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When statesmen, heroes, kings, in dust repose, Whose sons shall blush their fathers were thy foes, Shall then this verse to future
age pretend Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend?
390 That urg'd by thee, I turn’d the tuneful art From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart ; For wit's faise mirror held up nature's light; Shew'd erring pride, WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT ; That Reason, Passion, answer one great aim; 395 That true SELF-LOVE and Social are the same; That VIRTUE only makes our bliss below ; And all our knowledge is, OURSELVES TO KNOW.
Ver. 397. That virtue only, &c.] In the MS. thus :
That just to find a God is all we can,
DEO OPT. MAX.
FATHER of all! in ev'ry age,
In ev'ry clime ador'd,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord !
Thou Great First Cause, least understood,
Who all my sense confin'd
And that myself am blind;
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,