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Soatch from his hand the balance and the rod,
Re-judge bis justice, be the God of God.
In Pride, in reas'ning Pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.
Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes,
Men would be Angels, Angels would be Gods.
Aspiring to be Gods, if Angels fell,
Aspiring to be Angels, Men rebel :
And who but wishes to invert the laws
Of Order, sins against th' Eternal Cause.

Pope.

CHAPTER XIII.

ON THE ORDER OF NATURE.

See, through this air, this ocean, and this earth,
All matter quick, and bursting into birth.
Above, how high progressive life may go!
Around, how wide! how deep extend below!
Vast chain of Being! which from God began,
Nature ethereal, human, angel, man;
Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see,
No glass can reach ; from Infinite to thee,
From thee to nothing. On superior pow'rs
Were we to press, inferior might on ours;
Or in the full creation leave a void,
Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroy'd:
From Nature's chain whatever link you strike,
Tenih, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike,

And, if each system in gradation roll
Alike essential to th' amazing whole,
The least confusion but in one, not all
That system only, but the whole must fall.
Let earth, unbalanc'd from her orbit fly,
Planets and Suns run lawless through the sky;
Let ruling Angels from their spheres be huri'd,
Being on being wreck’d, and world on world;
Heav'n's whole foundations to their centre nod,
And Nature tremble to the throne of GOD.

All this dread Order break-for whom? for thee?
Vile worni!-Oh Madness! Pride! Impiety!

What if the foot, ordain'd the dust to tread,
Or hand to toil, aspir'd to be the head?
What if the head, the eye, or ear repin'd
To serve mere engines to the ruling mind?
Just as absurd for any part to claim
To be another, in ihis gen'ral frame:
Just as absurd to mourn the tasks or pains,
The great directing Mind of All ordains.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul :
That, chang'd through all, and yet in all the same,
Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame,
Warms in the suni, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees,
Lives through all life, extends through all extent,
Spreads undivided, operates unspent;
Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part,
As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart;
As full, as perfect, in vile Man that mourns,
As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns:
To him no high, no low, no great, no small:
He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.

Cease then, nor Orver Imperfection name:
Our

proper bliss depends on what we blame.
Know thy own point: this kind, this due degree
Of blindness, weakness, Heav'n bestows on thee.
Submit.- In this, or any other sphere,
Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear:
Safe in the hand of one disposing Pow'r,
Or in the natal, or the mortal hour.
All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee;
All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not see;
All Discord, Harmony not understood ;
All partial Evil, universal Good:
And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite,
One truth is clear, WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT,

POPE.

CHAPTER XIV.

THE ORIGIN OF SUPERSTITION AND TYRANSY:

Who first tau souls enslav'd, and realms undone,
Th' enormous faith of many made for one;
That proud exception to all Nature's laws,
T" invert the world, and counter-work its cause !
Force first made Conquest, and that Conquest, Law;
Till Superstition taught the Tyrant awe,
Then shar'd the Tyranny, then lent it aid,
And Gods of Conqu'rors, Slaves of Sulijects made :
She ʼmidst the lightning's blaze, and thunder's sound,
When rock'd the mountains, and when groau'd the ground,
She taught the weak to bend, the proud to pray,
'To Pow'rs unseen, and mightier far than they:
She, from the rending earth and bursting skies,
Saw Gods descend, and Fiends infernal rise :
Here fix'd the dreadful, there ihe blest aboles;
Fear made her Devils, and weak Hope her Gods;
Gods partial, changeful, passionate, unjust,
Whose attributes were Rage, Revenge, or Lust;
Such as the souls of cowards might conceire,
And, form'd like tyrants, tyrants would believe.
Zeal then, not Charity, became the guide;
And hell was built on spite, and heav'n on pride.
Then sacred seemd to ethereal vault no more ;
Altars grew marble liien, and reek'd with gore:
Then first the Flameu tasted living ford;
Next his grim idol smear'd with human blood;
With heav'n's own thunders shook the world below,
And play'd the God an engine on his foe.

So drives Self-love, through just and through unjust,
To one man's pow'r, ambition, lucre, lust:
The same Self-love, in all, becomes the cause
Of what restrains him, Government and Laws;
For, what one likes, if others like as well,
What serves one will, when many wills rebel?
How shall he keep, what sleeping or awake,
A weaker may surprise, a stronger take?

His safety must his liberty restrain:
All join to guard what each desires to gain.
Fored into virtue thus by self-defence,
Ev'n kings learn'd justice and benevolence:
Self-love forsook the path it first pursu'd,
And found the private in the public good.

'Twas then, the studious head or gen'rous mind,
Follow'r of God, or friend of human kind,
Poet or pairiot, rose but to restore
The Faith and Moral, Nature gave before;
Relum'd her ancient light, not kindled new;
If not God's image, yet his shadow drew:
Taught Pow'r's due use to People and to Kings,
Taught nor to slack, nor strain its tender strings,
'The less or greater, set so justly true,
That touching one must strike the other too;
Till jarring int’rests of theinselves create
Th' according music of a well-mix'd State.
Such is the world's great harmony, that springs
From Order, Union, full consent of things;
Where small and great, where weak and mighty mada
'To serve, not suffer; strengthen, not invade;
More pow'rful each as needful to the rest,
And, in proportion as it blesses, blest :
Draw to one point, and to one centre bring
Beast, Man, or Angel, Servant, Lord, or King.

For Forms of Government let fools contest;
Whate'er is best administer'd is best;
For Modes of Faith let graceless zealots fight;
His can't be wrong whose life is in the right:
In Faith and Hope the world will disagree,
But all Mankind's concern is Charity :
All inust be false that thwart this one great end;
And all of God that bless Mankind or niend.

Man, like the gen'rous vine, supported lives;
The strengih he gains is from th' embrace he gives.
On their own axis as the Planets run,
Yet make at once their circle round the Sun;
So two consistent motions act the soul;
And one regards itself, and one the whole.

Thus God and Nature link'd the gen’ral frame,
And bade Self-love and Social be the same. Pope,

CHAPTER XV.

ON HAPPINESS.

O'Happiness! our being's end and aim! Good, Pleasure, Ease, Content, whate'er thy name : That something still which prompts th' eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die; Which still so near us, yet beyond us lies, O'erlook’d, seen double, by the fool, and wise. Plant of celestial seed! if dropt below, Say, in what mortal soil thou deign’st to grow? Pair op'ning to some Court's propitious shine, Or deep with diamonds in the flaming mine? Twin'd with the wreaths Parnassian · laurels yield, Or reap'd in iron harvests of the field? Where grows?-where grows it not? If vain our toil, . We ought to blame the culture, not the soil: Fix'd to po spot is Happiness sincere, 'Tis no where to be found; or ev'ry. where; 'Tis never to be bought, but always free, And, fled from monarchs; St. JOHN; dwells with thee.

Ask of the learn'd the way: the learn’d are blind; This bids to serve, and that to shun mankind : Some place the bliss in action, some in ease, Those call it Pleasure, and Contentment these ; Some, sunk to beasts, find pleasure end in pain; Some, swelld 10 gods, confess-e'en Virtue vain : Or indolent; to each extreme they fall, To trust in every thing, or doubt of all.

Who thus detine it, say they more or less
Than this; that Happiness is Happiness?

Take Nature's path, and mad Opinion's leave:
All 'states can reach it, and all heads conceive;
Obvious her goods, in iso extreme they dwell;
There needs but thinking right, and meaning well;
And mourn our var

portions as we please, Equal is Common Sense, and Common Ease.

Reniember, Man, “The Universal Cause * Acts not by partial, but by gep'ral laws;"

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