Thou Great First Cause, leaft understood: Who all my Senfe confin'd To know but this, that Thou art Good, Yet gave me, in this dark Estate, And binding Nature fast in Fate, What Confcience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than Hell to shun, That, more than Heav'n purfue. What Bleffings thy free Bounty gives, For God is paid when Man receives, Yet not to Earth's contracted Span Or think Thee Lord alone of Man, Let not this weak, unknowing hand Mean tho' I am, not wholly fo, Thro' this day's Life or Death. This day, be Bread and Peace my Lot: Thou know'ft if beft beftow'd or not, To Thee, whofe Temple is all Space, One Chorus let all Being raise ! MORAL ESSAYS, IN FOUR EPISTLES, то Several Perfons. Eft brevitate opus, ut currat fententia, neu fe Et fermone opus eft modo trifti, fæpe jocolo, Extenuantis eas confultò. HOR. |