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Could she thus act unless, sonic power un-Hence, without hopes to be in life repaid, known,
We plant slow oaks posterity to shade; From marier quite distinct and all her own, And hence rast pyramids aspiring high Supported and impelld her? She approves, Lift their proud heads aloft and time deff. Self conscious, and condemns;she hates and loves, llence is our love of fame; a love so strong Mourns and rejoices, hopes and is afraid, We think no dangers great, or labors long, Without the body's unrequested aid:
By which we hope our beings 10 extend, Her own internal strength her region guides; And to remouest times in glory to descend. By this she no:v compares things, now divides ; For fame the wrech beneath the gallows lieg. Truth's scatter'd fragments piece by piece collects, Disowning ev'ry crime for which he dies; Rejoins, and thence her edifice erects; Of life profuse, tenacious of a name, Piles arts on arts, effects to causes ties,
Fearless of death, and yet afraid of shame. And reais the aspiring fabric to the skies; Nature has wove into the human mind From whence, as on a distant plain below, This anxious care for names we leave behind, She sees from causes consequences flow, T'extend our narrow views beyond the tonb, And the whole chain distinctly comprehends, And give an earnest of a life to conne: Which from the Almighty's throne to earth de- For if when dead we are but dust or clay, And lastly, turning inwardly her eyes, (scends: Why think of what posterity slill say? Perceives' how all her own ideas rise :
Her praise or censure cannot us concern, Contemplates what she is, and whence she came, Nor ever penetrate the silent urn. And almost comprehends hierownamazing frame. What mean the nodding plumes, the fun'ral Can mere machines be with such pow'rs endu'd, train, Or conscious of those powřs, supposcthey cou'd! And marble monument that speaks in rain, For body is but a machine alone
With all those cases which ev'ry nation pays Mor'd byexternal force and impulse not its own. To their unfeéling dead in diff'rent ways!
Rate not the extension of the human mind Some in the flow'r-strewn gravethe corpse haveBy the plebeian standard of mankind,
laid, But by the size of those gigantic few
And annual obsequies around it paid, Whom Greece and Rome still offer to our view, As if to please the poor departed shade; Or Britain, well-deserving equal praise, Others on blazing piles the body bum, Parent of heroes too in better days.
And store their ashes in their faithful usn ; Why should I try her nunerous sons to name, But all on one great principle agree, Bv verse, law, eloquence, consign'd to fame ; To give a fancy'd immortality. Or who have forc d fair Science into sight, Wir should I mention those, whose nozy soil Long lost in darkness and afraid of lighi: Is render a fertile luy the o'erilowing Nile? O'er all-superior, like the solar
Their dead they bury not, nor burn with fires,
With these same features which in life it wore:
Persuaded the loosd soul to revions llics, Such wond'rous pow'rs as these must sure be giv'n Blest with eternal spring, and cloudless skies.. For most important purposes by Heav'n; Nor is less fam'd'the oriental wife Who bids these stars as bright cxainples shine, For stedfast virtue and contempt of life: Besprinkled thinly by the hand divine, These heroines mourn not with lond female eries To form to virtue cach degenerate time, Their hushands lost, or with o'crflowing eyes; And point out to the soul its origin sublime. But, strange to tell! their funeral piles ascend, That there's a self which after death shall live, And in the same sad Aames their sorrows.end; All are conceru'd about, and all believe; In hopes with them beneath the shades to rore, That something 's ours,when we from life depart, And Hivere renew their interrupted love. This all conceire, all feel it at the heart; in climes where Boreas breaihes ciernal cold, The wise of learn d antiquity proclaim See num'rous nations, warlike, fierce, and bold, This truth, the public voice declares the same; To battle all unanimously run, No land so rude but looks beyond the tomb Nor fire, nor sword, nor instant death they For future prospects in a world to come.
Thence this disdain of life in ev'ry breast, Of like materials were they both compos'd, But from a notion on their ininds ímprest, How comes it that the mind, when sleep has clood
Each avenue of sense, expatiates widc,; Add too to these the once-prevailing dreams Her liberty restord, her bonds unty'd ; Of sweet Elysian groves, and Stygian streams; And like some bird wlio froin its prison flies, All show with what consent mankind agree Clasps her exulting wings, and inounts the skiest In the firm hope of Immortality.
Grant that corporeal is the human mind, Grant these inventions of the crafty-priest, It must have parts in infinitum join'd; Y'ct such inventions never could subsist,', And ench of these must will, perceive, design, l'nless some glimmerings of a future state And draw confus’dly in a diff'rent line; Were with the mind cozval, and innate; Which then cau claim dominion o'er the rest, For ev'ry fiction which can long persuade, Or stamp the ruling passion in the breast? In truth must have its first foundations laid. Perhaps the mind is form’d by various arts Because we are unable to conceive
Of modelling and figuring these parts ; How unembody'd souls can act, and live, Just as if circles wiser were than squares : The vulgar give them forms, and limbs, and faces, But surely common sense aloud declares And habitations in peculiar places :
That site and figure are as foreign quite Hence reas'ners more refin't, but not more wise, From memal pow'rs, as colors black or white, Struck with the glare of such absurdities,
Allow that motion is the cause of thought, Their whole existence fabulous suspect, With what strange pow'rs must motion then be And truth and falsehood in a lump reject;
fraught! Too iudolent to learn what may be known, Reason, sense, science, must derive their source, Orelse ton proud that ignorance to own From the wheel's rapid whirl, or pulley's force; For hard 's the task the daubing to pervade Tops whipp'd by school-boys sages inust comFolly on Frand on Truth's fair form have laid:
mence, Yet let that task be ours ; for great the prize ; Their hoops, like them, be cudgel'd into sense, Nor let us Truth's celestial charms despise, And boiling pots o'erflow with eloquence, Because that priests or poets may disguise. Whence can this very motion take its birth?
That there's a God, from Nature's voice is clear; Not sure from matter, from dull clods of earth;
Th' Athenian sage, revolving in his mind But rather wonder, if she e'er could die,
essence lie. And brought us aid from this Divinity.
If to conceive how anything can be
Is hard ; what think you of the Deity?'
That mind and body often sympathise, To shape or size, similitude or place, Is plain ; such is this union Nature tics : Cloth'd in no form, and bounded by 10 space. But then as often 100 they disagree,
Such then is Goil, a Spirit pure, refin'd Which proves the soul's superior progeny. From all material druss; and such the human Sometimes the body in full strength we hind,
mind. Whilst various ails debilitate the mind; For in what part of essence can we see Al others, whilst the mind its force retains, More certain marks of Immortality? The body sinks with sickness and with pains: Ev’n from this dark confinement with delight Now did one common fate their beings end, She looks abroad, and prunes herself for flight; Alike they d sicken, and alike they ’d mend. Like an unwilling inmate longs to roam But sure experience, on the slightest view, From this dull earth, and seek her native Shows us, that the reverse of this is true;
home. For when the body oft expiring lies,
Go then, forgetful of its toil and strise, Its limbs quite senseless, and half clos'd its eyes, Pursue the joys of this fallacious life; The mind 'new force and eloquence acquires, Like some poor fly, who lives but for a day, spises. And into nothing then dissolve away.
Are these our great pursuits? Is this to live? The wretched privilege daily to deplore These all the hopes this much-lov'd world can The fuu'rals of our friends, who go before; give ?
Diseases, pains, anxieties, and cares, How much more worthy envy is their fate, And age surrounded with a thousand snares. Who search for truth in a superior state ! But whither, hurry'd by a gen'rous scorn Not groping step by step, as we pursue,
Of this vain world, ah whither ain I borne And following Reason's inuch entangled clue, Let's not unbid th' Almighty's standard quit; But with one great and instantaneous viçw. Howe'er severe our post, we must submit.
But how can sense remain, perhaps you'll say, Could I a firm persuasion once attain, Corporcal organs if we take away?
That after death no being would remain; Since it from them proceeds, and with them To those dark shades I'd willingly descend, must decay.
Where all must sleep, this drama at an end, Why not? or wliy may. not the soul receive Nor life accept, altho' renew'd by Fate New organs, since ev'r art can these retrieve? Ev'n from its earliest and its happiest state. The silver irumpet aids thi' obstructed ear, Might I from Fortune's bounieous hand receive And optic glasses the dim eye can clear; Each boon, each blessing in her pow'r to give, These in mankind new faculties create, Genius and science, inorals and good serise,, And lift hin far above his native state, Unenvy'd honors, wit, and eloquence; Coll down revolving planets from the sky, A nun'rous offspring to the world well known Earth's secret trcasures open to his eye, Buth for patemal virules, and their own 1; The whole minute creation make his own, Ei'n at this mighty price I'd not be bound With all the wonders of a worki' unknown. To tread the same Qull circle round and round;
How could the mind, did she alone depend The soul requires enjoyments more sublime, On sense, the errors of those senses mend? By space unbounded, undestroy'd by time. Yet oft, we see, those senses she corrects, And oft their information quite reject, In distances of things, their shapes, and size, God then thero' all creation gives, we find, Our reason judges better ihan our eye's. Sulficient marks of an indulgent mind, Declares not this the soul's pre-eminence Excepting in ourselves; ourselves of all Superior to, and quite distinct from sense? llis works the chief on this terrestrial ball, For sure 'tis likely, that, since nowo high His own bright image, who alone unblest Clogg'd and unfledgid she dares her wings to try, Feel ils perpetual, liappy all the rest. Loosd and mature she shall her strength display, But bold, presumptuous! charge not Heav'n's And soar at length to Truth's refulgent ray.
decree Inquire you how these pow'rs we shall attain, With such injustice, such partiality. "Tis not for us to know; our search is vain : Yet true it is, survey we late around, Can any now reinember or relate
Whole hosts of ills on ev'ry side are found; How he existed in the embryo state!
Who wound not here and there bv chance a foe, Or one from birth insensible of day
Butat the species meditate the blow. Conceive ideas of the solar rav?
What millions perish by each other's hands That light 's deny'd to hiin, which others see, In Wir's fierce rage! or by the dread commands He knows, perhaps you 'll say, --- and so do we. Of tyrants languish out their lives in chains,
The mind coniemplative tinds nothing here Orlose them in variety of pains !
them with a three-fold hate : Who leave it first, the peaceful port first gain; How many struggling in their country's cause, Hold then! nor farther launch into the main! And from their country meriting applause, Contract your sails; life nothing can bestow llare fallin by wretches foud to be enslaid, By long continuance, but continued woe; And perish'd by the hands thegiselves had s vd!
Soon as superior worth appears in view, Roast him, or flay him, break him on the whicel, See knaves and fools united to pursue !
Retract he will not, tho' he can't but feel : The man so forin'd they all conspire to blame, Pain 's not an ill, he utters with a groan; And enry's pois'nous tooth attacks his fame : Woat then? An inconvenience 'tis, he'll own: Should he ai length, so truly good and great, What vigor, health, and beauty ? are these good? Prevail, and rule with honest views the state, No; they may be accepted, not pursued : Then must he toil for an ungrateful race, Absurd to squabble thus about a name, (same. Submit to clanor, libels, and disgrace, Quibbling with diff'rent words that mean the Threaten'd, oppos’d, defeated in his ends, Stoic, were you not fraind of Aesh and blood, Byfoes seditious, and aspiring friends.
You might be blest without external good; Hear this, and tremble! all who would be great, But know, be self sufficient as you can, Yet know not what attends that dan 'rous You are not spirit quite, but frailand mortal man. wretched state.
But since these sages, so absurdly wise, Is private life from all these evils free? Vainly pretend enjoyments to despise, Vice of all kinds, rage, envy, there we see, Because externals, and in Fortune's pow'r, Deceit, that friendship’s mask insidious wears, Now mine, now thine, the blessings of an hour ; Quarrels, and feuds, and laws entangling snares Why value,then, that strength of mind they boast,
But there are pleasures still in human life, As often varying, and as quickly lost ? Domestic ease, a tender loving wite,
A head-ach huris it, or a rainy day, Children whose dawning smiles your heart en- ' And a slow sever wipes it quite away. gage,
Seeone* whose councils,onet whose conqu'ring The grace and comfort of soft-siealing age: Once sav'd Britannia's almost sinking land, li happiness exists, 'uis surely here ;
Examples of the mind's extensive pow'r ; but are these joys exempt from care and fear? Examples too how quickly fades that fow's. Need I the miseries of that state declare, Hinn let ine add, whom laie we saw excel When diff'rent passions draw the wedded pair? In each politer kind of writing well; Or say how hard those passions to discern,
Whether he strove our follies to expose
We say not that these ills from Virtue fiow; Thy tenets, Stoic, yet we may forgive,
For here the virtuous suffer inuch, 'tis plain; But 'tis our lot in this to suffer, and to sin. If pain is evil, this must God arraign ;
Observing this, some sages have decreed And on this principle confess we must,
Can such a system satisfy the mind ? This path, you say, is hid in endless night; Are both these gods in equal pow's conjoin'd, 'Tis self-conceit alone obstructs your sight; Or one superior: Equal if you say,
You stop ere half your destin'd course is run, Chaos returns, since neither will obey : And triumph when the conquest is not won : Is one superior? good or ill must reign, By this the Sophists were of old misled; (brud ! Eternal joy or everlasting pain:
See what a monstrous race froin one inisiake is Which e'er is conquer'd must entirely yield, Hear then my argument: ----Confess we must, And the victorious god enjoy the field : A God there is, supremely wise and just : Hence with these fictions of the Magi's brain? If so, however ihings affect our sight, Hence cozy Nile, with all her monstrous traia! As sings our bard, whatever is, is right,
Or comes the Stoic nearer to the right? But is it right, what here so oft appears, He holds, that whatsoever viclds delight, That Vice should iriuinph, Virtue sink ic tears? Wealth, fame, externals all, are useless things. The inference then thai closes this debate, Himself half-starving happier far than kings. Is, that there must exist a future state. Tis fine indeed to be so wond'rous wise ! The wise, extending their inquiries wide, By the same reasoning too he pain denies; See how both states are by connexion ty'd ; • Lord Somers. + Duke of Marlborough,
Fools vicw but part, and not the whole survey, And are we free from errorand distress,
Whom Heav'n with clearer light has pleas'd 10 Hence are they led to hope, but hope in vain,
bless? That Justice never will resume her reign ; Whom true Religion leads ? (for she but leads On this vain hope adulterers, thieves rely, By soft persuasion, not by force proceeds ;) And to this altar vile assasins fy.
Beliold how we avoid this radiant swn, * But rules not God by general laws divine : This profier'd guide how obstinately shun, Man's vice or virtue change not the design :' And after Sophistry's vain systems run! What laws are these? Instruct us if you can:- For these as for essentials we engage There is one design'd for brutes, and one for man, In wars and massacres with holy rage; Another guides inactive matter's course, Brothers by brothers' impious hands are slain, Attracting, and attracted by its force : Mistaken Zeal, how savage is thy reign! llence mutual gravity subsists between
Unpunishi'd vices here so much abound, Far distant worlds, and lies the vast inachine. All right and wrong, all order they coufour;
The laws of life, why need I call to mind, These are the giants who the gods defy, Obey'd by birds and beasts of ev'ry kind; And mountains heap on mountains to the sky:
all the sandy desarı's savage broods Sees this th' Almighty Judge, or seeing spares, And all the num'rous offspring of the food ? And deems the crimes of Man beneath his cares? Of these, pone uncontrol'd and lawless rove, He sees; and will at last rewards bestow, But to some destin'd end spontaneous move; And punishments, not less assur'd for being slow. Led by that instinct Hear'n itself inspires,
Nor doubt I, tho' this state confus'd appears, Or so much reason as their state requires :
That ev'n in this God sometimes interferes : See all with skill acquire their daily food, Sometimes, lestnanshould quitehis pow'rdisown, Or use those arms, which nature has bestow'd; Hemakes that pow'r to trembling nationskuown: Produce their tender progeny, and feed · But rarely this; not for each vulgar end, With care parental, whilst that care they need; As Superstition's idle tales pretend, In these lov'd offices completely blest,
Who thinks all foes to God who are her own, No bopes beyond them, nor vain fears molest, Directs his thunder, and usurps his throne.
Man o'er a wilder field extends his views; Now know I not how much a conscious mind God thro' the wonders of his works
pursues ; Avails to punish, or reward mankind; Exploring thence his attributes, and laws, Evin in this life thou, impious wretch, must feel Adores, loves, imitates th' Eternal Cause; The Fury's scourges, and th' infernal wheel; For sure in nothing we approach so nigh From man's tribunal tho' thou hop'st to run, The great example of Divinity,
ThyscIf thou canst not, nor thy conscience shun: As in benevolence: the patriot's soul 2 that must thon suffer when each dire disease, knows not self-centred for itself to roll; But warms, enlightens, animates the whole:S Consumption, fever, and the racking pain Its miglity orb embraces first his friends, 2 Of spasms, and gout, and stone, a frightfultrain! Ilis couniry next, then inan? nor here it ends, When lite new tortures can alone supply, Bit to the meanest animal descends.
Life thy sole hope thou 'li hate, yet dread to die. Vise Nature has this social law confirm'd Should such a wretch to mum'rous years arrive, By forming man so helpless, iind unarni'd : It can be little worth his while to live : His want of others' aid, and pow'r of speech No honors, no regards, hi, age attend, T'implore that aid, this lesson daily teach; Companions tly, he ne'er could have a friend; Mankind with other animals compare, His Hanterers leave him, and with wild affright Single, how weak and impotent they are ! lie loohs wiihin, and shudders at the sight: But view them in the complicated siate, When threat'ning Death uplifts his pointed dart, Their pow'rs how wond'rous, and their strength With what impatience be applies to art, how great,
Life to prolong amidst disease and pains ! When social virtue individuals joins,
Why this, if after it no sense remains ? And in one solid mass, like gravity, combines! Wly should he choose these miseries to endure, This then's the first great law by Nature gir'n, If death could grant an everlasting cure ? Staip'd on our souls, and ratify'd by Heav'n ; "Tis plain, there's something whispers in his ear, All froin utility this law approve,
(Tho'fain he'd hide it, he has much to fear. As ev'ry private bliss must spring frem social See the reverse : how happy those we find, love.
Who know by merit to engage mankind ! Why deviate the so many from this law ? Prais'd by each tongue, by ev'ry heart belov'd, See passions, custum, vice and folly draw! For virtues practis'd, and for arts improv’d: Survey the rolling globe from East to West, Their casy aspects shine with smile serene, How few, alas ! how
blest! And all is peace and happiness within : Beneath the frozen Poles, and burning Line, Their sleep is ne'er disturbid by fears or strife, What poverty and indolence combine
Nor lust, nor wine, impair the springs of life. To cloud with Error's mists the human mind! Him fortune cannot sink, or much elate, No trace of man, but in the form we find. Whose view extend beyond this mortal state,