But gently to rebuke his awkward fear, To prove that what she gives, she gives sincero. His happiness, her dear, her only aim. "Tis grave philosophy's absurdest dream, That Heav'n's intentions are not what they seem Thus things terrestrial wear a different hue, As youth or age persuades; and neither true. 70 So Flora's wreath through colour'd crystal seen, To rise at noon, sit slipshod and undress, 75 To read the news or fiddle as seems best, Till half the world comes rattling at his door, To fill the dull vacuity till four; And, just when ev'ning turns the blue vault gray, To spend two hours in dressing for the day: 80 Who bids him shine, or if he shine or not; Through mere necessity to close his eyes 85 Just when the larks and when the shepherds rise: Is such a life, so tediously the same, So void of all utility or aim, That poor Jonquil, with almost ev'ry breath, Of distant wisdom shoots across his way; Serves merely as a soil for discontent O weariness beyond what asses feel, That tread the circuit of the cistern wheel; 100 A dull rotation, never at a stay, 105 To read wise lectures, vanity the text; 110 That remedy, not hid in deeps profound, Yet seldom sought where only to be found, While passion turns aside from its due scope Th' inquirer's aim, that remedy is hope. Life is his gift, from whom whate'er life needs, 115 With ev'ry good and perfect gift proceeds; Bestow'd on man, like all that we partake, 120 Its value what no thought can ascertain, 125 Nor all an angel's eloquence explain. Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away; Live to no sober purpose, and contend That their Creator had no serious end. 130 When God and man stand opposite in view, Man's disappointment must of course ensue. The just Creator condescends to write, His names of wisdom, goodness, pow'r, and love, 135 To catch the wand'ring notice of mankind, If, led from earthly things to things divine, By good vouchsaf'd makes known superiour good, 140 145 That bliss, reveal'd in Scripture, with a glow 150 Fires all his feelings with a noble scorn Of sensual evil, and thus hope is born. Hope sets the stamp of vanity on all That men have deem'd substantial since the fall; 155 From emptiness itself a real use; And while she takes, as at a father's hand, From fading good derives, with chemick art, That lasting happiness, a thankful heart. 160 Hope with uplifted foot, set free from earth, Pants for the place of her ethereal birth, On steady wings sails through the immense abyss, Plucks amaranthine joys from bowers of bliss, And crowns the soul, while yet a mourner here 165 With wreaths like those triumphant spirits wear. 170 Hope! let the wretch, once conscious of the joy, Had he the gems, the spices, and the land, 175 Were light, when weigh'd against one smile of thine. Though clasp'd and cradled in his nurse's arms, He shines with all a cherub's artless charms. 180 Man is the genuine offspring of revolt, Stubborn and sturdy as a wild ass' colt ; His passions, like the wat'ry stores that sleep 185 To frown, and roar, and shake his feeble form. 190 Or, more provoking still, of nobler name, The little Greeks look trembling at the scales, Now see him launch'd into the world at large; 195 If priest, supinely droning o'er his charge, 205 So may a tradesman, if not quite a knave. 210 Such stuff the world is made of: and mankind Insist on, as if each were his own pope, And life abus'd, and not to be suborn'd. 215 220 Mark these, she says; these summon'd from afar, 225 Begin their march to meet thee at the bar; There find a judge inexorably just, And perish there, as all presumption must. Peace be to those, (such peace as earth can give,) Who live in pleasure, dead e'en while they live; 230 Born, capable, indeed, of heav'nly truth; But down to latest age, from earliest youth, Their mind a wilderness through want of care, The plough of wisdom never ent'ring there. A right to the meek honours of her name,) 235 To any throne, except the throne of Grace. Let cottagers and unenlighten'd swains 240 Rovere the laws they dream'd that Heav'n ordains; And ask, and fancy they find blessings there. Themselves, perhaps, when weary they retreat And seem to pray, for good example sake ; 245 |