XI. You know, that Virtue's basis lies And wiping Error's clouds away, XII. Why mourn the dead? you wrong the grave, From storm that safe resort; We are still tossing out at sea, Our admiral in port. XIII. Was death deny'd, this world a scene How dismal and forlorn! To death we owe, that 'tis to man A blessing to be born! XIV. When ev'ry other blessing fails, Or storm'd by sudden blasts of fate, XV. How happy! that no storm, or time, Of death can rob the just; None pluck from their unaching heads Soft pillows in the dust! XVI. Well-pleas'd to bear Heav'n's darkest frown, 50 60 And thou! its great inhabitant! How glorious dost thou shine! And dart thro' sorrow, danger, death, XX. The void of joy (with some concern Is an impenitent in guilt, XXI. Weigh this, ye pupils of V---taire ! Or, let us know, which character XXII. Resign, resign: this lesson none A crown has been resign'd by more XXIII. Tho' will resign'd the meanest makes Superior in renown, 90 And richer in celestial eyes Than he who wears a crown. XXIV. Hence in the bosom of cold age Is kindled a strange aim To shine in song, and bid me boast XXV. But, oh! how far presumption falls Its lofty theme below! Our thoughts in life's December freeze, XXVI. First! Greatest! Best! grant what I wrote For others, ne'er may rise To brand the writer; thou alone Canst make our wisdom wise. XXVII. And how unwise, how deep in guilt, How infamous the fault, 100 "A teacher thron'd in pomp of words, "In deed beneath the taught!" XXVIII. Means most infallibly to make The world an infidel, And with instructions most divine XXIX. O for a clean and ardent heart! O for a soul on fire! Thy praise, begun on earth, to sound XXX. How cold is man! to him how hard, (Hard what most easy seems) "To set a just esteem on that "Which yet he------most esteems," XXXI. What shall we say, when boundless bliss Is offer'd to mankind, And to that offer when a race. Of rationals is blind? XXXII. Of human nature, ne'er too high rio 120 128 ON THE DEATH OF QUEEN ANNE, AND THE ACCESSION OF KING GEORGE. Inscribed to JOSEPH ADDISON, ESQ. Secretary to their Excellencies the Lords Justices, in the SIR! I have long, and with impatience, sought And please the publick by respect to you. Tho' you, long since beyond Britannia known, 10 |