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Tbat cruel spoiler. that embosom'd foe,
Imbitter'd all our bliss. Ye good distress'd!
Ye noble few ! who here unbending stand
Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up awhile ;
And what your bounded view, which only saw
A little part, deem'd evil, is no more :
The storms of wintry time will quickly pass,
And one unbounded spring encircle all.


SECTION VI!I. Adam's advice to Eve, to avoid temptation. “O woman, best are all things as the will Of God ordain’d them, his creating hand Nothing imperfect or deficient left Of all that he created, much less man, Or aught that might his happy state secure, Secure from outward torce. Within himself The danger lies, yet lies within his power : Against his will he can receive po barını But God left free the will; for what obeys Reason, is free, and reason he made right; But bid her well beware, and still erect, Lest, by some fair appearing good surpris’d, She dictate false, and misinform the will To do what God expressly hath forbid. Not then mistrust, but tender love, enjoins That I should mind thee oft: and mind thou me. Firm we subsist, yet possible to swerve, Since reason not impossibly may ineet Some specious object by the foe suborn'd, And fall into deception unaware, Not keepiog strictest watch, as she was warn'd. Seek not temptation then, which to avoid Were better, and most likely if from me Thou sever not; trial will come unsought. Wouldst thou approve thy constancy? approve First thy obedience; th’ other who can know. Now seeing thee attempted, who attest? But if thou think, trial unsought may find Us both securer than thug warn'd thou seem'st, Go; for tliy stay, not free, absents thee inore : Go in thy natiye innocence; rely

On what thou hast of virtue, summon all;
For God towards thee hath done his part; do thine.”



On procrastination.
Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer :
Next day the fatal precedent will plead;
Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
Year after year it steals, till all are fled;
And, to the mercies of a moment, leaves
The vast concerns of an eternal scene.

Ot man's miraculous mistakes, this bears
The palm, “That all men are about to live :"
For ever on the brink of being born.
All pay themselves the compliment to think,
They, one day, shall not drivel; and their pride
On this reversion takes up ready praise;
At least their own; their future selves applauds :
How excellent that life they ne'er will lead"!
Time lodg'u in their own hands is fully's vails;
That lodg'd in tate's to wisdom they cousign ;
The thing they can't but purpose, they postpone.
'Tis not in folly, not to scorn a fool ;
And scarce in human wisdom to do more.
All pronise is poor dilatory man;
And that thro' every stage. When young, indeed,
In full content, we sometimes nobly rest,
Unanxious for ourselves; and only wish,
As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise.
At thirty, map suspects himself a fool;
Knows it at forty, and reformed is plan;
At fifty chides his intamous delay;
Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve ;
in all the magnanimity of thought,
Resolves, and re-resolves, then dies the same.

And why? Because he thioks himselt inimortal. All inen think all men mortal but themselves; Themselves, when some alarmiog shock of fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread;


But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air,
Soon close; where, past the shaft, no trace is found.
As from the wing no scar the sky retains;
The farted wave no furrow from the keel;
So dies in human hearts the thought of death,
Ev'o with the tender tear which nature sheds
O'er those we love, we drop it in their grave.

That philosophy which stops at secondary causes,

Happy the man who sees a God employ'd
In all the good and ill that checker life!
Resolving all events, with their effects
And manifold results, into the will
And arbitration wise of the Supreme.
Did not his eye rule all things, and intend
"The least of our concerns; (since from the least
The greatest oft uriginate,) could chance
Find place in his domicion, or dispose
One lawless particle to thwart his plan;
Then God might be surpris'd, and unforeseen
Contingence Inight alarm him, and disturb
The smooth and equal course of his affairs.
This truth, philosophy, though eagle eyed
In nature's tendencies, oft overlooks;
And haviog found his instrument, torgets
Or disregards, or, more presumptuous still,
Denies the power that wields it. God proclaims
His hot displeasure agaiost foolish men
That live an atheist life; involves the heav'n
lo tempests; quits his grasp upon the winds
And gives them all their fury; bids a plague
Kindle a fiery boil upon the skin,
And putrefy the breath of blooming health.
He calls for famine, and the meagre fiend
Blows mildew from between bis shrivel'd lips,
And taints the golden ear; he springs his mines,
And desolates a nation at a blast:
Forth steps the spruce philosopher, and tells
of homogeneal and discordant spriogs

And principles; of causes, how they work
By necessary laws, their sure effects
Of action and re-action. He has found
The source of the disease that nature feels ;
And bids the world take heart and banish tear.
Thou fool! will thy discov'ry of the cause
Suspend th' effect or heal it? Has not God
Still wrought by means since first he made the world ?
And did he not of old employ his means,
To drown it? What is his creation less
Than a capacious reservoir of means,
Form'd for his use, and ready at his will ?
Go, dress thine eyes with eye-salve; ask of him, -
Or ask of whorosoever he has taught ;
And learn, though late, the genuine cause of all.


Indignant sentiments on national prejudices and

hatred ; and on slavery.
Où, for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguirs of skade,
Where rumour of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more! My ear is pain'd,
My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report
Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is fill'd.
There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart;
It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond
Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax
That falls asunder at the touch of fire
He fiods his fellow guilty of a skin
Not colour'd like his own; and having pow'r
T' enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause
Dooins and devotes him as his lawful prey.
Lands intersected by a narrow frith
Abbor each other. Mountains interpos'd,
Make eremies of nations, who had else,
Like kiodred drops, been mingled into one.
Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys ;
And worse than all, and most to be deplor'd,


As human nature's broadest, foulest blot,
Chaios him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat
With stripes, that Mercy, with a bleeding beart,
Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast,
Then what is mao! And what map seeing this,
And having Ituman feelings, does pot blush
And hang his head, to think himself a man?
I would not have a slave to till any ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That sinews brought and sold have ever eara'd.
No: dear as freedom is, and in my heart's
Just estimation, priz'd above all price;
I had much rather be myself the slave,
And wear the boods, than fasten them op him.
We have no slaves at home-then why abroad ?
And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave
That paris us, are emancipate and lous'd.
Slaves cannot breathe in Englaod : ii their lungs
Receiçe our air, that moment they are free;
They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud
And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then,
And let it circulate through ev'ry vein
Of all your empire: that where Britain's power
Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too. COWPER




The morning in suminer. The meek.ey'd morn appears, mother of dews, At first faini gleaming in the dappled east; Till far o're ether spreads the wid'ning glow; And from before the lustre of her face White break the clouds a way. With quicken'd step Brown night relires : young day pours in apace,

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