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Born 1688. Died 1744.
From 'an Essay On Man.'
[EAVEN from all creatures hides the book of Fate,
Or who could suffer being here below?
The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day,
Had he thy reason, would he skip and play?
Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food,
And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
O blindness to the future! kindly given,
That each may fill the circle marked by Heaven:
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurled,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar,
Wait the great teacher, Death; and God adore.
What future bliss, he gives not thee to know,
But gives that hope, to be thy blessing now.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is, but always to be blest:
The soul uneasy, and confined from home,
Rests and expatiates in a world to come.
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind;
His soul proud Science never taught to stray
See some strange comfort every state attend, And pride bestowed on all, a common friend: See some fit passion every age supply; Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die. Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw: Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite. Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age Pleased with this bauble still, as that before; 'Till tired he sleeps, and Life's poor play is o'er. Meanwhile opinion gilds with varying rays Those painted clouds that beautify our days: Each want of happiness by Hope supplied, And each vacuity of sense by Pride: These build as fast as knowledge can destroy; In Folly's cup still laughs the bubble, Joy; One prospect lost, another still we gain; And not a vanity is given in vain; Even mean Self-love becomes, by force divine, The scale to measure others' wants by thine. See! and confess, one comfort still must rise; 'Tis this, Though man's a fool, yet God is wise.
On The Character Of Addison.
PEACE to all such! but were there one whose fires
From 'an Elegy On An Unfortunate Lady.'
~W THAT can atone (O ever injured shade!)
And bear about the mockery of woe
So, peaceful rests, without a stone, a name,
The Universal Prayer.
FATHER of all! in every age,
Thou Great First Cause, least understood,
Who all my sense confined
And that myself am blind:
Yet gave me in this dark estate,
To see the good from ill;
Left free the human will.
What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun,
That more than heaven pursue.
What blessings thy free bounty gives
Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives:
To enjoy is to obey.
Yet not to earth's contracted span
Or think thee Lord alone of man,
Let not this weak unknowing hand
And deal damnation round the land
If I am right, thy grace impart
Still in the right to stay;
To find that better way.
Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
Mean though I am, not wholly so,
O lead me, wheresoe'er I go,