And yet be bold, O man, divine thou art, And of the gods celestial essence part. Nor sacred nature is from thee conceal’d, But to thy race her my fick rules reveald. These if to know thou happily attain, Soon shalt thou perfect be in all that I ordain. Thy wounded soul to health thou shalt re

store, And free from ev'ry pain she felt before.

Abstain, I warn, from meats unclean and

foul, So keep thy body pure, so free thy soul ; So rightly judge ; thy reason so maintain ;) Reason which heav'n did for thy guide or- į

dain, Let that belt reafon ever hold the rein. .

Then if this mortal body thou forsake, And thy glad flight to the pure æther take, Among the gods exalted halt thou shine, Immortal, incorruptible, divine: The tyrant Death, securely shalt thou brave, And scorn the dark dominion of the grave.

Pope's UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

PATHER of all! in ev'ry age,
1 In ev'ry clime ador'd,
By laint, by savage, and by Tage,

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !
Thou great first Cause, least understood :

all my senfe confin'd

Who all my seni

To know but this, that thou art good,

And that myself am blind; Yet gave me, in this dark estate,

To see the good from ill;
And binding nature fast in fate,

Left free the human will.
What conscience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do,
This teach me more than hell to thun,

That, more than heav'n pursue.
What blesings thy free bounty gives,

Let me not cast away;
For God is pay'd when man receives :

T' enjoy is to obey...
Yet not to earth's contracted span

Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think thee Lord alone of man,

When thousand worlds are round:
Let not this weak unknowing hand

Presume thy bolts to throw,
And deal damnation round the land,

On each I judge thy foe :
If I am right, oh teach my heart

Still in the right to stay;
If I am wrong, thy grace im part

To find that better way.
Save me alike from foolish pride,

Or impious discontent,
At ought thy wisdom has deny'd,

Or ought thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's woe;

To hide the fault I fee; That mercy I to others show,

That mercy fhow to me. .. Mean tho I am, not wholly so, --· Since quicken'd by thy breath,

Oh lead me wheresoe’er I go,

Thro this day's life or death :
This day be bread and peace my lot :

All else beneath the sun
Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not;:

And let thy will be done.
To thee whofe temple is all space,

Whose altar, earth, sea, skies,
One chorus let all being raise !

All nature's incense rise: !..

· Ode on SOLITUDE.

L ÆPPY the man, whose with and care 11 A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air,

In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with

bread,

Whose flocks supply him with attire, · Whose trees in summer yield him shade,

In winter fire. Bleft, who can unconcern’dly find;

Hours, dàys, and years side fóft away, In health of body, peace of mind,

Quiet by day, Sound Deep by night; study and ease,

Together mixt; sweet recreation ; And innocence, which most does please,

With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,

Thus unlamented. let me die,
Steal from the world, and not a stone

Tell where I lie..

To know but this, that thou art good,

And that myself am blind; Yet gave me, in this dark estate,

To see the good from ill;
And binding nature fast in fate,

Left free the human will.
What conscience dictates to be done,

Or warns me not to do,
This teach me more than hell to shun,

That, more than heav'n pursue.
What blessings thy free bounty gives,

Let me not cast away ;
For God is pay'd when man receives:

T' enjoy is to obey.
Yet not to earth's contracted span

Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think thee Lord alone of man,

When thousand worlds are round:
Let not this weak unknowing hand

Presume thy bolts to throw,
And deal damnation round the land,

On each I judge thy foe :
If I am right, oh teach my heart

Still in the right to stay;
If I am wrong, thy grace im part

To find that better way.
Save me alike from foolish pride,

Or impious discontent,
At ought thy wisdom has deny'd,

Or ought thy goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's woe;

To hide the fault I fee; : That mercy I to others show,

That mercy Thow to me. . Mean tho' I am, not wholly so, · Since quicken'd by thy breath,

Oh lead me wheresoe'er I go,
...Thro’ this day's life or death:
This day be bread and peace my lot :

All else beneath the sun
Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not;,

And let thy will be done..
To thee whose temple is all space,

Whose altar, earth, sea, skies,
One chorus let all being raise !

All nature's incense rise! ...

. Ode on SOLITUDE.

TTÄ PPY the man, whose with and care 11 A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air,

In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with

bread,

Whose stocks supply him with attire, · Whose trees in summer yield him shade,

; In winter fire. Bleft, who can unconcern’dly find;

Hours, days, and years side foft away,. In health of body, peace of mind,

Quiet by day, Sound seep by night ; study and ease,

Together mixt; sweet recreation ; And innocence which most does please,

With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,

Thus unlamented. let me die,
Steal from the world, and not a stone

Tell where I lie..