A thousand miseries we feel, LXXV. Cloy'd with a glut of all we wish, Success, a sort of suicide, Is ruin'd by success. LXXVI. Sometimes he led me near to death, Bid Terror whisper kind advice, And taught the tomb to save. LXXVII. To raise my thoughts beyond where worlds, One day he gave, and bid the next My soul's delight resign. LXXVIII. We to ourselves, but thro' the means Of mirrors, are unknown; In this my fate can you descry No features of your own? LXXIX. And if you can, let that excuse 300 310 LXXX. In grief why deep ingulf'd? you see Uncommon grief for common fate; That Wisdom cannot bear. LXXXI. When streams flow backward to their source, And humbled flames descend, And mountains wing'd shall fly aloft, Then human sorrows end: LXXXII. But human prudence, too, must cease When sorrows domineer, When fortitude has lost its fire, LXXXIII. The pang most poignant of my life Now heightens my delight; I see a fair creation rise From Chaos and old Night. LXXXIV. From what seem'd horror and despair, The richest harvest rose, And gave me, in the nod divine, An absolute repose. LXXXV. Of all the blunders of mankind, More gross, or frequent, none, Than in their grief and joy misplac LXXXVI. But whether points all this parade? LXXXVII. Of self-perusal, science rare! Few knew the mighty gain; Learn'd prelates, self-unread, may read LXXXVIII. Self-knowledge, which from heav'n itself (So sages tell us) came, What is it but a daughter fair Of my maternal theme? LXXXIX. Unletter'd and untravell'd men An oracle might find, Would they consult their own contents, XC. Enter your bosom; there you'll find, A revelation new, A revelation personal, Which none can read but you. 340 350 360 XCI. There will you clearly read reveal'd XCII. A mighty Being! and in him A complicated friend, A father, brother, spouse; no dread Who such a matchless friend embrace, And lodge him in their heart, My short advice to you may sound Obscure, or somewhat odd, Tho' 'tis the best that man can give, "Ev'n be content with God." 370 380 XCVI. Thro' love he gave you the deceas'd; This reason fully could evince, Tho' murmur'd at by Sense. XCVII. This friend far past the kindest kind; His greatness let me touch in points XCVIII. His eye, this instant, reads your heart, This instant its most secret thoughts XCIX. Dispute you this? O stand in awe, That tear, now trickling down, he saw C. And twice ten thousand hence, if you To Reason's bound, will he behold; CT. A smile which thro' eternity 390 406 |