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Disdain not Thou to smooth the restless bed
Death is a path that must be trod,
As men who lung in prison dwell,
Such joy, though far transcending sense,
On earth, and in the body plac'd,
But, when their chains are cast aside,
GOD THE CREATOR OF MAN.
A God! a God! the wide earth shouts
A God! the heav'ns reply:
And hung it in the sky.
Let us make man with beauty clad,
And health in ev'ry vein,
Stepp'd forth majestic man.
Around he turns his wond'ring eyes,
All nature's works surveys ; Admires the earth, the skies, himself!
And tries his tongue in praise.
Ye hills, and vales! ye meads and woods !
Bright sun and glitt'ring stars ! Fair creatures, tell me, if ye can,
From whence, and what I am?
What parent pow'r, all great and good,
Do these around me own? Tell me, creation, tell me how
T adore the vast unknown!
O thou great being! what thou art
Surpasses me to know:
Are all thy works below.
Thy creature here before thee stands,
All wretched and distress'd;
Obey thy high behest.
Sure thou, Almighty ! canst not act
From cruelty or wrath:
But if I must affilicted be,
To suit some wise design ;
To bear, and not repine.
Fair as the dawning light! auspicious guest!
No, with content alone canst thou abide,
When boon companions void of ev'ry care Crown the full bowl, and the rich banquet share, And give a loose to pleasure-art thou there? Or when the assembled great and fair advance To celebrate the mask, the play, the dance, Whilst beauty spreads its sweetest charms
around, And airs ecstatic swell their tuneful sound, Art thou within the pompous circle found? Does not thy influence more sedately shine ? Can sucb tumultuous joys as these he thine ? Surely more mild, more constant in their course, Thy pleasures issue trom a nobler course; From sweet discretion ruling in the breast, From passions temper’d, and from lusts represt; From thoughts unconscious of a guilty smart, And the calm transports of an honest heart.
Thy aid, O ever faithful, ever kind ! Thro’ life, thro' death, attends the virtuous mind; Of angry fate, wards from us ev'ry blow, Cures ev'ry ill, and softens ev'ry woe, Whatever good our mortal state desires, What wisdom finds, or innocence inspires; From nature's bounteous hand whatever flows, Whate'er our Maker's providence bestows, By thee mankind enjoys; by thee repays A grateful tribute of perpetual praise.