Whilst this grand chorus fhakes the skies "Above, beneath the fun, "Through boundlefs age, by men, by gods, "Jehovah's will be done "Tis done in heaven; whence headlong hurl'd And muft from earth be banish'd too, Madam! felf-will inflicts your pains : Which deepens all the dismal shades, Your debt to nature fully paid, You know, that virtue's bafis lies Why mourn the dead? you wrong the grave, From ftorm that fafe refort; We are ftill toffing out at fea, Our admiral in port. Was death deny'd, this world, a scene. How difmal and forlorn! To death we owe, that 'tis to man A bleffing to be born; When When every other bleffing fails, Or, ftorm'd by fudden blafts of fate, How happy! that no ftorm, or time, Of death can rob the just! None pluck from their unaching heads Well-pleas'd to bear heaven's darkest frown, 'Tis noble chemistry to turn Neceffity to joy. Whate'er the colour of my fate, What ample caufe! triumphant hope! O rich eternity! I start not at a world in flames, Charm'd with one glimpse of thee: And thou! its great inhabitant! The void of joy' (with fome concern The truth fevere I tell) Is an impenitent in guilt, 3 Weigh Weigh this, ye pupils of Voltaire ! From joyless murmur free; Or, let us know, which character Refign, refign: this leffon none A crown has been refign'd by more, Than have refign'd the will Though will refign'd the meaneft makes Superior in renown, And richer in celestial eyes, Than he who wears a crown; Hence, in the bofom cold of age, Our thoughts in life's December freeze, First! greatest! beft! grant what I wrote For others, ne'er may rife To brand the writer; thou alone Canft make our wisdom wife; And how unwife! how deep in guilt! How infamous the fault! "A teacher thron'd in pomp of words, "Indeed, beneath the taught !" VOL. III. L * Page 87. Means Means most infallible to make And, with inftructions most divine, O for a clean and ardent heart, Thy praise, begun on earth, to found How cold is man? to him how hard "Which yet he-most esteems." What fhall we fay, when boundless blifs Of rationals is blind? Of human nature ne'er too high ON |