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What vary'd Being peoples every star,
30 Gradations juft, has thy pervading soul Look'd through ? or can a part contain the whole ?
Is the great chain, that draws all to agree, And drawn supports, upheld by God, or thee?
II. Presumptuous Man! the reason wouldst thou find, Why form’d so weak, so little, and fo blind ? First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess, Why form’d no weaker, blinder, and no less ? Ak of thy mother earth, why oaks.
Of Systems possible, if 'tis confeft,
50 Respecting Man, whatever wrong we call May, must be right, as relative to all. In human works, though labour'd on with pain, A thousand movements scarce one purpose gain ; In God's, one single can its end produce; Yet serves to second too some other use.
So Man, who here seems principal alone,
Then say not Man's imperfect, Heaven in fault; Say rather, Man's as perfect as he ought:
70 His knowledge measur’d to his state and place; His time a moment, and a point his space. If to be perfect in a certain sphere, What matter, foon or late, or here, or there? The blest to-day is as completely so,
75 As who began a thousand years ago.
III.'Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state :
From VARIATIONS. In the former Editions, ver. 64.
Now wears a garland an Ægyptian God.
If to be perfect in a certain sphere,
From brutes what men, from men what fpirits know:
Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions foar ;
Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutorid mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind;
After ver. 88. in the MS.
No great, no little ; 'tis as much decreed
That Virgil's Gnat should die as Cæsar bleed.
What bliss above he gives not thee to know,
His soul proud Science never taught to stray
IV. Go, wiser thou ! and in thy scale of sense,
After ver. 108. in the first Edition ;
But does he say the Maker is not good,
Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes,
125 Men would be Angels, Angels would be Gods. Aspiring to be Gods, if Angels fell, Afpiring to be Angels, Men rebel : .And who but wishes to invert the laws Of Order, fins against th’ Eternal Cause.
130 V. Alk for what end the heavenly bodies shine, Earth for whose use? Pride answers, " 'Tis for mine : " For me kind Nature wakes her genial power; « Suckles each herb, and spreads out every flower ; “ Annual for me, the grape, the rose, renew 135 “ The juice nectareous, and the balmy dew; “ For me, the mine a thousand treasures brings; “ For me, health gushes from a thousand springs; “ Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; “ My foot-stool earth, my canopy the skies.” 140
But errs not Nature from this gracious end,
145 “ Acts not by partial, but by general laws; “ Th’exceptions few; some change since all began : " And what created perfect ?"—Why then Man? If the great end be human Happiness, Then Nature deviates; and can Man do less ?
150 As much that end a constant course requires Of Mowers and fun-shine, as of Man's desires; As much eternal Springs and cloudless skies, As men for ever temperate, calm, and wise.