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From what seem'd horror, and despair,

The richest harvest rose ;
And gave me in the nod divine

An absolute repose.
Of all the plunders of mankind,

More gross, or frequent, none,
Than in their grief and joy misplac'd,

Eternally are shown.
But whither points all this parade?

It says, that near you lies
A book, perhaps, yet unperus’d,

Which you should greatly prize :
Of self-perusal, science rare !

Few know the mighty gain ;
Learn'd Prelates, self-unread, may read

Their Bibles o’er in vain :
Self-knowledge, which from heaven itself

(So sages tell us) came,
What is it, but a daughter fair

maternal theme? Unletter'd, and untravel'd men

An oracle might find,
Would they consult their own contents,

The Delphos of the mind.
bosoin ;


'll meet
A revelation new,
A revelation perfonal,

Which none can read but you;


There will you clearly read reveal'd

In your enlighten'd thought,
By mercies manifold, through life,

To fresh remembrance brought,
A mighty Being! and in Him

A complicated friend,
A father, brother, spouse; no dread

Of death, divorce, or end :
Who such a matchless friend embrace,

And lodge him in their heart,
Full well, from agonies exempt,

With other friends may part : As when o'erloaded branches bear

Large clusters big with wine,
We scarce regret one falling leaf

From the luxuriant vine.
My short advice to you may found

Obscure, or somewhat odd,
Though 'tis the best that man can give,

« Ev'n be content with God.” Through love He gave you the deceas’d,

Through greater took him hence; This reason fully could evince,

Though murmur'd at by sense.
This friend, far past the kindest kind,

Is past the greatest great;
His greatness let me touch in points

Not foreign to your state;

His eye, this instant, reads your heart;

A truth less obvious hear;
This instant its most secret thoughts

Are founding in his ear :
Dispute you this? O! stand in awe,

And cease your forrow ; know,
That tear, now trickling down, He saw

Ten thoufand years ago ;
And twice ten thousand hence, if you

Your temper reconcile
To reason's bound, will he behold

Your prudence with a smile ;
A smile, which through eternity

Diffuses so bright rays,
The dimmest deifies e'en guilt,

If guilt, at last, obeys :
Your guilt (for guilt it is to mourn,

When such a sovereign reigns)
Your guilt diminish ; peace pursue;

How glorious peace in pains !
Here, then, your sorrows cease; if not,

Think how unhappy they,
Who guilt increase by streaming tears,

Which guilt should wash away ;
Of tears that guih profuse restrain ;

Whence burst those dismal sighs ?
They from the throbbing breast of one

(Strange truth!) most happy rise ;



Not angels (hear it, and exult!)

Enjoy a larger share
Than is indulg’d to you, and yours,

Of God's impartial care ;
Anxious for each, as if on each

His care for all was thrown ;
For all his care as absolute,

As all had been but one.
And is He then so near! so kind !

How little then, and great,
That riddle, man! O! let me gaze

At wonders in his fate;
His fate, who yesterday did crawl

A worm from darkness deep,
And Thall, with brother-worms, beneath

A turf, to-morrow sleep;
How mean! And yet, if well obey'd

His mighty Master's call,
The whole creation for mean man

Is deem'd a boon too small :
Too small the whole creation deem'd

For emmets in the dust!
Account amazing! yet most true ;

My song is bold, yet juft:
Man born for infinite, in whom

No period can destroy
The power, in exquisite extremes,

To fuffer, or enjoy ;

Give him earth's empire (if no more)

He 's beggar'd, and undone !
Imprison’d in unbounded space!

Benighted by the fun!
For what the fun's meridian blaze

To the most feeble ray
Which glimmers from the distant dawn

Of uncreated day?
'Tis not the Poet's rapture feign'd

Swells here the vain to please ;
Tie mind most sober kindles most

At truths sublime as these;
They warm ev'n me.--I dare not say,

Divine anıbition strove
Not to bless only, but confound,

Nay, fright with its love ;
And yet fo frightful what, or kind,

As that the rending rock,
The darken'd fun, and rising dead,

So formidable spoke ?
And are we darker than that fun?

Than rocks more hard, and blind ?
We are ;--if not to such a God

In agonies resignd.
Yes, ev’n in agonies forbear

To doubt almighty love ;
Whate'er endears eternity,

Is mercy from above; VOL. III.



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