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And varying schemes of life do more
Distract the lab’ring will.
Attends each mental pow'r :
Reflection's fav’rite hour, Come ; while the peaceful scene invites,
Let's search this ample round ; Where shall the lovely fleeting form
Of happiness be found ?
Of gay assemblies dwell;
That shades the hermit's cell ?
A sick’ning heart conceals !
Invading sorrow steals,
The fugitive we trace ;
That brightens Clodia's face.
The beart in friendship finds :
Of visionary minds !
Yet all agree in one,
At distance from our own.
Of power supremely wise,
The hand of Heaven denies ! Vain is alike the joy we seek,
And vain what we possess,
The passions into peace.
Is happiness confind;
And, deaf to folly's call, attends
The music of the inind.-CARTER.
In folly's maze advance ;
Nor join the giddy dance.
Where love our hours employs;
To spoil our heart-felt joys.
And they are fools who roam :
And that dear hut, our home.
That safe retreat, the ark ;
Explor'd the sacred bark.
By sweet experience know,
A paradise below.
Whence pleasures ever rise :
And train them for the skies,
While they our wisest hours engage,
And crown our hoary hairs :
And recompense our cares.
Or by the world forgot:
And bless our humbler lot.
For nature's calls are few :
And make that little do.
Nor aim beyond our pow'r; For if our stock be very small, 'Tis prudence to enjoy it all,
Nor lose the present hour.
And pleas’d with favours giv’n :
Whose fragrance smells to heaven.
But when our feast is o’er,
The relics of our store.
With cautious steps, we'll tread ;
Apd mingle with the dead.
While conscience, like a faithful friend,
And cheer our dying breath ;
And smooth the bed of death,-COTTON.
Providence vindicated in the present state of man. Heaved from all creatures bides the book of fate, All but the page prescrib’d, their present state ; From brutes what men, from men what spirits knows Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had be thy reason, would be skip and play! Pleas’d to the last, he crops the low'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed bis blood. Ob blindness to the future ! kindly giv’n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by Heaven; Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall; Atome
or systems into ruin burld, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Hope bumbly then ; with trembling pinions soar ;
Lo the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind
But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
Go, wiser thou ! and in thy scale of sense,
Selfishness reproved. Has God, thou fool! work'd solely for thy good, Thy joy, thy pastime, thy attire, thy food? Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him as kindly spreads the flow'ry lawn. Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings ?. Joy tones his voice, joy, elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat ? Loves of his own, and captures swell the note. The bounding steed you pompously bestride, Shares with his lord the pleasure and the pride. Is thine alone the seed that strews the plain ? The birds, of heaven shall vindicate their graiq. Thine the full harvest of the golden year? Part pays, and justly, the deserving steer. The hog, that ploughs not, nor obeys thy call, Lives on the labours of this lord of all,
Know, nature's children all divide her care ; The fur that warms a monarch, warm’d bear. While man exclaims, " See all things for my use ! " See man for mine !" replies a pamper'd goose : And just as short of reason be must fall, Who thinks all made for one, not one for all.
Grant that the powerful still the weak control; Be man the wit and tyrant of the whole : Nature that tyrant checks; he only knows, And helps another creature's wants and woes.