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Though man sits still, and takes his ease; Consummate love! the list how large
God is at work on man;

Of blessings from thy hand!
No means, no moment unemploy'd,

To banish sorrow, and be blest, To bless him, if he can.

Is thy supreme command. But man consents not, boldly bent

Are such commands but ill obey'd? To fashion his own fate;

Of bliss, shall we complain? Man, a mere bungler in the trade,

The man, who dares to be a wretch, Repents his crime too late ;

Deserrés still greater pain. Hence loud laments : let me thy cause,

Joy is our duty, glory, health ; Indulgent Father! plead;

The sunshine of the soul; Of all the wretches we deplore,

Our best encomium on the power Not one by thee was made.

Who sweetly plans the whole : What is thy whole creation fair?

Joy is our Eden still possess'd : Of love divine the child;

Be gone, igooble grief! Love brought it forth; and, from its birth,

T is joy makes gods, and men exalts, Has v'er it fondly smild:

Their nature, our relief; Now, and through periods distant far,

Relief, for man to that must stoop,

And his due distance know;
Long ere the world began,
Heaven is, and has in travail been,

Transport's the language of the skies,
Its birth the good of man;

Content the style below.

Content is joy, and joy in pain Man holds in constant service bound

Is joy and virtue tov; The blustering winds and seas;

Thus, whilst good present we possess Nor suns disdain to travel hard

More precious we pursue : Their master, man, to please :

Of joy the more we have in hand, To final good the worst events

The more have we to come; Through secret channels run;

Joy, like our money, interest bears, Finish for man their destin'd course,

Which daily swells the sum. As 'twas for man begun.

“But how to smile; to stem the tide One point (observd, perhaps, by few)

Of nature in our veins ; Has often smote, and smites

Is it not hard to weep in jov > My mind, as demonstration strong;

What then to snrile in pains?” That Heaven in inan delights:

Victorious joy! which breaks the clouds, What's known to man of things unseen,

And struggles through a storm; Of future worlds, 'or fatt's ?

Proclaims the mind as great, as good; So much, nor more, than what to man's

And bids it doubly charm : Sublime affairs relates ;

If doubly charining in our sex, What's revelation then? a list,

A sex, by nature, bold; An inventory just

What then in yours? 't is diamond there, Of that poor insect's goods, so late

Triumphant o'er our gold. Cail'd out of night and dust.

And should not this complaint repress? What various motives to rejoice!

And check the rising sigh? To render joy sincere,

Yet farther opiate to your pain Has this no weight? our joy is felt

1 labour to supply. Beyond this narrow sphere :

Since spirits greatly damp'd distort Would we in Heaven new Heaven create,

Ideas of delight, And double its delight?

Look through the medium of a friend, A smiling world, when leaven looks dowo,

To set your notions right: How pleasing in its sight!

As tears the sight, grief dims the soul;

Its object dark appears;
Angels stoop forward from their thrones
To hear its joyful lays;

True friend: hip, like a rising sun,

The soul's horizon clears,
As incense sweet enjoy, and join,
Its aromatic praise :

A friend's an optic to the mind

With sorrow clouded o'er; Have we no cause to fear the stroke

And gives it strength of sight to see Of Heaven's avenging rod,

Redress unseen before. When we presume to counteract

Reason is somewhat rough in marı; A sympathetic God?

Extremely simooth and fair, If we resign, our patience makes

When she, io krace her manly strength, His rod an armless wand;

Assumes a female air:
If not, it darts a serpent's sting,
Like that in Moses' band;

A friend 3 yon have, and I the same,

Whose prudent, soft address Like that, it swallows up whatc'er

Will bring to life those healing thoughts Earth's vaio magicians bring,

Which died in your distress;
Whose baffled arts would boast below
Of joys a rival spring,

3 Vrs. Montague. VOL. Xll.

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That friend, the spirit of my theme

This revolution, fix'd by fate, Extracting for your ease,

In fable was foretold; Will leave to me the dreg, in thoughts

The dark prediction puzzled wits, Too common; such as these :

Nor could the learn'd unfold: Let those lament, to whom full bowls

But as those ladies'5 works I read, Of sparkling joys are given;

They darted such a ray, That triple bane inebriates life,

The latent sense burst out at once, linbitters death, and hazards Heaven:

And shone in open day : Woe to the soul at perfect ease!

So burst, full ripe, distended fruits, it is brewing perfect pains;

When strongly strikes the Sun; Lull'd reason sleeps, the pulse is king;

And from the purple grape unpress'd Despotic body reigns :

Spontaneous nectars run. Have you 4 ne'er pity'd joy's gay scenes,

Pallas, ('t is said) when Jove grew dull, And deem'd their glory dark ?

Forsook his drowsy brain ; Alas! poor Envy! she's stone-blind,

Apd sprightly leap'd into the throne And quite mistakes her mark:

Of wisdom's brighter reign; Her mark lies bid in sorrow's shades,

Her helmet took; that is, shot rays But sorrow well subdued ;

Of formidable wit; And in proud fortune's frond defy'd

And lance-or, genius most acute, By meek, unborrow'd good.

Which lines inmortal writ; By resignation; all in that

And gorgon shield, -or, power to fright A double friend may find,

Man's folly, dreadful shone, A wing to Heaven, and, while on Earth,

And many a blockhead (easy change !) The pillow of mankind :

Turn'd, instantly, to stone. On pillous void of down, for rest

Our authors male, as, then, did Jove, Our restless hopes we place ;

Now scratch a damag'd head, When bopee of Heaven lie warm at heart,

And call for what once quarter'd there, Our hearts repose in peace:

But find the goddess fled. The peace, which resignation yields,

The fruit of knowledge, golden fruit ! Who feel alone can guess;

That once forbidden tree, 'T is disbeliev'd by murinuring minds,

Herlg'd-in by surly man, is now They must conclude it less :

To Britain's daughters free: The loss, or gain, of that alone

In Eve (we know) of fruit so fair Have we to hope, or fear;

The noble thirst began; That fate controls, and can invert

And they, like her, have caus'd a fall, The seasons of the year:

A fall of fame in man : O! the dark days, the year around,

And since of genius in our sex, Of an impriient mind!

O Addison! with thee Through clouds, aad storms, a summer breaks, The sun is set ; how I rejoice To shine on the resign’d :

This sister lamp to see! Wbile man by that of every grace,

It sheds, like Cynthia, silver beams And virtue, is possess'd;

On man's nocturnal state; Foul vice ber pandırmonium builds

Ilis lessen'd light, and languid powers, In the rebellious breast;

I show, whilst I relate.
Dy resignation we defeat

The worst that can annoy ;
And suffer, with far more repose,

Than worldlings can enjoy.

But what in either sex, beyond From small experience this I speak;

All paitų, our glory crowns ? 0! grant to those I love

“ In ruilling seasons to be calm, Experience fuller far, ye powers,

And smile, when fortune frowns." Who form our fates above!

Heaven's choice is safer than our ownl; My love where due, if not to those

Of ages past inquire, Who, leaving grandeur, came

What the most formidable fate? To shine on age in mean recers,

" To have our own desire.And light me to iny theme !

If, in your wrath, the worst of foes A theme themselves! A theme, bow rare!

You wish extremely ill;
The charms, which they display,

Expose him to the thunder's stroke,
To triumph over captive heads,
Are sui in bright array:

Or that of his own will.

What numbers, rosbing down the steez With his own arins proud man's o'ercome,

Of inclination strong, His boasted laurels die:

Have perish'd in their ardent wish! Learning and genius, wiser grown,

Wish ardent, ever wrong! To female busoms fly.

• 4 Mrs. Montague.

5 Mrs. Montague. Mrs. Carter.


sT is resignation's full reverse,

Haaste, then, O Resignation! haste, Most wrong, as it implies

'Tis thine to reconcile Errour most fatal in our choice,

My foe, and me; at thy approach, Detachment from the skies.

My foe begins to smile : By closing with the skies, we make

O! for that summit of my wish, Omnipotcnce our own ;

Whilst here I draw my breath, That done, how formidable ill's

That promise of eternal life, Whole army is o'erthrown!

A glorious smile in death : No longer impotent, and frail,

What sight, Heaven's azure arch beneath, Ourselves above we rise :

Has most of Heaven to boast We scarce believe ourselves below!

The man resign'd; at once serene, We trespass on the skies!

And giving up the ghost. The Lord, the soul, and source of all,

At Death's arrival they shall smile, Whilst man enjoys his ease,

Who, not in life o'er gay, Is executing human will,

Serious and frequent thought send out In earth, and air, and seas ;

To meet himn on his way : Beyond us, what can angels boast?

My gay coerals! (such there are) Archangels what require ?

If happiness is dear; Whate'er below, above, is done,

Approaching death's alarming day Is done as----we desire.

Discreetly let us fear : What glory this for man so mean,

The fear of death is truly wise, Whose life is but a span!

Till wisdom can rise higher; This is meridian majesty!

And, arm'd with pious fortitude, This, the sublime of man !

Death dreaded once, desire : Beyond the boast of pagan song

Grand climacteric vanities My sacred subject shines !

The vainest will despise; And for a foil the lustre takes

Shock’d, when beneath the snow of age Of Rome's exalted lines.

Man immaturely dies : “ All, that the Sun surveys, subdued,

But am not I myself the man ? But Cato's mighty mind.”

No need abroad to roarn How grand ! most true; yet far beneath

In quest of faults to be chatis'd ; The soul of the resign’d:

What cause to blush at homne? To more than kingdoms, more than worlds, In life's decline, when men relapse To passion that gives law;

Into the sports of youth, Its matchless empire could have kept

The second child out-fools the first, Great Cato's pride in awe;

And tempts the lash of truth; That fatal pride, whose cruel point

Shall a mere truant from the grave Transfix'd his poble breast;

With rival boys engage ? Far nobler! if his fate sustain'd

His trenibling voice attempt to sing, Had left to leaven the rest;

And ape the poet's rage? Then he the palm had borne away,

Ilere, madam ! let me visit one, At distance Cæsar thrown;

My fault who, partly, shares, Put him off cheaply with the world,

And tell myself, by telling him, And made the skies his own.

What more becomes our years; What cannot resignation do ?

And if your breast with prudent zeal
It wonders can perform ;

For resignation glows,
That powerful charm, “ Thy will be done,” You will not disapprove a just
Can lay the loudest storm.

Resentment at its foes.
Come, Resignation ! then, froin fields,

In youth, Voltaire ! our foibles plead Where, mounted on the wing,

For some indulgence due; A wing of fame, best martyrs' souls

When heads are white, their thoughts and aims Ascended to their king:

Should change their colour too: Who is it calls thee? one whose need

How are you cheated by your wit ! Transcends the common size;

Old age is bound to pay, Who stands in front against a fue

By Nature's law, a mind discreet, To which none equal rise:

For joys it takes away ; In front he stands, the brink he treads

A mighty change is wrought by years, Of an eternal state;

Reversing human lot ; How dreadful his appointed post !

In age 't is bonvu” to lie hid, How strongly arm’d by faic:

'Tis praise to be forgot; His threatening foe! what shadows deep

The wise, as flowers, which spread at noon, O'erwhelm his gloomy brow!

And all their charms exposé, His dart tremendous ! at fuurscore

When evening day and shades descend, My sole asylum, thou !

Their evolutions close,

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If so,

What though your Muse has nobly soard,

May this enable couch'd Voltaire Is that our true sublime?

To see that—“All is right 9," Ours, hoary friend! is to prefer

His eye, by flash of wit struck blind, Eternity to time:

Restoring to its sight; Why close a life so justly farn'd

all's well: who much hare err'd, With such bold trash as this 6?

That much have been forgiven; This for renown? yes, such as makes

I speak with joy, with joy he'll hear, Obscurity a bliss :

“ Voltaires are, now, in Heaven."

Nay, such philanthropy divine, Your trash, with mine, at open war,

So boundless in degree, Is obstinately bent ?,

Its marvellous of Jove extends Like wits below, to sow your tares

(Stoops most profound !) to me: Of gloom and discontent:

Let others cruel stars arraign, With so much sunshine at command,

Or dwell on their distress; Why light with darkness mix?

But let my page, for mercies pour'd, Why dash with pain our pleasure? why

A grateful heart express : Your Helicon with Styx ?

Walking, the present God was seen, Your works in our divided minds

Of old, in Eden fair; Repugnant passions raise,

The God as present, by plain steps Confound us with a double stroke,

Of providential care, We shudder whilst we praise;

I behold passing through my life; A curious web, as finely wrought

His awful voice I hear;* As genius can inspire,

And, conscious of my nakedness, Froin a black bag of poison spun,

Would hide myself for fear: With horrour we admire,

But where the trees, or where the clouds,

Can cover from his sight? Mean as it is, if this is read

Naked the centre to that eye, With a disdainful air,

To which the Sun is night. I can't forgive so great a foe

As yonder glittering lamps on high To my dear friend Voltaire:

Through night illumin'd roll ; Early I knew him, early prais'd,

May thoughts of him, by wbom they shine, And long to praise bim late;

Chase darkness from my soul; His genius greatly I admire,

My soul, which reads his hand as clear Nor would deplore his fate;

In my minute affairs, A fate how much to be deplor'd!

As in bis ample manuscript At which our nature starts,

Of Sun, and Moon, and stars; Forbear to fall on your own sword,

And knows him not more bent aright To perish by your parts:

To wield that vast machine,

Than to correct one erring thought “ But great your name”-To feed on air,

In my small world within;
Were then immortals born?
Nothing is great, of which more great,

A world, that shall survive the fall
More glorious is the scorn.

Of all his wonders here;

Survive, when suns ten thousand drop,
Can fame your carcase from the worm

And leave a darken'd sphere.
Which gnaws us in the grave,
Or soul from that which never dies,

Yon matter gross, how bright it shines !

For time how great his care! Applauding Europe save?

Sure spirit and eternity But fame yon lose; good sense alone

Far richer glories share; Your idol, praise, can claim;

Let those our hearts impress, on those When wild wit murders happiness,

Our contemplation dwell; It puts to death our fame!

On those my thoughts how justly thrown, Nor boast your genius, talents bright;

By what I now shall tell : F'en dunces will despise,

When backward with attentive mind If in your western beams is miss'd

Life's labyrinth I trace, A genius for the skies;

I find him far myself beyond Your taste too fails; what most excels

Propitious to my peace : True taste must relish most!

Through all the crooked paths I trod, And what, to rival palms above,

My folly he pursued ; Can proudest laurels boast ?

My heart astray to quick return Sound heads salvation's helmet seek ,

Importunately wood; Resplendent are its rays,

Due resignation home to press Let that suffice; it needs no plume,

On my capricious will, Of sublunary praise.

How many rescues did I mcet,

Beneath the mask of ill!
6 Candide. 7 Second Part.
8 Ephes. vi. 17.

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How many foes in ambush laid

From what seem'd horrour, and despair, Beneath my soul's desire!

The richest harvest rose; The deepest penitents are made

And gave me in the nod divine By what we most admire.

An absolute repose. Have I not sometimes (real good

Of all the plunders of mankind, So little mortals know!)

More gross, or frequent, none, Mounting the summit of my wish,

Than in their grief and joy misplac'd, Profoundly plung'd in woe?

Eternally are shown.
I rarely plann'd, but cause I found

But whither points all this parade?
My plan's defeat to bless :
Oft I lamented an event ;

It says, that near you lies

A book, perhaps, yet unperus'd, It turn'd to my success.

Which you should greatly prize: By sharpen'd apperite to give

Of self-perusal, science rare ! To good intense delight,

Few kuow the mighty gain; Through dark and deep perplexities

Learn’d prelates, self-unread, may read He led me to the right.

Their Bibles o'er in vain : And is not this the gloomy path,

Self-knowledge, which from Heaven itself Which you are treading now?

(So sages tell us) came, The path most gloomy leads to light,

What is it, but a daughter fair When our proud passions bow :

Of my maternal theme? When labouring under fancy'd ill,

Unletter'd and untravel'd men My spirits to sustain,

An oracle might find, He kindly car'd with sovereign draughts Would they consult their own contents, Of unimagin’d pain.

The Delphos of the mind. Pain'd sense from fancy'd tyranny

Enter your bosom; there you 'll meet Alone can set us free;

A revelation new, A thousand miseries we feel,

A rerelation personal; Till sunk in misery.

Which none can read but you. Cloy'd with a glut of all we wish,

There will you clearly read reveal'd Our wish we relish less;

In your enlighten'd thought, Success, a sort of suicide,

By mercies manifold, through life, Is ruin'd by success :

To fresh remembrance brought, Sometimes he led me near to death,

A mighty Being! and in him And, pointing to the grave,

A complicated friend, Bid terrour whisper kind advice;

A father, brother, spouse; no dread And taught the tomb to save :

Of death, divorce, or end : To raise my thoughts beyond where worlds

Who such a matchless friend embrace, As spangles o'er us shine,

And lodge him in their heart, One day he gave, and bid the next

Full well, from agonies exempt, My soul's delight resign.

With other friends may part : We to ourselves, but through the means

As when o'erloaded branches bear Of mirrors, are unknown;

Large clusters big with wine, In this my fate can you descry

We scarce regret one falling leaf No features of your own ?

From the luxuriant vine, And if you can, let that excuse

My short advice to you may sound These self-recording lines;

Obscure or somewhat odd, A record, modesty forbids,

Though 't is the best that man can give, -Or to small bound confines :

“E'en be content with God.” In grief why deep ingulf'd? You see

Through love he gave you the deceas'd, You suffer nothing rare;

Through greater took him hence; Uncommon grief for common fate!

This reason fully could evince, That wisdom cannot bear.

Though murmur'd at by sense. When streams flow backward to their source, This friend, far past the kindest kind, Aud humbled flames descend,

Is past the greatest great ; And mountains wing'd shall fly aloft,

His greatness let me touch in points Tben human sorrows end;

Not foreign to your state; But human prudence too must cease,

His eye, this instant, reads your heart; When sorrows domincer,

A truth less obvious hear; When fortitude has losits fire,

This instant its most secret thoughts And freezes into fear :

Are sounding in his ear: The pang most poignant of my life

Dispute you this? O! stand in awe, Now heightens my delight;

And cease your sorrow; know, I see a fair creation rise

That tears now trickling down, he saw From chaos, and old night:

Ten thousand years ago;

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