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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 can't not see ;
All Discord, Harmony, not underflood;
All partial Evii, universal Good:
And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite,
One truth is clear, WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT.


CHAP. XIV. THE ORIGIN OF SUPERSTITION AND TYRANNY, Whofirk taught fouls enslav'd, and realms undene, 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 Superftition taught the tyrant awe, Then shar'd the Tyranny, then lent it aid, And Gods of Conqu’rors, Slaves of Subjects made: She'inidst the light'nings blaze, and thunder's found, When rock'd the mountains, and when groan'd the ground, She, taught the weak to bend, the proud to pray, To Pow'r 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 the blest abodes; 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 conceive,
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 seem'd th' ethereal vault no more ;

marble then, and reek?d with gore:
Then first the Flamen tasted living food ;
Next his grim idol, smeard with human blood;
With Heav'n's own thunders fhook the world below,
And play'd the God an engine on his foe.

So drives Self-love, thro' just and thro' unjust,
To one man's pow's, 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 fafety must his liberty restrain :
All join to guard what each desires to gain.
Forc'd 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,
Foll’wer of God, or friend of human-kind,
Poet or patriot, rose but to restore
The Faith and Moral, Nature


before ; Re-lum'd her ancient light, not kindled new If not God's image, yet his Shadow drew;


Taught Pow'rs due we to People and to Kings,
Taught nor to slack, nor strain its tender strings,.
The less, or greater, fet so jusly true,
That touching one must strike the other too ;;
Till jarring int’reits, of themselves create
Th’according music of a well-mix'd State.
Such is the world's great harmony, that springs
From Order, Uniori, full Consent of things :
Where small and great, where weak and mighty, made
To serve, not suffer-strengthen, not invade;
More pow'rful each as needful to the rest,
And, in proportion as it bleffes, bleft; one point, and to one centre bring
Beaft, Man, or Angel, Servant, Lord, or King.

For Forms of Government let fools contest;
Whate'er is best adminifter?d is beft:
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 muft be false that thwart this One

great And all of God, that bless mankind or mend.

Man, like the gen'rous vine, supported lives ;
The strength 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 confiftent 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,


End ;



ON HAPPINESS. Oh Happiness ! our being's end and aim ! Good, Pleasure, Ease, Content ! whate'er thy name : That something ftill which prompts the eternal ligh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die; Which still fo 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 ? Fair op'ning to some court's propitious shine, Or deep with di’monds in the faming mine, Twin'd with the wreaths Parnaffian laurels yield, Or reap'd in iron harvests of the field ? Where grosvs ? - where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil : Fix'd to no {pot is. Happiness fincere; '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. Aík of the learn'd she 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 funk to beafts, find pleasure end in pain; Some swell'd to gods, confefs. ev'n Virtue vain; Or indolent, to each extreme they fall, To trust in ev'ry thing, or doubt of all.

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


Take Nature's path, and mad opinions leave; All fates can reach it, and all heads conceive; Obvious her goods, in no extreme they dwell; There needs but thinking right, and meaning well; And mourn our various portions as we please, Equal is Common Sense, and Common Ease.

Remember, Man, “ the Universal Cause “ Acts not by partial, but by gen’ral laws!" And makes what Happiness we justly call, Subsist not in the good of one, but all. There's not a blessing individuals find, But some way leans and hearkens to the kind: No Bandit fierce, no Tyrant mad with pride, No cavern'd Hermit, rests self-satisfy'd : Who most to fhun or hate mankind pretend, Seek an admirer, or would fix a friend : Abstract what others feel, what others think, All pleasures ficken, and all glories fink: Each has his share; and who would more obtain, Shall find, the pleasure pays, not half the pain.

Order is Heav'n's first law, and this confest, Some are, and must be, greater than the rest, More rich, more wise; but who infers from hence That such are happier, shocks all common sense. Heav'n to mankind impartial we confess, If all are equal in their Happiness : But mutual wants this Happ iness increase; All Nature's diff'rence keeps all Nature's peace, Condition, circumstance, is not the thing ; Bliss is the same in subject or in king; In who obtain defence, or who defend, In him who is, or him who finds a friend :

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