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Nay, do not shudder at my tale;
'Though dark the shades, yet safe the vale.
This path the best of men have trod;
And who'd decline the road to God?
Oh! 'tis a glorious boon to die!
This favour can't be priz’d too high.”
While thus she spoke, my looks express’d
The raptures kindling in my breast;
My soul a fix'd attention gave ;
When the stern Monarch of the grave
With haughty strides approach'd-amaz'd
I stood, and trembled as I gaz'd.
The seraph calm’d each anxious fear,
And kindly wip'd the falling tear ;
Then hastend with expanded wing
To meet the pale terrific king.
But now what milder scenes arise !
The tyrant drops his hostile guise ;
He seems a youth divinely fair,
In graceful ringlets waves his hair ;
His wings their whit’ning pluines display,
His burnish'd plumes reflect the day;
Light flows his shining azure vest,
And all the angel stands confess'd.
I view'd the change with sweet surprise ;
And, Oh! I panted for the skies;
Thank'd heav'n, that e'er I drew
breath; And triumph'd in the tloughts of death..
The Vanity of Wealth.
No more thus brooding a'er yon heap,
With av'rice painful vigils keep;
Still unenjoyd the present store,
Still endless sighs are breath'd for morex
0! quit the shadow, catch the prize,
Which not all India's treasure buys!
To purchase heav'n bas gold the pow'r a
Can gold remove the mortal hour.
In life can love be bought with gold
Are friendship's pleasures to be sold?
No; all that's worth a wish, a thought,
Fair virtue gives unbrib’d, unbought.
Cease then on trash thy hopes to bind ;
Let nobler views engage thy mind. DR. JOHNSON.
Nothing formed ir Vain. LET no presuming impious railer tax Creative wisdoin, as if aught was form’d In vain, or not for admirable ends. Shall little haughty ignorance pronounce His works unwise, of which the smallest part Exceeds the varrow vision of her mind ? As if, upon a full proportion'd dome, On swelling colamus heav'd the pride of art! A critic ily, whose feeble ray scarce sprearls An inch around, with blind presumption bold, Should dare to tax the structure of the whole. And lives the man, whose universal eye Has swept at once th' unbounded scheme of things; Mark'd Their dependence so, and firm accord, As with unfalt'ring accent to conclude, That this availeth nought ? Has any seen The mighty chain of beings, less’ning doorn From infinite perfection to the brink Of dreary nothing, desolate abyss ! From which astonish'd thought, recoiling, turns ? Till then alone let zealous praise ascend, And hymns of holy wonder, to that power, Whose wisdom shines as lovely in our minds, As on our smiling eyes lois servant sun.
Of all the causes, which conspire to blind
Man's erring judgment, and misguise the mind,
What the weak head with strongest bius rules,
Is pride, the never failing vice of fools.
Whatever nature has is worth deny’d,
She gives in large reeruits of needful pride!
For, as in bodies, thus in souls, we find
What wants in blood and spirits, swelld with wind
Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence,
And fills up all the mighty void of sense.
If once right reason drives that cloud
'Truth breaks upon us with resistless day.
Trust not yourself; but, your defects to know
Make use of ev'ry friend, and ev'ry foe.
A little learning is a dangerous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring;
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain;
And drinking largely sobers us agaiii.
Fir'd at first sight with what the muse impartsy
In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts,
While, from the bounded level of our mind,
Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind;
But, more advanc'd behold, with strange surprise,
New distant scenes of endless science rise !
So pleas'd at first the tow'ring Alps we try,
Mount o’er the vales, and seein to tread the sky;
Th’ eternal snows appear already past,
And the first clouds and mountains seem the last :
But, those attain’d, we tremble to survey
The growing labours of the lengthen'd way;
Th' increasing prospect tires our wand'ring eyes ;
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise. POPE
Cruelty to Brutes censured. I would not enter on my list of friends, (Though grac'd with polish'd manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility,) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. An inadvertent step may crash the snail, That crawls at evening in the public path; But he that has humanity, forewarn’d, Will tread aside, and let the reptile live. The creeping vermin, loathsome to the sight, And chargʻd perhaps with venom, that iutrudes A visitor unwelcome into scenes Sacred to neatness and repose, th' alcove, The chamber, or refectory, may die. Ą necessary act incurs no blame,
Not so, when held within their proper bounds,
And guiltless of offence, they range the air,
Or take their pastime in the spacious field:
There they are privileg'd. And he that hunts
Or harms them there, is guilty of a wrong ;
Disturbs th’ economy of nature's realm,
Who, when she form’d, design’d them an abode.
The sum is this; if man's convenience, health,
Or safety, interfere, his rights and claims
Are paramount, and must extinguish theirs.
Else they are all, the meanest things that are,
As free to live and to enjoy that life,
As God was free to form them at the first,
Wbo, in his sovereign wisdom, made them all.
Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons
To love it too. The spring time of our years
Is soon dishonour'd and defil'd in most,
By budding ills that ask a prudent hand
To check them. But alas! none sooner shoots
If unrestrain’d into luxuriant growtli,
Than cruelty, most dev’lish of them all.
Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule
And righteous limitation of its act,
By whicli heav'n moves in pard’ning guilty man ;
And he that shows none, being ripe in years,
And conscious of the outrage he commits,
Shall seek it, and not find it in his turn.
A Paraphrase on the latter Part of the 6th Chapter of St.
When my breast labours with oppressive care,
And o'er my cheek descends the falling tear ;
While all my warring passions are at strife,
Oh ! let me listen to the words of life!
Raptures deep felt his doctrine did impart,
And thus he rais’d from earth the drooping heart.
66 Think not, when all your scanty stores afford
Is spread at once upon the sparing board ;
Think not, when worn the homely robe appears,
While on the roof the howling tempest bears';
What farther shall this feeble life sustain,
And what shall clothe these shiy'ring limbs again..
Say, does not life its nourishment exceed ?
And the fair body its investing weed ?
Behold! and look away your low despair
See the light tenants of the barren air :
To them, wer stores, nor granaries, belong;
Nought, but the woydland, and the pleasing song;
Yet your kind heavenly Fatber bends his eye
On the least wing that flits along the sky.
To him they sing, when spring renews the plain.
To him they cry, in winter's pinching reign;
Nor is their music, nor their plajot in vain;
He hears the gay, and the distressful call;
And with unsparing bounty fills them all.
6 Observe the rising lily's snowy grace ;
Observe the various vegetable race ;
They neither toil nor spin but careless grow;
Yet see how.warm they blush ! how bright they glor!
What regal vestments can with them compare !
What king so shining! or what queen 80 fair!
“ If ceaseless, thus, the fowls of heaven he feeds;
If o'er the fields such lucid robes he spreads ;
Will he not care for you, ye faithless, say ?
Is he unwise ? or are ye less than they?
The Death of a good Man a strong Incentive to Virtue.
The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk. of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heav’n. Fly, ye profane! if not, draw near with awe, Receive the blessing, and adore the chance, That threw in this Bethesda your disease : If unrestor’d by this, despair your cure. For, here, resistess demonstration dwells; A death-bed's a detector of the heart. Here tir'd dissimulation drops her mask,
Through life's grimace that mistress of the scene! Here real and apparent are the same. You see the mau; yon see his hold on heav'n, If sound his virtue, as Philander's sound. Heaven waits not the last moment ; owns her friends On this side deatlu; and points them out to men ;