo, Thy boast supreme a wild absurdity. Dauntless thy spirit, cowards are thy scorn. 195 Grant man immortal, and thy scorn is just. The man immortal, rationally brave, Dares rush on death-because he cannot die! But if man loses all when life is lost, He lives a coward, or a fool expires. 200 A daring Infidel (and such there are, From pride, example, lucre, rage, revenge, Or pure heroical defect of thought) Of all earth's madmen most deserves a chain. When to the grave we follow the renown'd 205 For valour, virtue, science, all we love, And all we praise; for worth, whose noontide beam, Enabling us to think in higher style, Mends our ideas of ethereal powers; Dream we, that lustre of the moral world 210 Goes out in stench, and rottenness the close? Why was he wise to know, and warm to praise, And strenuous to transcribe, in human life, The Mind Almighty? Could it be that Fate, Just when the lineaments began to shine, 215 And dawn the Deity, should snatch the draught, With night eternal blot it out, and give If human souls why not angelic too, Extinguish'd; and a solitary God, 220 O'er ghastly ruin frowning from his throne? From dust we disengage, or man mistakes; And there, where least his judgment fears a flaw. 225 Why not compassion'd too? if spirits die, 230 To make us but more wretched. Wisdom's eye And worth, so recompensed, new points their stings. 235 Weakness and vice the refuge of mankind. 'Has virtue, then, no joys?—Yes, joys dear bought. Talk ne'er so long in this imperfect state, Virtue and vice are at eternal war. 240 Virtue's a combat; and who fights for nought, The crown, the' unfading crown, her soul inspires; 'Tis that and that alone can countervail The body's treacheries and the world's assaults. On earth's poor pay our famish'd virtue dies; 250 In man the more we dive, the more we see Heaven's signet stamping an immortal make. Dive to the bottom of his soul, the base Sustaining all, what find we? knowledge, love! 255 |