Pain is to save from pain; all punishment, To make for peace. * Heav'n gives us friends to bless the present scene; Resumes them, to prepare us for the next. None are unhappy; all have cause to smile, Affliction is the good man's shining scene; Prosperity conceals his brightest ray; As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man. p. 287. For all I bless thee; most for the severe. p. 289. The rough and gloomy, challenges our praise. The winter is as needful as the spring; * Man is responsible for ills receiv'd ; Compell'd to refuge in the right, for peace. Amid my list of blessings infinite, Stand this the foremost, "That my heart has bled." Reason absolves the grief, which reason ends. By previous pain; and made it safe to smile! P. 290. Thus the three virtues, least alive on earth, Canst thou descend from converse with the skies, And seize thy brother's throat? For what? a clod? An inch of earth? the planets cry, "Forbear." They chase our double darkness, nature's gloom, And (kinder still!) our intellectual night. p. 298. An undevout astronomer is mad. p. 300. A good man seen, though silent council gives: "Bad to be suffer'd; blessings to be left :" p. 305. Earth's richest inventory boasts no more. Teach me my days to number, and apply p. 315. Age smoothes our path to prudence; sweeps aside Some wish they did; but no man disbelieves. p. 322. As the chas'd hart, amid the desert waste, Of sublunary joys. p. 331. Who worship God, shall find him. Humble love, The great Proprietor's all-bounteous hand p. 337. Leaves nothing waste; but sows these fiery fields With seeds of reason, which to virtues rise Beneath his genial ray; and if escap'd The pestilential blasts of stubborn will, When grown mature are gather'd for the skies. p. 338. Nature delights in progress; in advance From worse to better; but, when minds ascend, Bent on destruction !.and in love with death! p. 340. Why then persist? No mortal ever liv'd For I have peep'd into thy cover'd heart, Example strikes All human hearts; a bad example more; p. 344. More still a father's; that ensures his ruin. p. 346. Sleep's dewy wand Has strok'd my drooping lids, and promises (If my fond wishes are not flatterers) My long arrear of rest. Haste, naste, sweet stranger! from the peasant's cot, The ship-boy's hammock, or the soldier's straw, Whence sorrow never chas'd thee; with thee bring, In thy displeasure dwells eternal pain; p. 347. Pain, our aversion; pain which strikes me now; Though transient, terrible; at thy good hour, p. 352. Man's sickly soul, though turn'd and toss'd for ever, From side to side, can rest on nought but thee; Here, in full trust; hereafter, in full joy. Shall that which rises out of nought complain, p. 353. |