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. 8 Know, nature's children all divide her care; The fur that warms a inonarch, warm'd a 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 he must fall,

Who things all made for one, not one for all 4 Grant that the pow'rful 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. Say, will the falcon, stooping from above, Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove. Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings? Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings? 5 Man cares for all to birds he gives his woods, To beasts his pastures, and to fish his floods; For some his int'rest prompts him to provide, For more his pleasures, yet for more his pride. All feed on one vain patron, and enjoy Th' extensive blessing of his luxury. 6 That very life his learned hunger craves, He saves from famine, from the savage saves ; Nay, feasts the animal he dooms his feast; And, till he ends the being, makes it blest : Which sees no more the stroke, nor feels the pain, Than favour'd man by touch ethereal slain.

The creature had his feast of life before;

Thou too must perish, when thy feast is o'er!-POPE

SECTION XI.

Human Frailty.

WEAK and irresolute is man ;

The purpose of to-day,
Woven with pains into his plan,

To-morrow rends away.

The bow well bent, and smart the spring,
Vice seems already slain ;

But passion rudely snaps the string,

And it revives again.

8 Some foe to his upright intent,

Finds out his weaker part;

Virtue engages his assent,
But pleasure wins his heart.

4 'Tis here the folly of the wise,
Through all his art, we view;

And while his tongue the charge denies,
His conscience owns it true.
5 Bound on a voyage of awful length,
And dangers little known,
A stranger to superior strength,
Man vainly trusts his own.

6 But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;

The breath of heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.-cowper.
SECTION XII.

Ode to Peace.

COME, peace of mind, delightful guest!
Return, and make thy downy nest
Once more in this sad heart:
Nor riches I, nor power pursue,
Nor hold forbidden joys in view;
We therefore need not part.

2 Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,
From av'rice and ambition free,
And pleasure's fatal wiles ;
For whom, alas! dost thou prepare
The sweets that I was wont to share,
The banquet of thy smiles?

3 The great, the gay, shall they partake
The heaven that thou alone canst make ›
And wilt thou quit the stream,
That murmurs through the dewy mead,
The grove and the sequester'd shade,
To be a guest with them?
For thee I panted, thee I priz'd,
For thee I gladly sacrific'd

Whate'er I lov'd before :

And shall I see thee start away,

And helpless, hopeless, hear thee sav

Farewell, we meet no more ?--COWPEL

SECTION XIII.

Ode to Adversity.

DAUGHTER of Heav'n, relentless power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,

Whose iron scourge, and tort'ring hour,
The bad affright, afflict the best!
Bound in thy adamantine chain,
The proud are taught to taste of pain,
And purple tyrants vainly groan
With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.

2 When first thy sire to send on earth
Virtue, his darling child, design'd,
To thee he gave the heav'nly birth,
And bade to form her infant mind.
Stern rugged nurse! thy rigid lore
With patience many a year she bore.

What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know;
And from her own she learn'd to melt at others wo.

3 Scar'd at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing folly's idle brood,

Wild laughter, noise, and thoughtless joy,

And leave us leisure to be good.

Light they disperse; and with them go
The summer friend, the flatt'ring foe.
By vain prosperity receiv'd,

To her they vow their truth, and are again believ'd 4 Wisdom, in sable garb array'd,

Immers'd in rapt'rous thought profound,
And melancholy, silent maid,

With leaden eye that loves the ground,
Still on thy solemn steps attenů,
Warm charity, the gen'ral friend,
With justice, to herself severe,

And pity, dropping soft the sadly pleasing tear.
5 Oh, gently, on thy suppliant's head,
Dread power, lay thy chast'ning hand!
Not in thy gorgon terrors clad,

Nor circled with the vengeful band,
(As by the impious thou art seen,)
With thund'ring voice, and threat'ning mien,
With screaming horror's fun'ral cry,
Despair, and fell disease, and ghastly poverty.
6 Thy form benign, propitious, wear,
Thy milder influence impart ;
Thy philosophic train be there,
To soften, not to wound my heart.
The gen'rous spark extinct revive
Teach me to love, and to forgive

Exact my own defects to scan;

What others are to feel; and know myself a man.--GRAY

SECTION XIV.

The Creation required to praise its Author
BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay!
Let each enraptur'd thought obey,

And praise th' Almighty's name.
Lo! heaven and earth, and seas, and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.
2 Ye fields of light celestial plains,
Where gay transporting beauty reigns,
Ye scenes divinely fair!

Your Maker's wond'rous power proclaim;
Tell how he form'd your shining frame,
And breath'd the fluid air.

3 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound!
While all th' adoring thrones around
His boundless mercy sing:
Let every list'ning saint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the sweetest string.
4 Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal cheir;
Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire,
The mighty chorus aid :
Soon as gray ev'ning gilds the plain,
Thou moon, protract the melting strain,
And praise him in the shade.

5 Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abude;
Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God,
Who call'd yon worlds from night:
"Ye shades dispel!"-th' Eternal said;
At once th' involving darkness fled,
And nature sprung to lignt.
6 Whate'er a blooming world contains,
That wings the air, that skims the plains,
United praise bestow;

Ye dragons, sound his awful name
To heaven aloud; and roar acclaim,
Ye swelling deeps below.

7 Let ev'ry element rejoice;

Ye thunders burst with awful voice

To нM who bids you roll:

His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

8 To him, ye graceful cedars, bow;
Ye tow'ring mountains, bending low,
Your great Creator own;

Tell, when affrighted nature shook,
How Sinai kindled at his look,

And trembled at his frown.

9 Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale,
Ye insects flutt'ring on the gale,
In mutual concourse rise;
Crop the gay rose's vermeil bloom,
And waft its spoils, a sweet perfume,
In incense to the skies.

10 Wake all ye mounting tribes, and sing;
Ye plumy warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise

TO HIM who shap'd your finer mould, Who tipp'd your glitt'ring wings with gold, And tun'd your voice to praise. 11 Let man, by nobler passions sway'd, The feeling heart, the judging head, In heav'nly praise employ; Spread his tremendous name around, Till heaven's broad arch rings back the sound, The gen'ral burst of joy.

12 Ye whom the charms of grandeur please, Nurs'd on the ccwny lap of ease,

Fall prostrate at his throne;

Ye princes, rulers, all adore!

Praise him, ye tings, who makes your power
An image of his own.

13 Ye fair, by nature form'd to move,
O praise th' eternal SOURCE OF LOVE,
With youth's enliv'ning fire:

Let

age

take

up

the tuneful lay,

Sigh his bless'd name-then soar away,

And ask an angel's lyre.—OGILVIE.

SECTION XV.

The Universal Prayer.

FATHER OF ALL! in ev'ry age,

In ev'ry clime ador'd!

By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Johovah, Jove, or Lord!