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At once his own bright prospect to be blest,
And strongest motive to assist the rest.
Self-love thus push'd to social, to divine,
Is this too little for the boundless heart?
Extend it, let thy enemies have part:
Must rise from individual to the whole.
Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake,
As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake,
Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace;
His country next; and next all human race;
Come then, my friend! my genius! come along,
To fall with dignity, with temper rise ;
grave gay, from lively to severe; Correct with spirit, eloquent with ease, Intent to reason, or polite to please.
Oh! while along the stream of time thy name
my little bark attendant sail,
Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale?
When statesmen, heroes, kings, in dust repose, Whose sons shall blush their fathers were thy foes, Shall then this verse to future age pretend
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend? That, urg'd by thee, I turn’d the tuneful art From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart; For wit's false mirror held up nature's light;
Shew'd erring pride, whatever is---is RIGHT;
Deo opt. max.
Father of All! in ev'ry age,
In ev'ry clime ador'd,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !
Thou Great First Cause, least understood :
Who all my sense confin'd
To know but this, that thou art good,
And that myself am blind;
Yet gave me in this dark estate,
To see the good from ill;
And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
This teach me more than hell to shun,
That, more than heav'n pursue. What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away;
For God is paid when: man receives:
T' enjoy is to obey.
Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round.