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To each unthinking being, heav'n a friend, Gives not the useless knowledge of its end :: To man imparts it; but with such a view
As, while he dreads it, makes him hope it too;
The hour conceal'd, and so remote the fear,
Death still draws nearer, never seeming near.
Great standing miracle ! that heay’n assign'd
2. Whether with reason or with instinct. blest,
Know, all enjoy the pow'r which suits them best;
Cares not for service, or but serves when prest,
Stays till we call, and then not often near; ;
But honest instinct comes a volunteer,
Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit;
This too serves always, reason never long;
One in their nature, which are two in ours;
And reason raise o'er instinct as you can,
In this 'tis God directs, in that 'tis man.
Who taught the nations of the field and wood To shun their poison, and to chuse their food? Prescient the tides or tempests to withstand, Build on the wave, or arch beneath the sand?
Who made the spider parallels design,
Sure as Demoivre, without rule or line?
Who bids the stork, Columbus-like, explore
Heav'ns not his own, and worlds unknown before?
Who calls the council, states the certain day, Who forms the phalanx, and who points the way?
3. God, in the nature of each being, founds proper bliss, and sets its
But as he fram'd a whole, the whole to bless,
And creature link'd to creature, man to man.
Whate'er of life all quick’ning ether keeps,
Or breathes thro' air, or shoots beneath the deeps,
Or pours profuse on earth, one nature feeds
The vital flame, and swells the genial seeds.
Not man alone, but all that roam the wood,
Or wing the sky, or roll along the flood,
Each sex desires alike, 'till two are one.
Nor ends the pleasure with the fierce embrace;
Thus beast and bird their common charge attend,
The mothers nurse it, and the sires defend;
young dismiss'd, to wander earth or air, There stops the instinct, and there ends the care:
The link dissolves, each seeks a fresh embracc,
Another love succeeds, another race,
A longer care man's helpless kind demands;
With choice we fix, with sympathy.we burn;
Still as one brood, and as another rose,
These nat'ral love maintain’d, habitual those:
The last scarce ripen'd into perfect man,
4. Nor think in Nature's state they blindly trod;