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Wife is her present; the connects in this
His greatest Virtue with his greatest Bliss;
At once his own bright profpe&t to be blest,
And strongest motive to assist the rest.

Self-love thus puih'd to social, to divine,
Gives thee to make thy neighbour's blessing thine.
Is this too little for the boundless heart?
Extend it, let thy enemies have part:
Grasp the whole worlds of Reason, Life, and Sense,
In one close system of Benevolence :
Happier as kinder, in whate'er degree,
And height of Bliss, but height of Charity.

God loves from Whole to Parts : But hunian soul Must rise from Individual to the Whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre mov’d, a circle (trait succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads ; Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace; His country next; and next all human race ; Wide and more wide, th' o’erflowings of the mind Take ev'ry creature in, of ev'ry kind ; Earth smiles around, with boundless bounty blest, And heav'n beholds its image in his breast.

Come then, my friend ! my Genius! come along; Oh master of the poet, and the song ! And while the Muse now stoops, or now ascends, To Man's low passions, or their glorious ends, Teach

like thee, in various nature wise, To fall with dignity, with temper rise;

me,

Form’d by thy converse, happily to steer,
From grave to gay, from lively to levere;
Correct with ipirit, eloquent with eate,
Intent to reaton, or polite to pleaii.
Oh! while along the stream of Iin.e thy name
Expanded fies, and gathers all its fame;
Say, Shall my little bark attendant lail.
Furue the triumph, and partake the gale?
Wien statesmen, heroes, kings, in duft repose,
W ofe fons shall bluíh their fathers were thy toes,
S all then this versi to future age pretend
Tl ou wert my guide, philocopher, and friend?
That, urg'd by thee, I turn’d the tunetul art
From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart;
For Wit's false mirror held up Nature's light;
Shew'd erring Pride, WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT ;
That REASON, Passion, answer one great aim ;
I hat true Self-Love and Social are the same;
That Virtue only makes our I liss below;
And all our knowledge is, OURSELVES TO KNOW.

UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

DEO OPT. MAX.

FATHER of All' in cr'ry Age,

In ev'ry Clime ador'd,
By Saint, by Savage, and by Sage,

Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

Thou Great First Cause, least understood :

Who all my Sense confin'd
To Know but this, that Thou art Guod,

And that myself am plind;

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 Mun,

That, more than Heav'n pursue.

What blessings thy free bounty gives,

Let me not cast away;
For God is paid 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.

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 aught thy Wisdom has deny'd

Or aught thy Goodness lent,

Tcach 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 fo,

Since quicken’d by thy Breath; o lead me wherefoe'er I go,

Thro' this day's Life or Death

This day, be bread and peace my lot :

All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best 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 !

VOL. III.

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