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Heaven, earth, ourselves ; 'tis duty, glory, peace. 405
'Tis a prime part of happiness, to know How much unhappiness must prove our lot; 415 A part which few possess ! I 'll
pay Without one rebel murmur, from this hour, Nor think it misery to be a man ; Who thinks it is, shall never be a God. Some ills we wish for, when we wish to live. 420
What spoke proud pasion ?>"* With my being loft?" Presumptuous ! blasphemous ! absurd ! and false ! The triumph of my soul is—That I am ; And therefore that I may be what? Lorenzo ! Look inward, and look deep; and deeper ftill ; 425 Unfathomably deep our treasure runs In golden veins, through all eternity! Ages, and ages, and succeeding still New ages, where the phantom of an hour, Which courts, each night, dull Number, for repair, 430 Shall wake, and wonder, and exult, and praise, And fly through infinite, and all unlock; And (if deservd) by heaven's redundant love,
Made * Referring to the First Night.
Made half-adorable itself, adore ;
440 Has ever yet conceiv'd, or ever fhall, How kind is God, how great (if good) is Man. No man too largely from heaven's love can hope, If what is hop d he labours to secure..
Ills ?--there are none : All-gracious ! none from thee; From man full many! numerous is the race Of blackest ills, and those immortal too, Begot by madness on fair liberty; Heaven's daughter, hell-debauch'd! ber hand alone Unlocks destruction to the fons of men,
450 Firft barr’d by thine: high-wall?d with adamant, Guarded with terrors reaching to this world, And cover'd with the thunders of thy law; Whose threats are mercies, whose injunctions, guides, Aflifting, not restraining, reafon's choice; 455 Whose sanctions, unavoidable refults From nature's course, indulgently reveald; If unreveal’d, more dangerous, nor less sure. Thus, an indulgent father warns his sons, “ Do this; Ay that”-nor always tells the cause ; 460 Pleas'd to reward, as duty to his will, A conduct needful to their own repose. Great God of wonders ! (if, thy love survey'd,
Aught else the name of wonderful retains)
Thus, in thy world material, Mighty Mind! Not that alone which solaces, and shines, The rough and gloomy, challenges our praise. The winter is as needful as the spring ; The thunder, as the fun; a stagnate mafs 485 Of vapours breeds a peftilential air : Nor more propitious the Favonian breeze To nature's health, than purifying storms-; The dread Volcano ministers to good. Its sinother'd fames might undermine the world.
490 Loud Ætnas fulminate in love to man; Comets good omens are, when duly scann'd; VOL. III.
And, * Lucia.
And, in their use, eclipses learn to shine.
Man is responsible for ills receiv’d; Those we call wretched are a chofen band, 495 Compell’d to refuge in the right, for peace. Amid my list of blessings infinite, Stand this the foremost, “ That my heart has bled." "Tis heaven's last effort of good-will to man; When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair. 500 Who fails to grieve, when just occasion calls, Or grieves. too much, deserves not to be bleft; Inhuman, or effeminate, his heart; Reason absolves the grief, which reason ends. May heaven ne'er trust my friend with happiness, 505 Till it has taught him how to bear it well, By previous pain; and inade it safe to smile ! Such smiles are mine, and such may they remain ; Nor hazard their extinction, from excess. My change of heart a change of style demands;
510 The Consolation cancels the Complaint, And makes a convert of my guilty song.
And when o'er-labour'd, and inclin'd to breathe, A panting traveller fome rifing ground, Some small afcent, has gain'd, he turns him round, 515 And measures with his eye the various vales, The fields, woods, meads, and rivers, he has past; And, fatiate of his journey, thinks of home, Endear'd by distance, nor affects more toil; Thus I, though small, indeed, is that ascent 520 The Muse has gain’d, review the paths she trod; Various, extensive, beaten but by view;
And, conscious of her prudence in repose,
530 1 Of love divine the wonders fhe display'd;
Prov'd man immortal; thew'd the source of joy;
What then remains ? Much! much! a mighty debt
O majestic Night!