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For hard's the task the daubing to pervade
Folly and fraud on Truth's fair form have laid;
Yet let that task be ours; for great the prize ; it.
Nor let us Truth's celestial charms despise, muud
Because that priests, or poets may disguise.
That there's a God from Nature's voice is cleargıxa
And yet what errors to this truth adhere?
How have the fears and follies of mankind
Now multiply'd their Gods, and now subjoin'd }
To each the frailties of the human mind! is set
Nay superstition spread at length so wide,
Beasts, birds, and onions too were deify'd....
Th’Athenian fage revolving in his mind This weakness, blindness, madness of mankind, Foretold, that in maturer days, though late, When Time should ripen the decrees of Fate, A Some God would light us; like the rising day, : Through error's maze, and chase these clouds away, Long since has Time fulfillid this great decree, And brought us aid from this Divinity.
Well worth our search discoveries may be made a By Nature, void of the celestial aid : Let's try what her conjectures then can reach, Nor scorn plain Reason, when she deigns to teach.
That mind and body often sympathize
Is plain ; Tuch is this union Nature ties :
But then as often too they disagree,
Which proves the foul's superior progeny.
Sometimes the body in full strength we find,
Whilft various ails debilitate the mind;
At others, whilst the mind its force retains,
The body links with fickness and with pains :
Now did one common fate their beings end,
Alike they'd ficken, and alike they'd mend.
But sure experience, on the slightest view,
Shews us, that the reverse of this is true ;
For when the body oft expiring lies,
Its limbs quite senseless, and half clos'd its eyes,
The mind new force, and eloquence acquires,
And with prophetic voice the dying lips inspires.
Of like materials were they both compos’d,
How comes it, that the mind, when sleep has clos'd
Each avenue of sense, expatiates wide
Her liberty restor'd, her bonds unty'd ?
And like some bird who from its prison flies,
Claps her exulting wings, and mounts the skies.
Grant that corporeal is the human mind,
It must have parts in infinitum join'd;
And each of these must will, perceive, design,
And draw confusedly in a different line ;
Which then can claim dominion o'er the rest,
Or stamp the ruling passion in the breast ?
Perhaps the mind is form’d by various arts
Of modelling, and figuring these parts;
Just as if circles wiser were than squares;
But surely common sense aloud declares
That site, and figure are as foreign quite
From mental pow'rs, as colours black or white.
Allow that motion is the cause of thought,
With what strange pow'rs must motion then be fraught?
Reason, sense, science, must derive their source
From the wheel's rapid whirl, or pully's force;
Tops whip’d by school-boys fages must commence, 7
Their hoops, like them, be cudgeld into sense,
And boiling pots o’erflow with eloquence.
Whence can this very motion take its birth ?
Not sure from matter, from dull clods of earth ;
But from a living spirit lodg’d within,
Which governs all the bodily machine :
Just as th’ Almighty Universal Soul
Informs, directs, and animates the whole.
Cease then to wonder how th' immortal mind .
Can live, when from the body quite disjoind;
But rather wonder, if she e'er could die,
So fram’d, fo fashion'd for eternity;
Self-mov'd, not form’d of parts together ty’d,
Which time can diffipate, and force divide ;
For beings of this make can never die,
Whose pow’rs within themselves, and their own essencelie.
If to conceive how any thing can be
From shape abstracted and locality
Is hard; what think you of the Deity?
His Being not the least relation bears,
As far as to the human mind appears,
To shape, or size, fimilitude or place,
Cloath'd in no form, and bounded by no space.
Such then is God, a Spirit pure refin’d
From all material dross, and such the human mind..
For in what part of esience can we fee .
More certain marks of Immortality ?
Ev'n from this dark confineinent with delight.
She looks abroad, and prunes herself for fight;
Like an unwilling inmate longs to roam :
From this dull earth, and seek her native home.
Go then forgetful of -its-toil and strife, : ; ? Pursue the joys of this fallacious life store Like some poor dy, who lives but for a day, Sip the fresh dews, and in the sunshine play, } And into nothing then diffolve away, . : non Are these our great pursuits, is this to live? These all the hopes this much-lov'd world can give!, How much more worthy envy is their fate, ... Who search for truth in a superior ftate! Not groping step by Itep, as we pursues: 1, "...n ) And following reason's much entangled clue, L But with one great, and instantaneous view.. .]
But how can senfe remain, perhaps you'll say, : 2 . Corporeal organs if we take away, Sinceit from them proceeds, and withthem must decay?) Why not? or why may not the soul receivę ..:T New organs, since ev'n art can these retrieve? The filver trumpet aids th” obstructed ear, And optic glasses the dim eye can clear; . These in mankind new faculties create, : ...... And lift him far above his native state; Call down revolving planets from the sky,
. Earth's secret treasures open to his eye, .. . M
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