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His soul proud Science never taught to stray

25 Far as the solar walk or milky way; Yet simple Nature to his hope has given, Behind the cloud-topt hill, a humbler Heaven; Some safer world in depth of woods embraced, Some happier island in the watery waste,

30 Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. TO BE, contents his natural desire, He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,

35 His faithful dog shall bear him company.

Go, wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense, Weigh thy opinion against Providence; Call imperfection what thou fanciest such, Say, here he gives too little, there too much: 40 Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust, Yet

cry, if man ’s unhappy, God's unjust; If man alone engross not Heaven's high care, Alone made perfect here, immortal there: Snatch from his hand the balance and the rod, 45 Re-judge his justice, be the god of God. In Pride, in reasoning Pride, our error lies ; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods. 50 Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, Aspiring to be angels, men rebel : And who but wishes to invert the laws Of ORDER, sins against the Eternal Cause.



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But most by numbers judge a poet's song,
And smooth or rough, with them, is right or wrong:
In the bright Muse, though thousand charms conspire,
Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire;
Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear,

Not mend their minds; as some to church repair,
Not for the doctrine, but the music there.
These equal syllables alone require,
Though oft the ear the open vowels tire:
While expletives their feeble aid do join, 10
And ten low words oft creep'in one dull line:
While they ring round the same unvaried chimes,
With sure returns of still expected rhymes.
Where'er you find “the cooling western breeze,"
In the next line it “whispers through the trees;” 15
If crystal streams “with pleasing murmurs creep,"
The reader's threaten'd (not in vain) with “sleep :"
Then, at the last and only couplet fraught
With some unmeaning thing they call a thought,
A needless Alexandrine ends the song,

20 That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.

Leave such to tune their own dull rhymes, and know What's roundly smooth, or languishingly slow; And praise the easy vigour of a line,

24 Where Denham's strength and Waller's sweetness join. True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance. 'T'is not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, 30
And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows;
But when loud surges lash the sounding shore,
The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar:
When Ajax strives some rock’s vast weight to throw:
The line too labours, and the words move slow: 35
Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain,
Flies o'ertheunbending corn, and skims along the main.
Hear how Timotheus' varied lays surprise,
And bid alternate passions fall and rise !
While at each change, the son of Libyan Jove
Now burns with glory, and then melts with love;
Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow,
Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow :
Persians and Greeks like turns of Nature found,
And the world's victor stood subdued by sound! 45



HYMN. THESE, as they change, Almighty Father! these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm; 5 Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles; And every sense, and every heart, is joy. Then comes thy glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent: then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year: 10 And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve,

By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales
Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined,
And spreads a common feast for all that lives. 15
In Winter awful Thou! with clouds and storms
Around Thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest rollid,
Majestic darkness ! on the whirlwind's wing
Riding sublime, Thou bidst the world adore,
And humblest Nature with thy northern blast. 20

Mysterious round! what skill, what force divine,
Deep felt, in these appear! a simple train,
Yet so delightful mix'd with such kind art,
Such beauty and beneficence combined;
Shade, unperceived, so softening into shade; 25
And all so forming an harmonious whole,
That, as they still succeed, they ravish still.
But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze,
Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty hand,
That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres; 30
Works in the secret deep; shoots, steaming, thence
The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring :
Flings from the sun direct the flaming day;
Feeds every creature; hurls the tempest forth;
And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, 35
With transport touches all the springs of life.

Nature, attend ! join, every living soul Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join; and, ardent, raise One general song! To Him, ye vocal gales, Breathe soft, whose Spirit in your freshness breathes; O, talk of Him in solitary glooms ! Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe.


And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar,

Who shake the astonish'd world, lift high to heaven
The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage.,
His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills;
And let me catch it as I muse along.
Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; 50
Ye softer floods, that lead the bumid maze
Along the vale; and thou, majestic main,
A secret world of wonders in thyself,
Sound His stupendous praise; whose greater voice
Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. 55
Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers,
In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts,
Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints :
Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave, to Him;
Breathe your


into the reaper's heart, 60
As home he goes beneath the joyous moon.
Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep
Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams,
Ye constellations, while your angels strike,
Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre.

65 Great source of day! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam His praise. The thunder rolls: be hush'd the prostrate world ; 70 While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. Bleat out afresh, ye hills : ye mossy rocks, Retain the sound: the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise ; for the Great Shepherd reigns; And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come. 75 Ye woodlands all, awake; a boundless song

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