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Yet gave me, in this dark Estate,
To see the Good from Ill;
Left free the Human Will.
What Conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
That, more than Heav'n pursue.
What Blessings thy free Bounty gives,
Let me not cast away;
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 ;
To find that better way.
Save me alike from foolish Pride,
Or impious Discontent,
Or ought thy Goodness lent.
Teach me to feel another's Woe,
To hide the Fault I fee;
That Mercy show to me.
Mean tho I am, not wholly so
Since quick’ned by thy Breath;
If I am wrong, O teach my heart]
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!
Eft brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se