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-stuaiis florens ignobilis oti.
Virg. Georg Lib. 4.
HACKNEY'D in business, wearied at that oar Which thousands, once fast chain'd to, quit no more But which, when life at ebb runs weak and low, All wish, or seem to wish, they could forego; The statesman, lawyer, merchant, man of trade,
5 Pants for the refuge of some rural shade, Where, all his long anxieties forgot Amid the charms of a sequester'd spot, Or recollected only to gild o'er, And add a smile to what was sweet before,
10 He may possess the joys he thinks he sees, Lay his old age upon the lap of ease, Improve the remnant of his wasted span, And, having liv'd a trifler, die a man. Thus Conscience pleads her cause within the breast, Though long rebell’d against, not yet suppress'd, 16 And calls a creature form'd for God alone, For Heav'n's high purposes, and not his own, Calls him away from selfish ends and aims, From what debilitates and what inflames,
20 From cities humming with a restless crowd, Sordid as active, ignorant as loud,
Whose highest praise is that they live in vain,
40 Invet’rate habits, choke th' unfruitful heart, · Their fibres penetrate its tend'rest part, And draining its nutritious pow'rs to feed Their noxious growth, starve ev'ry better seed. Happy, if full of days—but happier far,
45 If, ere we yet discern life's evening star, Sick of the service of a world that feeds Its patient drudges with dry chaff and weeds, We can escape from custom's idiot sway, To serve the Sov'reign we were born t' obey. 50 Then sweet to muse upon his skill display'd, (Infinite skill,) in all that he has made ! To trace in nature's most minute design The signature and stamp of pow'r divine, Contrivance intricate, express'd with ease,
55 Where unassisted sight no beauty sees, The shapely limb and lubricated joint, Within the small dimensions of a point, Muscle and nerve miraculously spun, His mighty work, who speaks and it is done, 60
Th’ invisible in things scarce seen reveal'd,
85 And with a rapture like his own exclaim, These are thy glorious works, thou source of good, How dimly seen, how faintly understood ! Thine, and upheld by thy paternal care, This universal frame, thus wondrous fair :
90 Thy pow'r divine, and bounty beyond thought, Ador'd and prais’d in all that thou hast wrought Absorb’d in that immensity I see, I shrink abas'd, and yet aspire to thee; Instruct me, guide me to that heavenly day, 95 Thy words more clearly than thy works display
That, while thy truths my grosser thoughts refine,
Oh blest proficiency! supassing all
100 The recompense that arts or arms can yield, The bar, the senate, or the tented field. Compar'd with this sublimest life below, Ye kings and rulers, what have courts to show Thus studied, us’d, and consecrated thus,
105 On earth, what is, seems form'd indeed for us : Not as the plaything of a froward child, Fretful unless diverted and beguild, Much less to feed and fan the fatal fires Of pride, ambition, or impure desires ;
110 But as a scale, by which the soul ascends From mighty means to more important ends, Securely, though by steps but rarely trod, Mounts from inferiour beings up to God, And sees, by no fallacious light or dim,
115 Earth made for man, and man himself for him.
Not that I mean t' approve, or would enforce, A superstitious and monastick course : Truth is not local, God alike pervades And fills the world of traffick, and the shades, 120 And may be fear'd amidst the busiest scenes, Or scorn'd where business never intervenes. But 'tis not easy with a mind like ours, Conscious of weakness in its noblest pow'rs, And in a world where other ills apart,
125 The roving eye misleads the careless heart, To limit Thought, by nature prone to stray Wherever freakish Fancy points the way ; To bid the pleadings of self-love be still, Resign our own, and seek our Maker's will ; 130 To spread the page of Scripture, and compare Our conduct with the laws engraven there; To measure all that passes in the breast, Faithfully, fairly, by that sacred test
To dive into the secret deeps within,
135 To spare no passion and no fav'rite sin, And search the themes important above all, Ourselves and our recov'ry from our fall. But leisure, silence, and a mind releas'd From anxious thoughts how wealth may be increas'd, How to secure, in some propitious hour,
141 The point of int’rest or the post of pow'r, A soul serene, and equally retir'd, From objects too much dreaded or desir'd, Safe from the clamours of perverse dispute, 145 At least are friendly to the great pursuit.
Op’ning the map of God's extensive plan, We find a little isle, this life of man ; Eternity's unknown expanse appears Circling around and limiting his years.
150 The busy race examine and explore Each creek and cavern of the dang'rous shore, With care collect what in their eyes excels, Some shining pebbles, and some weeds and shells ; Thus laden, dream that they are rich and great, 155 And happiest he that groans beneath his weight: The waves o'ertake them in their serious play, And ev'ry hour sweep multitudes away ; They shrink and sink, survivors start and weep, Pursue their sport, and follow to the deep. 160 A few forsake the throng ; with lifted eyes Ask wealth of Heav'n, and gain a real prizeTruth, wisdom, grace, and peace like that above, Seal’d with his signet, whom they serve and love, Scorn'd by the rest, with patient hope they wait 165 A kind release from their imperfect state, And unregretted are soon snatch'd away From scenes of sorrow into glorious day.
Now these alone prefer a life recluse, Who seek retirement for its proper use ;
170 The love of change, that lives in ev'ry breast, Genius and temper, and desire of rest,