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IV. Nor think, in NATURE'S STATE they blindly trod;
See him from Nature rifing How to Art !
170 Thus then to Mani the Voice of Nature fpake
Go, from the Creatures thy instructions take: “ Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; « Learn from the beasts the physic of the field; " Thy arts of building from the bee receive ; 175 6 Learn of the mole to plow, the worm to weave; 6 Learn of the little Nautilus to fail,
Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale. " Here too all forms of focial union find, 6. And henée let on, late, instruct mankind : 180 6 Here subterranean works and cities fee; " There towns aerial on the waving trees
« Learn each small People's genius, policies, “ The Ant's republic, and the realm of Bees: « How those in common all their wealth bestow, " And Anarchy without confufion know; “ And these for ever, tho’a Monarch reign, “ Their fep'rate cells and properties maintain. “ Mark what unvary'd laws preserve each state, “ Laws wife as Nature, and as fix'd as Fate. 190 “ In vain thy Reason finer webs shall draw, “ Entangle Justice in her net of Law, “ And right, too rigid, harden into wrong; “ Still for the strong too weak, the weak too strong. “ Yet go! and thus o'er all the creatures sway, 195 • Thus let the wiser make the rest obey; " And for those Arts mere Instinct could afford, “ Be crown'd as Monarchs, or as Gods ador'd.”.
V. Great Nature spoke ; observant Men obey'd ; Cities were built, Societies were made : Here rose one little state; another near Grew by like means, and join'd, thro' love or fear. Did here the trees with ruddier burdens bend, And there the streams in purer rills descend ? What War could ravish, Commerce could bestow, 205 And he return'd a friend, who came a foe. Converse and Love mankind might strongly draw, When Love was Liberty, and Nature Law.
Thus States were form’d; the name of King unknown, 'Till common int’reft plac'd the sway in one. 'Twas VIRTUE ONLY (or in arts or arms, Diffusing blessings, or averting harms) The same which in a Sire the Sons obey'd, A Prince the Father of a People made.
VI. 'Till then, by Nature crown'd, each Patriarch sate, King, priest, and parent of his growing state; 216 On him, their second Providence, they hung, Their law his eye, their oracle his tongue. He from the wond'ring furrow call'd the food, Taught to command the fire, controul the flood, 220 Draw forth the monsters of th' abyfs profound, Or fetch th’aërial eagle to the ground.
"Till drooping, fick’ning, dying they began
Who first taught souls enslaved, and realms undone, Th' enormous faith of many made for one ; That proud exception to all Nature's laws, T'invert the world, and counterwork its Cause? Force first made Conqueft, and that Conquest, Law; "Till Superstition taught the tyrant awe,
246 Then shar'd the tyranny, then lent it aid, And Gods of Conqu’rors, Slaves of Subjects made : She’midst the lightning's blaze, and thuirder's found, When rock'd the mountains, and when groan'd the ground, She taught the weak to bend, the proud to pray, 251 To Pow'r unseen, and mightier far than they : She, from the rending earth and bursting skies, Saw Gods descend, and fiends infernal rise: Here fix'd the dreadful, there the bleft, abodes; 255, Fear made her Devils, and weak Hope her Gods; Gods partial, changeful, paffionate, unjust, Whose attributes were Rage, Revenge, or Luft; Such®as the souls of cowards might conceive, And, form'd like tyrants, tyrants would believe. 260. Zeal then, not charity, became the guide ; And hell was built on spite, and heav'n on pride.
Then facred feem'd th' etherial vault no more;
marble then, and reek'd with gore : Then first the Flamen tasted living food;
265 Next his grim idol smear'd with human blood ; With heav'n's own thunders shook the world below, And play'd the God an engine on his foe.
So drives Self-love, thro' juft, and thro'unjust, To one Man's pow'r, ambition lucre, luft:
270 The fame Self-love, in all, becomes the cause Of what restrains him, Government and Laws. For, what one likes, if others like as well, What serves one will, when many wills rebel ? How shall he keep, what, sleeping or awake, 275 A weaker may surprize, a stronger take? His safety must his liberty restrain : All join to guard what each defires to gain. Forc'd into virtue thus by Self-defence, Ev'n Kings learnt justice and benevolence:
280 Self-love forfook the part it first pursu’d, And found the private in the public good.
'Twas then, the studious head or gen'rous mind, Follow'r of God or friend of human-kind, Poet or Patriot, rose but to restore
The less, or greater, set fo justly true,
300 Draw to one point, and to one center bring Beaft, Man, or Angel, Servant, Lord, or King
For Yorms of Government let fools contest; Whate'er is belt adminifter'd is belt: For Modes of Faith let graceless zealots fight; 305 His can't be wrong whose life is in the right : In Faith and Hope the world will disagree, But all Mankind's concern is Charity : All must be false that thwart this One great End; And, all of God, that bless Mankind or mend.
310 Man, like the ģen'rous vine, supported lives ; The strength he gains is from th'embrace he gives. On their own Axis as the Planets run, Yet make at once their circle round the Sun; So two confiftent motions act the Soul; And one regards Itself, and one the Whole.'
Thus God and Nature link'd the gen’ral frame, And bade Self-love and Social be the same.
E P I S T L E
H HAPPINESS ! our being's end and aim,
Good, Pleasure, Ease, Content ! whate'er thy name: That samething still which prompts th' eternal ligh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die, Which still so near us, yet beyond us lies, O'erlook'd, seen double, by the fool, and wise. Plant of celestial feed ! if dropt below, Say, in what mortal foil thou deign'st to grow ? Fair op'ning to some Court's propitious shine, Or deep with Dimonds in the framing mine?
10 Twin'd with the wreaths Parnaffian laurels yield, Or reap'd in iron harvests of the field ? Where grows ?-where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil: Fix'd to no spot is happiness fincere, "Tis no where to be found, or ev'ry where :