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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.

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What Blessings thy free Bounty gives,

Let me not cast away;
For God is pay'd 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:

Let not this weak, unknowing hand

Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land, On each I judge thy Foe.

COMMENTARY. of Hope and Immortality. To give all this the greater weight and reality, the poet chofe for his model the LORD'S PRAYER, which, of all others, best deserves the title prefixed tɔ this Paraphrase.

If I am right, thy grace impart,

Still in the right to stay ;
If I am wrong, oh teach my heart

To find that better way.

Save me alike from foolish Pride,

Or impious Discontent,
At ought thy Wisdom has denyd.

Or ought thy Goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's Woe,

To hide the Fault I fee;
That Mercy I to others show,

That Mercy show to me.

Mean tho I am, not wholly so

Since quick’ned by thy Breath;
Oh lead me wheresoe'er I

Thro’ this day's Life or Death.

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If I am right, thy grace impart,-

If I am wrong, O teach my heart]
As the imparting grace on the store men to the right than to
christian system is a stronger keep them in it. But as it
exertion of the divine power, was the poet's purpose to in-
than the natural illumination sinuate that Revelation was the
of the heart, one would ex- right, nothing could better ex-
pect that the request should press his purpose than the mak-
have been expressed reversely; | ing the right secured by the
more aid being required to re- guards of grace.

This day, be Bread and Peace my Lot:

All else beneath the Sun, Thou know it if beft bestow'd or not,

And let Thy Will be done.

To thee, whose Temple is all Space,

Whose Altar, Earth, Sea, Skies ! One Chorus let all Being raise !

All Nature's Incense rise!

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Eft brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se
Impediat verbis lassis onerantibus aures :
Et sermone opus eft modo tristi, fæpe jocoso,
Defendente vicem modo Rhetoris atque Poetæ,
Interdum urbani, parcentis viribus, atque
Extenuantis eas consultò.



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