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Could she thus act unless, sonic power un-Hence, without hopes to be in life repaid, known,

We plant slow oaks posterity to shade; From matter quite distinct and all her own, And hence vast yvrainids aspiring high Supported and impelld her? She approves Lift their proud heads aloft and rime deft. Self conscious, and condemns;she hates and loves, Illence is our love of fame; a love so strong..., Mourns and rejoices, hopes and is afraid, We think no dangers great, or labors long, Without the body's unrequested aid:

By which we hope our brings to extend, Her own internal strength her region guides; And to remorcst linics in glory to descend. By this shc no v compares things, now divides ; For fame the wreich beneath the gallows lieg. Truth's scatter'd fragments piece by piece collects, Disowning ev'ry crime for which he dies; Rejoins, and thence her edific erects;

Of life profuse, tenacious of a name, Piles arts on aris, effects to causes ties,

Fearless of death, and yet afraid of shame. And reais the aspiring fabric to the skies ; Nature has wove into the human mind From whence, as on a distant plain below, |This anxious care for names we leave behind, She sces from causes consequences flow,

T'extend our varrow view:s beyond the tonb, And the whole chain distinctly comprehends, and give an earnest of a life to come: Which from the Almighty's throne to earth de- For if wben dead we are but dus or clay, And lastly, turning inwardly her cyes, (scends: Why think of what postcriiy shall say? Perceives how all her own ideas rise :

Jlier praise or censure cannot us concern, Contemplates what she is, and whence she came, Nor ever penetrate the silcot urn. Andalmost comprehends herownamazing frame. What mean thic nodding plumes, the fun'ral Can mere machines be with such pow'rs endu'd, train, Orcorscious of those pow'rs, supposcthey cou'd: And marble monument that speaks in vain, For body is but a machine alone

With all those cores which ev'ry nation pays Mov'd byexternal force, and impulse not its own. To their un feeling dead in diff'rent ways!

Rate not the extension of the hunan mind Some in the flow'r-sırowngrarethe corpse have By the plebeian standard of mankind,

laid, But by the size of those gigantic few

And annual obsequies around it paid, Whom Greece and Romne still offer to our view, As if to please the poor departed'shade; Or Britain, well-deserving equal praise, Others on blazing piles the body burn, Parent of heroes too in better days.

land store their ashes in their faithful urn; Why should I try her nuinerous sons to name, But all on one great principle agree, By verse, law, eloquence, consign'd to fame; To give a fancy'd immortality. Or who have forc'd fair Science into sight, Why should I mention thosi, whose nozy soil Long lost in darkness and afraid of light: Is renderid fertile loy the o’crilowing Nile? O'er all-superior, like the solar ray,

Their dead they buy not, nor burn with fires, First Bacon usher'd in the dawning day, No grare's the dig, croci no fun’ral pires; And drove the mists of sophistry away ; ) But, washing, first thi en bowell boily clcail, Pervaded nature with amazing force,

Gums, spice, and mclio pitch they pour within; Following experience still throughout his course; Than with strong fillets bind it mund and round, And finishing at length his destin'd way, [dav. To make cach flaccid part compact and sound; To Newton he bequeath'd the radiant lamp of land lastly paint the varnish'd surface o'er

Illustrious souls! if any tender cares With these same features which in life it wore: Affect angelic breasts for Man's affairs ; So strong their presage of a future state, If in your present happy heav'nly state, And that our nobler part survives the body's fate. You're not regardless quite of Britain's fate, Nations belold, rerriote from Reason's beans, Let this degenerate land again be blest

Where Is lian Ganges rolls his sandy strcamis, With that true vigor which she once possess d; of life impatient rush into the fir', Compcl us to unfold her slumb'ring eyes, And willing victims to their gous expire! And to her antient dignity to rise.

Persuaded the loos'd soul to regions thics, Such wond'rous pow'rs as these must sure be giv'n Blest with eternal spring, and cloudless skies.. For most important purposes by Heav'n;

Nor is less faind the oriental wife Who bids these stars as bright exainples shine, For stedfast virtue and contempt of life: Besprinkled thinly by the hand divine,

These heroines mourn not with lond female eriez To form to virtue cach degenerate time, . 'Their hushands lost, or with o'crflowing cycs; And point out to the soul its origin sublime. But, strange to tell! their funcral piles ascend, That there's a self which after death shall live, And in the same sad flames their sorrows.end; All are conceru'd about, and all believe; In hopes with them beneath the shades to rore, That something's ours, when we from life depart, And there renew their interrupted love. This all conceire, all feel it at the heart;

In climes where Boreas breaihes eternal cold, The wise of learn’d antiquity proclaim

See num'rous nations, warlike, fierce, and bold, This truth, the public voice declares the same; \To battle all unanimously run, No land so rude but looks beyond the tomb. Nor fire, nor sword, nor instant death they For future prospects in a world to come.



Whence this disdain of life in ev'ry breast, 1 Of like materials were they both compos'd,
But from a notion on their minds imprest, How comes it that the mind, when sleep has clusd
That all who for their country die, are blest ? ) Each avenue of sense, expatiates wide,
Add too to these the once-prevailing dreams Her liberty restor’d, her bonds unty'd ;
Of sweet Elysian groves, and Stygian streams; And like some bird who froin its prison flice,
All show with what consent mankind agree Clasps her exulting wings, and mounts the skics:
In the firm hope of Immortality.

Grant that corporeal is the human mind,
Grant these inventions of the crafty-priest, It must have parts in infinitum join'd;
Yet such inventions never could subsist, And ench of these must will, perceive, design,
Valess some glimmerings of a future state And draw confus’dly in a diff'rent line;
Were with the mind coeval, and innate ; Which then cau claim dominion o'er the rest,
For ev'ry fiction which can long persuade, Or stamp the ruling passion in the breast?
In truth must have its first foundations laid. Perhaps the mind is form'd by various arts
Because we are unable to conceive

of modelling and figuring these parts; How uncinbody'd souls can act, and live, Just as if circles wiser were than squares : The vulgargive them forms, and limbs, and faces, But surely common sense aloud declares And habitations in peculiar places :

That site and figure are as foreign quite Hence reas'ners more refin'd, but not more wise, From mental pow'rs, as colors black or white, Struck with the glare of such absurdities,

Allow that motion is the cause of thought, Their whole existence fabulous suspect, With what strange pow'rs inust motion then be And truth and falsehood in a lump reject;

fraught! Too indolent to learn what may be known, Reason, sense, science, must derire their source, Or else ton proud that ignorance to own From the wheel's rapid whirl, or pulley's force; For harri 's the task the danbing to pervade · Tops whipp'd by school-boys sages must comFolly on Frand on Truth's fair form have laid: mence, Yet let that task be ours; for great the prize ;2 Their hoops, like them, be cudgeld into sense, Vor let us Truth's celestial charins despise, And boiling pots o'erflow with eloquence. I Because that priests or poets may disguise. Whence can this very motion take its birth?

That there's a God,fromNature's voiceisclcar; Not sure from matter, from dull clods of earth; And vet what errors to this truth adhere! But from a living spirit lodg'd within, How have the fears and follies of mankind . Which governs all the bodily machine: Now niultiplu'd their gods, and now subjoind Just as th' Almighty Universal Soul To ench the frailties of the human mind! Informs, directs, and animates the whole. Nav, superstition spread at length so wide, Cease then to wonder how th’immortal mind Beasts, birds, and onions too, were deify'd. Can live, when from the body quite disjoin'd;

Thi Athenian sage, revolving in his mind But rather wonder, if she c'er could die, This weakness, blindness, madness of mankind, So fram’d, so fashion't for eternity : Foretold, that in maturer days, tho' late, Self-mor’d, not formi'd of parts together tv'd. When Time should ripen the decrees of Fate, Which time can dissipate, and force divide; Some God would light us, like the rising day, For beings of this mak can never die, Thru' error's maze, andchase these clouds away. Whose pow'rs within themselves and their own Long since has Time fulfill'd this great decree,

essence lie. And brought us aid from this Divinity,

If to conceive how any thing can be
Well worth our search discoveries may be made From shape extracted and locality
Bu Vature, void of this celestial aid :

Is hard ; what think you of the Deity?' . Let's try what her conjectures then can reach, (His Being not the least relation bears, Vorscorn plain Reason, when she deigns to teach. As far as to the human inind appears,

That mind and body often sympathise, To shape or size, similitude or place, Is plain; such is this union Nature ties : Cloth'd in no form, and bounded by no space." But then as often 100 they disagree,

Such then is Goil, a Spirit pure, refin'd Which proves the soul's superior progeny. From all material druss; and such the human Sometimes the body in full strength we lind,

mind. Whilst various ails debilitate the mind; For in what part of essence can we see At others, whilst the mind its force retains, More certain marks of Immortality?

Ev'n from this dark continerent with delight Now did one common fate their beings end, She looks abroad, and prunes herself for fight; Alike they'd sicken, and alike they 'd mend. Like an unwilling inmate longs to roam But sure experience, on the slightest view, From this dull earth, and seek her native Shows us, that the reverse of this is true;

home. For when the body oft'expiring lies,

Go then, forgetful of its toil and strife, Its limbs quite senseless, and half clos'd its eyes, Pursue the joys of this fallacious life; The mind new force and eloquence acquires, Like some poor fly, who lives but for a day, 7 And with prophetic voice the dying lips in. Sip the fresh dews, and in the sunshine play', spit es. And into nothing then dissolve away.



Are these our great pursuits ? Is this to live? | The wretched privilege daily to deplore These all the hopes this much-lov'd world can The fun'rals of our friends, who go before;

Diseases, pains, anxieties, and cares, How much more worthy envy is their fate, And age surrounded with a thousand snares. Who search for truth in a superior state!

But whither, hurry'd by a gen'rous scorn Not groping step by step, as we pursue, JOf this vain world, ah whither am I borne, And following Reason's inuch entangled clue, Let's not unbid th' Almighty's standard quit; But with one great and instantaneous vicw. Howe'er severe our post, we must subinit.

But how can sense remain, perhaps you'll say, Could I a firm persuasion once attain, Corporcal organs it we take away?

(That after death no being would remain ; Since it from them proceeds, and with them(To those dark shades I'd willingly descend, must decay.

Where all must sleer, this drama at an end, Why not? or wliy may not the soul receive Vor lite accept, altho' renewid by Fate New organs, since evii art can these retrieve? Evin from its earliest and its happiest state. The silver trumpet aid, thi' obstructed ear, | Might I from Fortune's bounieous hand receive And optic glasses the dim eye can clear; Each boon, each blessing in her pow'r to give, These in mankind new faculties create, Genius and science, inorals and good sense,, And lift lim far above his native state, Unemy'd honors, wit, and eloquence; Coll down revolving planets from olie sky, A num'rous offspring to the world well known Earth's secret treasures open to his eye,

Both for paternal virtues, and their own; The whole minute creation make his own, Ez'n at this mighty price I'd not be bound With all the wonders of a workl unknown. To tread the same dull circle round and round;

How could the mind, vid she alone depend the soul requires enjoyments more sublime, On sense, the errors of those wense's loend? By space unbounded, undestroy'd by time. Yet oft, we see, those sensus she corrects, i And oft their information quite reject,

BOOK II. In distances of things, their shapes, and size, 1 God then tlıro' all creation gives, we find, Our reason judges better than our ese's. Suihicient marks of an indulgent mind, Declares not this the soul's pre-eininence Excepting in ourselves; ourselves of all Superior to, and quite distinct from sense? His works the chief on this terrestrial ball, For sure 'tis likely, that, since now ev bigh His own bright image, who alone unblest Clogg’d and unfledg'll she dares her wings to try, Feel ils perpetual, lappy all the rest. Loosd and mature she shall her stringth display, But liold, presiunpluvus! charge not Heav'n's And soar at length to Truth's refulgent ray.

decree Inquire you how these pow'rs we shall aitain, / With such injustice, such partiality. "Tis not for us to know; our search is vain : Yet true it is, survey we late around, Can any now remember or relate

Whole hosts of ills on irry side are found; How he existed in the embryo state!

Who wound not here and there by chance a foe, Or one from birth insensible of day

But at the species reditate ile biow. Conceive ideas of the solar ray?

What millions perish by tach urher's hands. That light's deny'd to him, which others see, In Var's riesce luge! or by the dread commands He knows, perhaps you 'll say, - and so do we. Oftyrants languish out iheir lives in chains,

The inind coniemplative tinds noibirg here Or lose them in variety of pains! On earth that's worthy of a wisdi or leur: What nunburspinchid bvirant and hunger die, He whosc sublime pursuit is God and truth, In spite of Vazurca liberality! Burns, like some absent and iinpaticnt youth, (Thosc, still more new'rous, I to name disdain, To join the object of his warm desires; Brlewiness and intemperance justly slain) Thence to sequester'd shades and streams retires, What numbers guideas of their own disease, And there delighis his passion to rehearse Are sna chu by sudden death, or waste by slow In Wislom's sacred voice or in harmonious versc. degrees!

To me inost happy therefore he appears, 1 Where then is Virtue's well-reserv'd reward? Who having once, unmor'd by hopes or fears, Let's pay 10 Virtue ev'ry due regard ; Survey'd thissun, earth, ocean, clouds, and Name, Thai she enables inan, let us confess, Well satisfy d relurns from whence he came. To bear those evils which she can't redress, Is life an hundred years, or e'er so few,

Gives hope and conscious peace, and can assuage 'Tis repetition all, and nothing new;

Th'impetuous tempests both of last and rage; A fair, where thousands meet, but none can stay; Yet slic's a guard so far from being sure, An inn, where travellers bait, then post away ; That oft her friends peculiar ills endure: A sca, where man perpetually is tost,

Where vice prerails severest is their fate, Now plung'd in business, now in trifles lost: Tyrants pursue them with a three-fold hate : Who leave it first, the peaceful port first gain; How many struggling in their country's cause, Hold then ! nor farther launch into the main ! And from their country meriting applause, Contract your sails; life nothing can bestow Have fall'o by wretches fond to be enslavid, By 'long continuance, but continued woe; And perish'd by the hands themselves had sav'd! Soon as superior worth appears in view, Roast him, or flay him, break him on the wheel, See knaves and fools united to pursue !


Retract he will not, tho' he can 't but feel :


And enry's pois' nous tooth attacks his fame : Woat inen? An inconvenience 'tis, he'll own:
Should he ai length, so truly good and great, What vigor, health, and beauty are these good ?
Prevail, and rule with honest views the state, No; they may be accepted, not pursued :
Then must he toil for an ungrateful race, Absurd to squabble thus about a name, (same.
Subinit to clanor, libels, and disgrace, Quibbling with diff'rent words that mean the
Threatend, oppos'd, defeated in his ends, Stoic, were you not frain'd of flesh and blood,
By foes seditious, and aspiring friends.

You might be blest without external good ;
Hear this, and treinble! all who would be great, But know, be self sutficient as you can,
Yet know not what attends that danz'rous You are not spirit quite, but frailand mortal man.
wretched state.

But since these sages, so absurdly wise, Is private life froin all these evils free? Vainly pretend enjoyments to despise, Vice of all kinds, rage, envy, there we see, Because externals, and in Fortune's pow'r, Deceit, that friendship's mask insidious wears, Now mine, now thine, the blessings of an hour ; Quarrels, and feuds, and laws entangling snares Whyvalue,then, that strength of mind they boast,

But there are pleasures still in human life, As often varying, and as quickly lost ? Domestic ease, a tender loving wite,

A head-ach huris it, or a rainy day, Children whose dawning smiles your heart en- ' And a slow lever wipes it quite away. Chand

Seeone *whose councils,onet whose congu'ring The grace and comfort of soft-siealing age: 'Once sav'd Britannia's almost sinking land, Whappiness exists, 'lis surely here;

Examples of the mind's extensive pow'r;
but are these joys exempt from care and fear? Examples too how quickly fades that flow'r.
Need I the miseries of that state declare, Himn let me add, whom laie we saw excel
When diff'rent passions draw the wedded pair? In each politer kind of writing well;
Or say how hard those passions to discern, Whether he strove our follies to expose
Ere the die 's cast, and 'tis too late to learn ? In easy verse, or droll and hum'rous prose ;
Who can insure, that what is right, and good, Few years, alas! compel his throne io quit
These children shall pursue? or if they should, This mighty monarch o'er the realms of wit;
Death comes when least you fear so black a day, See self-surviving he 's an idiot grown!
And all your blooming hopes are snatch'd away. A melancholy proof our parts are not our own.

We say not that these ills from Virtue fiow; Thy tenets, Stoic, yet we may forgive,
Did her wise precepts rule the world, we know If in a future state we cease to live.
The golden ages would again begin;

For here the virtuous suffer inuch, 'tis plain ; But 'tis our lot in this to suffer, and to sin. If pain is evil, this must God arraign;

Observing this, some sages have decreed And on this principle confess we inust,
That all things from two causes inust proceed, Pain can no evil be, or God must be unjust.
Two principles with equal pow'r endu'd, 1 Blind man! whose reason such strait bounds
This wholly evil, that supremely good.

confine, From this arise the miseries we endure, | That cre it touches Truth's extremest line, Whilst that administers a friendly cure ;

It stops amaz'd, and quits the great design. Hence life is chequer'd still with bliss and woe, Own you not, Stoic, God is just and true? Hence tares with golden crops promiscuous grow, Dare to proceed ; secure this path pursue : . And pois nous serpents make their dread repose 'Twill soon conduct you far beyond the tomb, Beneath the covert of the fragrant rose. : To future justice, and a life to come. Can such a system satisfy the mind ?

This path, you say, is hid in endless night; Are both these gods in equal pow'r conjoin'd, 'Tis self-conceit alone obstructs your sight; Or one superior? Equal if you say,

You stop ere half your destin'd course is run, Chaos returns, since neither will obey : And triumph when the conquest is not won : Is one superior? good or ill must reign, By this the Sophists were of old misled; bred ! Eternal joy or everlasting pain:

See what a nonstrous race froin one inisiake is Which e'er is conquer'd must entirely yield, Hear then my argument:--Confess we must, And the victorious god enjoy the field : JA God there is, supremely wise and just : Hence with these fictions of the Magi's brain? If so, however things affect our sight, Hence cozy Nile, with all her monstrous train! | As sings our bard, achatever is, is right,

Or comes the Stoic nearer to the right? But is it right, what here so oft appears, He holds, that whatsoever viclds delight, That Vice should iriuinyh, Virtue sink ic tears? Wealth, fame, externals all, are useless things. The inference then thai closes this debate, Himself half-starving happier far chan kings. I<, that there must exist a future state. "Tis fine indeed to be so wond'rous wise ! The wise, extending their inquiries wide, By the same reasoning too he pain denies; See how both states are by connexion ty'd ;

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Fools view but part, and not the whole survey, I And are we free from errorand distress,
So crowd existence all into a day. i

(Whom Hear'n with clearer light has pleas'd io Hence are they led to hope, but hope in vain,

bless? That Justice never will resume her reign; Whom true Religion leads ? (for she but leads On this vain hope adulterers, thieves rely, | By soft persuasion, not by force proceeds ;) And to this altar vile assasins fly.

Beliold how we avoid this radiant sun, “ But rules not God by general law's divine : This proffer'd guide how obstinately shun, Man's vice or virtue change not the design :" And after Sophistry's vain systems run! What laws are these? Instruct us if you can : For these as for essentials we engare There's one design d for brutes, and one for man, in wars and massacres with holy rage ; Another guides inactive matter's course, Brothers by brothers' impiouis hands are slain, Attracting, and attracted by its force :

Mistaken Zcal, hay sarige is thy reign! llence mutual gravity subsists between

Unpunish'd vices here so much abound, Far distant worlds, and ties the vast inachine. All right and wrong, all order they coufouml;

The laws of life, why need I call to mind, These are the giants who the gods defy, Obey'd by birds and beasts of ev'ry kind ; And mountains heap on mountains to the sky: By all the sandy desart's savage broods

Sees this the Almighty Judge, or seeing spares, And all the num'rous offspring of the food ? And deems the crimes of Man beneath his cares? Of these, none uncontrol'd and lawless rove, He sees; and will at last rewards bestow, But to some destin'd end spontaneous move; | And punishments, not less assurd for being slow. Led by that instinct Hear'n itself inspires, Nor doubt I, tho' this state confus' appears, Or so much reason as their state requires : That ev'n in this God sometimes interferes : See all with skill acquire their daily food, Sometimes, lestinanshould quitchis pow'rdisown, Or use those arms, which nature has bestow'd; Hemakes that pow'r to trembling nationskuown: Produce their tender progeny, and feed. But rarely this; not for each vulgar end, With care parental, whilst that care they need ; As Superstition's idle tales pretend, In these lov'd offices completely blest,

Who thinks all foes to God who are her own, No hopes beyond them, nor vain fears molest, Directs his thunder, and usurps his throne.

Mlan o'er å viliter field extends his views; Now know I not how much a conscious mind God thro' the wonders of his works pursues; Avails to punish, or reward mankind; Exploring thence his attributes, and laws, Ev'n in this life thou, impious wretch, must feel Adoses, loves, imitates th' Eternal Cause ; For sure in nothing we approach so nigh From man's tribunal tho' thou hop'st to run, The great example of Divinity,

Thvselt thou canst not, nor thy conscience shun: As in benevolenice: the patriot's soul . What must thon suffer when each dire disease, knows not self-centred for itself to roll; The progeny of Vice, thy fabric seise ; But warms, enlightens, animates the whole:) Consumption, fever, and the racking pain Its miglity orb embraces first his friends, 21 Of spasnis, and gout, and stone, a frightfultrain! His country next, then inan? nor here it ends, When lite new tortures can alone supply, But to the incanest animal descends.

Life thy sole hope thou 'li hate, yet dread to die. Wise Nature has this social law confirm'd Should such a wretch to mu’rous years arrive, By forming man so helpless, iind unarn'd: It can be little worth his while to live : His want of others' aid, and pow'r oi speech No honors, no regards, hi, age attend, Timplore that aid, this lesson daily teach; Companions fly, he nc'er could have a friend; Mankind with other animals compare,, His fauterers leave him, and with wild affright Single, how weak and impotent they are! Ilie looks wiihin, and shudders at the sight: But view them in the complicated state, Wlieu threat'ning Death uplifts his pointed dart, Their pow'rs how wond'rous, and their strength. With what inpatience he applies to art, how great,

| Life to prolong amidst disease and pains ! Whin social virtue individuals joins,

Why this, if after it no sense reinains? And in one solid mass, like gravity, combines! Why should he choose these miseries to endure, This then's the first great law by Nature giv'n, If death could grant an everlasting cure? Staip'd on our souls, and rausyd by Heav'n ; ('Tis plain, there's something whispers in his ear, All from utility this law approve,

(Tho'tain he'd hide it) he has much to fear. As ev'ry private bliss must spring frem sociall. See the reverse: how happy those we find, love.

Who know by merit to engage mankind ! Why deviate then so many from this law? Prais'd by each tongue, by ev'ry heart belor'd, See passions, custum, vice and folly draw! For virtues practis'd, and for arts improv'd : Survey the rolling globe from East to West, Their casy aspects sbine with smile serene, How few, alas ! how very few are blest! And all is peace and happiness within : Beneath the frozen Poles, and burning Line, Their sleep is ne'er disturb'd by fears or strife, What poverty and indolence combine

Nor lust, nor wine, impair the springs of life. To cloud with Error's mists the human mind! | Him fortune cannot sink, or much elate, No trace of man, but in the form we find. Whose view extend.beyond this mortal state,


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