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He lives in those he left:..
Share his delight; take heed to thum Your, now, paternal care,
Of boloñis most difcas'd Clear from its cloud your brighten'd eye,
That odd distemper, an abdur'd It will discern him there ;
Reluctance to be pleas’d: In features, not of form aline,
Surre seem in love with forrow's charms, But thore, I trust, of mind,
And that foul fiend embrace : Auspicious to the public weal,
· This temper let one juftly brand, And to their fate religri'd.
And ftamp it with disgrace : Think on the tempests be sustain'd;
Sorrow! of horrid parentage! Revolve lis battle won;
Thou leconci-horu of leil! And let those prophecy your joy
Againit heaven's endie's mercies pour'd From such a failer's fun :
How dar'lt thou to rebel? Is consolation what you frels?
From black and noxious vapouts bred Fan, then, bis martial fire:
And nurs'd by want of thourht, And arimate to fame the fpaths
And to the door of frenzy's self Bequeath'd him by his live:
By perfeverance brought, As nething great is born in haste,
Thy moft inglorious, coward teits Wile nature's time allow;
From brutal eyes have tar; Ulis father's laureis may decerd,
Smiles, incommunicabic ínile; And flourish on his brow.
Are radiant marks of man ; Por, Madam! be surpris'd to hear
They calt a sudden glory round That laurels may be due
Th'illumin'd human face; Yot more to herocs of the fieid,
And light in fons of honeft iny (Proud boasters!) than to you:
Some beains of Moses' face; Tender as is the female frame,
Is Refignation's le Ton hud? Like that brave man you moun,
Examine, we thall find You are a soldier, and to fight
That duty gives up little more Superior battles born ;
Than anguish of the mind; Beneath a bariner nobler far
Refign; and all the load of life Than ever was unfurl'd
That moment you remove, fields of blood; a banner brighit!
Its heavy tax, ten thousand cares High wav'd o'er all the world.
Devolve on ure above; it, like a streaming matcos, casts
Who bids is lay our burthen down An univerfal light;
On his almighty hand, Sheds day, sheds more, eternal day
Softens out duty to relief, On nations whelm'd in right.
To blessing a command. Beneath that banger, what exploit
For joy what cause? how every serise Can mount our glory higher,
Is courted from above Than to sustain the dreadful blow,
The year around, with presents rich, When those we love expire?
The growth of endlet's love? Go forth a meral Amazon;
But most o'erlook the blessings pour'a, Arm'd with undauuted thought;
Forget the wonders done, The battle won, though costing dear,
And terminate, vrapp'd up in sense, You 'll think it cheaply bought;
Their prospect at the lun ; The passive here, who fits down
From thai, their final point of view, Unactive, and can smile
From that their radiant goal, Beneath affliction's galling load,
On travel infinite of thought, Out-acts a Cæfar's toil:
Sets out the nobler soul, The billows stain'd by laughter'd foes
Broke'loose from time's tenacious tie, Inserior praise afford;
And earth's involving gloom, Reason's a bloodless conqueror,
To range at last its vast domain, More glorious than the sword,
And talk with worlds to come: Nor can the thunders of huzzas
They let unmark'd, aud unemploy'd, From thouting nations, cause
Life's idle moments run; Such sweet delight, as from your heart
And, doing nothing for themlelyes, Soft whispers of applause :
Imagine nothing done, The dear deceas'd so fam'd in arms,
Fatal mistake! their fate goes on. With what delight he 'li view
Their dread account proceeds, His triumphs on the main outdone,
And their not-doing is let down Thus conquer'd, twice, by you,
Ainongst their darkest deeds;
Though man site ftill, and takes his ease;
God is at work ou man ;
To bless him, if he can,
To fashion his own fate;
Repents his crime too late ;
Indulgenc Father! plead;
Not one by thee was made.
Of lovi mi vine the child ;
Has o'er it fondly Imild:
Long ere the world began,
Its birth the good of man ;
The bluftering winds and seas;
Their master, man, to please : To final good the worst events
Through secret channels run;
As 'twas for man begun.
Has often smote, and smites
That heaven in man delights :
Of future worlds, or fates ?
Sublime affairs relates ;
An inventory just
Call'd out of night and dust.
To render joy fincere,
Beyond this narrow sphere;
And double its delight?
How pleasing in its fight!
To hear its joyful lays ;
Its aromatic praise :
Of heaven's avenging rod ?
A sympathetic God?
His rod an armless wand;
Like that in Moses' hand;
Like that, it swallows up wliate'er
Earth's vain magicians bring,
Of joys a rival spring.
Of blessings from thy hand!
Is thy supreme command.
Of bliss, fall we complain?
Deserves still greater pain,
The sunshine of the soul ;
Who sweetly plans the whole :
Be gone, ignoble grief!
Their nature, our relief;
And his due distance know;
Content the style below.
Is joy and virtue too;
More precious we pursue:
The more have we to come;
Which daily swells the sum.
“ of nature in our veins ;
• What then to smile in pains ?" Victorious joy! which breaks the clouds,
And struggles through a storm ;
And bids it doubly charm:
A sex, by nature, bold;
Triumphant o'er our gold.
And check the rising ligh?
I labour to supply.
Ideas of delight,
Te let your notions right:
Its object dark appears;
The foul's horizon clears.
With sorrow clouded o'er;
Rediess unseen before.
Reason is somewhat rough in man;
Extremely smooth and fair,
Assumes a fernaie air :
Whole prudent, soft address
Which dy'd in your distrels;
Extracting for your ease,
Too common; such as there;
Of sparkling joys are given;
Imbitters death, and hazards heaven: Woe to the soul at perfect ease!
'Tis brewing perfect pains; Lull'd reason fleeps, the pulse is king :
Despotic body reigns : Have you t ne'er pity'd joy's gay scenes,
And deern'd their giory dark ?
And quite mistakes her mark :
But forrow well subdued ;
By meek, unborrow'd good.
A double friend may find,
The pillow of mankind :
Our restless hopes we place ;
Who feel alone can guess : 'Tis disbeliev'd by murmuring minds,
They must conclude it less :
From small experience this I speak;
O! grant to those I love
Who form our fates abuve !
Who, leaving grandeur, came
And lighe me to my theme!
The charms, which they display,
Are set in bright array:
His boasted laurels die:
To female buloms fy.
In fable was foretold;
Nor could the learn'd unsold :
They darted such a ray,'
And thone in open day :
When strongly strikes the fun ;
Spontaneons nectars run.
Forlook his drowly brain ;
Of wildom's brighter reign ;
Of formidable wit;
Which lines immortal writ;
Man's folly, dreadful Thone,
Turn’d, instantly, to stone.
Now scratch a damag'd head,
But find the goddess filed.
That once forbidden tree,
The noble thirit began;
A fall of fame in man:
0 Addison! with thee
This filter lamp to see!
On man's noctur al state ;
* Mrs. Montague, Mrs. Cumer.
The loss, or gain, of th it alone
Have we to hope, or fear; That fate controls, and can invert
The reasons of the year : 0! the dark days, the year around,
of an impatient mind? Through clouds, and storms, a summer breaks,
To thine on the resign’d :
And virtue, is poffcs'd ;
In the relellious breast;
The worst that can anndy;
Than worldlings can enjoy.
* Mrs. Níontigue.
PART II. BUT what in either iex, beyord
All parts, our glory crowns ! “ In Tufling leatons to be calm,
“ And smile, when fortune frowns," Heaven's choice is safer than our own;
Of ages pait enquire,
" To have our own defire.”
you wish extremely ill;
Os that of his own will.
Of inclination strong,
With ardent, ever wrong!
Most wrong, as it implies
Detachment from the kies.
Omnipotence our own;
Whole army is o’erthrown?
Ourlelves above we rie :
We trespals on the skies!
Whilft man en oys his eale,
in earth, and air, and seas; Bezond us, what can Angels boaft?
Archangels what require ? Whate'er below, above, is done, Is done as-a
-----we defire. What glory this for man so mean,
Whole life is but a span? This is meridian ma elty!
This, the fublime of man! Beyond the boast of pagan song
My facred subject shines ! And for a foit the luitre takes
Of Rome's exalted lines. “ All, that the sun furveys, subdued,
“ But Cato's mighty mind.” How grand! most true ; yet far beneath
The foul of the Refign’d :
To pallion that gives law;
Great Cato's pride in awe ;
Transfix'd his noble breast;
Had left to Heaven the reft
Then be the palm had borne away,
At distance Cæfar thrown;
And made the skies his own,
It wonders can perform;
Can lay the loudest storm.
Where, mounted on the wing,
Ascended to their King :
Transcends the common size;
To which none equal rice :,
Of an eternal state;
How strongly arm'd by fate :
O'erwhelma his gloomy brow!
My fole asylum, thou !
'Tis thine to reconcile
My foe begins to Imile:
Whilft bere I draw my breath,
A glorious liile in death :
Has most of Heaven to boast ?
And giving up the ghost.
Who, not in lie o'er gay,
To meet him on his way
If happiness is dear;
Discreetly let us fear:
Tili wisdom can riie hi her;
Death dreaded once, delie :
The vaikeit will dine;
Man immaturely dies:
No need abroad to roam
What cause to blush it home?
Into the sports of youth,
And tempts the lath of truth.
Shalla mere truant from the grave
A fate how much to be deplor'd! With rival boys engage?
At which our nature statis; His trembling voice attempt to fing,
Forbear to fall on your own sword, And ape the pret's rage?
To perish by your parts : Here maidam ! let me visit one,
“ But great your name"-- To feed up air, My fault who, partly, snares,
Were then immortals born? And tell myself, by telling him,
Nothing is great, of which more great, What more becomes our years.
More glorious is the scorn. And if your breast with prudent zeal
Can fame your carcale from the wurms For Refignation glows,
Which gnaws us in the grave, You will not disapprove a just
Or soul from that which never dies, Resentment on its foes,
Applauding Europe fave? In youth, Voltaire ! our foibles plead
But fame you lose ; gond Tense alone For some indulgence due ;
Your idol, praise can claim ; When heads are white their thoughts and aims When wild wit murders happiness, Should change their colour too.
It puts to death our fame! How are you cheated by your wit !
Nor boast your genius, talents bright, Old age is bound to pay,
Ev'u dunces will despise, By nature's law a mind discreet,
If in your western beams is mils'd For joys it takes away ;
A genius for the skies; A mighty change is wrought by years,
Your taste too fails ; what most excels Reversing human lot;
True taste must relish most ! In age 'tis honor to lie hid,
And what, to rival palms above, Its praise to be forgot.
Can proudest laurels boaft? The wise, as flowers, which spread at noon,
Sound heads salvation's * helmet leek, And all their charms expose,
Resplendent are its rays,
Of fublunary praise.
To see that -- " All is right,"
His eye, by flash of wit struck blind, Eternity to time :
Reitoring to its fight; Why close a life so jusly fam'd
If so, all's well : who much have err'd, With such bold trash as * this?
That much have been forgiven; This for renown? yes, such as makes
I speak with joy, with joy he'll hear, Obcurity a bliss :
* Voltaires are, how, in heaven.'' Your trash, with mine, at open wat,
Nay, such philanthropy divine, Is t.obftinately bent,
So boundless in degree, Like wit: below, to low your tares
Its marvellous of love extends Of gloom and discontent;
(Stoop most profound !) to me : With so much funshine at command,
Let others eruel stars arraign, Why light with darkness mix ?
Or dwell on their distress; Why dash with pain our pleasure? why
But let my page, for mercies pour'd, Your Helicon with Styx?
A grateful heart express : Your works in our divided minds
Walking, the present God was seen Repugnant pallions raise,
Of old, in Eden fair ; Confound us with a double stroke,
The God as present, by plain steps We shudder whilst we praise ;
of providential care, A surious web, as finely wrought
I behold passing through my life ; As genius can inspire,
His awful voice I hear; From a black bag of poison spun,
And, conscious of my nakedness, With horror we admite.
Would hide myselt for fear : Mean as it is, if this is read
But where the trees, or where the clouds, With a disdainful air,
Can cover from his fight? I can't forgive so great a foe
Naked the center to that eye, To my dear friend Voltaire :
To which the fun is night. Early I knew him, early prais'd,
As yonder glittering lamps on high And long to praise him late;
Through night illumin'd roll; His genius greatly I admire,
May thoughts of him, by whom they thine, Nor would deplore his face ;
Chase darkness from my foul; pCandide. + Sered Paris Ephef: vi. 17. Which his ronance ridiculen