That marriage rightly understood,

Gives to the tender and the good
A paradise below.

Our babes shall richest comforts bring;
If tutor'd right they'll prove a spring
Whence pleasures ever rise;

We'll form their minds with studious care,
To all that's manly, good and fair,
And train them for the skies,

While they our wisest hours engage,
They'll joy our youth, support our age;
And crown our hoary hairs:
They'll grow in virtue ev'ry day,
And thus our fondest loves repay,
And recompense our cares.

No borrow'd fovs! they're all our own,
While to the world we live unknown,
Or by the world forgot

Monarch's! we envy not your state;
We look with pity on the great,
And bless our humbler lot,

Our portion is not larg .deed. ;
But then how little do we nee !
For nature's calls are few;

In this the art of living lies,

To want no more than may suffice,
And make that little do.

We'll therefore relish, with content,
Whate'er kind Providence has sent,
Nor aim beyond our powe

For if our stock be very

Grateful from table we'll arise,

Nor grudge our sons with envieus eyes,
The relics of our store.

Thus, hand in hand, thr ugh de we'll go ;
Its checker'd path of joy and woe,
With cautious steps we'll tread;
Quit its vain scenes without a tear,
Without a trouble or a fear,

And mingle with the dead.

While conscience like a faithful friend,
Shall through the gloomy vale attend,
And cheer our dying breath;
Shall, when all other comforts cease,
Like a kind angel whisper peace,
And smooth the bed of death.

SECTION IX.

Providence vindicated in the present state of mano
HEAV's from all creatures hides the book of fate>
All but the page prescrib'd, their present state;
From brutes what men, fr m men what spirits know
Or who could suffer being here below?

The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day,
Had he thy reason, would he skip and play?
Pleis'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food,
And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Oh blindness to the suture! kindly given,

That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven;
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,

hero perish or a sparrow fall;

oms or systems into ruin hurl'd,

And now a bubble burst, and pay a world.

Hope humbly then; witing pirions soar;

Wit the great teacher Death and

What future bliss, he gives not thee w

But gives that hope to be thy blessing now.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is, but alwaysT BE blest:
The soul uneasy, and confin'a from home,
Resis and expatiates in a life to come.

Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind
Sees God in clou's, or hears him in the wind :
His soul proud science never taught to stray
Far as the Solar Walk or Milky Way ;

Yet simple nature to his hope has given,
Behind the cloud-topt hill, a huinbler heaven ;
Some safer world in depth of wood embrac❜d,
Some happier island in the wat'ry waste;
Where slaves once more their native land behold,
No fiends torment, no christians thirst for gold.
To be, contents his natural desire ;
He asks no angel's wing, nor seraph's fire:
But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
His faithful dog shall bear him company.

Go, wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense,
Weigh thy opinion against Providence ;
Call imperfection what thou fanciest such,
Say here he gives too little there too much.
In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.
Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes,
Men would be angels, angels would be gods,
Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell,
Aspiring to be angels, men rebel;

And who but wishes to invert the laws

Of ORDER, Sins against th' ETERNAL CAUSE.

SECTION X.
Selfishness reproved.

HAS God, thou fool! work'd solely for thy good,
Thy joy, thy pastime, thy attire, thy food?
Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn,
For him as kindly spreads the flow'ry lawn.
Is it for thee the laik ascends and sings?
Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings.
Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat?
Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.
The bounding steed you pop pously bestride,
Shares with his lord the pleasure and the pride.
Is thine alone the seed that strews the plain?
The birds of heav'n shall vindicate their grain.
Thine the full harvest of the golden year

art pays, and justly, the deserving steer.
The hog, that ploughs not, nor obeys thy call,
Lives on the labours of this lord of all

Know, nature's children all divide her care;
The fur that warms a monarch, warm'd a bear.
While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!”
"See man for mine!" replies a pamper'd goose,

POPE

And just as short of reason he must fall,
Who thinks all made for oae, not one for all.

Grant that the pow'rful still the weak control;
Be man the wit and tyrant of the whole ;
Nature that tyrant checks; he only knows,
And helps another creature's wants and woes.
Say, will the falcon, stooping. from above,
Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove ?
Admires the jay, the insect's gilded wings?
Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings ?
Man cares for all; to birds be gives his woods,
To beasts his pastures, and to fish his floods
For some his int'rest prompts him to provide,
For more his pleasure, yet for more his pride.
All feed on one vain patron, and enjoy
Th'extensive blessing of his luxury.

That very life his learned hunger craves,
He saves from famine, from the savage saves;
Nay, feasts the animal he dooms his feast ;
And, till he ends the being, makes it blest:
Which sees no more the stroke nor feels the pain,
Than favour' man by touch etherial slain.
The creature had his feast of life before;
Thou too must perish when thy feast is o'er.!

SECTION XI.
HUMAN FRAILTY.

WEAK and irresolute is man;

The purpose of to-day,

oven with pains into his plan,

To-morrow rends away.

The bow well bent, and smart the spring
Vice seems already slain;

But passion rudely snaps the string,

And it revives again.

Some foe to his upright intent

Finds out his weaker part;

Virtue engages his assent,

But Pleasure wins his heart.

'Tis here the folly of the wise,

Through all his art, we view;

And while his tongue the charge denies,
His conscience owns it true.

tolind on a voyage of awful length,

and dangers little known,

FOPE

A stranger to superior strength,

Man vainly trusts his own.

But ours alone can nee'r prevail

To reach the distant coast;

The breath of heaven must swell the sail,

Or all the toil is lost.

SECTION XII.

Ode to Peace.

"COME, peace of mind, delightful guest!
Return and make thy downy best
Once more in this sad heart:
Nor riches I, nor power pursue,
Nor hold forbidden joys in view;
We therefore need not part.
Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,
From av'rice and ambition free,
And pleasure's fatal wiles;

For whom, alas! dost thou prepare
The sweets that I was wont to share,
The banquet of thy smiles?
The great, the gay, shall they partake
The heaven that thou alone canst make;
And wilt thou quit the stream,

That murmurs through the dewy mead,
The grove and the sequester'd shade,
Tobe a guest with them?
For thee I panted, thee I priz❜d,
For thee gladly sacrific'd
Whate'er I lov'd before;

And shall see thee start away,

And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say--
Farewell! we meet no more?

SECTION XIII.

Qde to Adversity.

Daughter of heaven, relentless power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,

Whose iron scourge, and tort'ring hour,
The bad affright, afflict the best!

Bound in thy adamantine chain,

The proud are taught to taste of pain,
And purple tyrants vainly groan.

With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.

COWPER.

COMPER.