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Who taught her against winds and rain to strive,
To bring her burden to the certain hive,
And through the liquid fields again to pass
Dutcous, and heark’ning to the founding brass ?
And, O thou fluggard, tell me why the ant,
'Midst summer's plenty thinks of winter's want :
By constant journies.careful to prepare
Her stores: and bringing home the corny ear,
By what instruction does she bite the grain,
Laft hid in earth, and taking root again,
It might elude the foresight of her care?
Distinct in either insect's deed appear
The marks of thought, contrivance, hope and fear.
Fix thy corporeal, and internal eye
On the young gnat, or pew-engender'd Aly i
On the vile worm, that yesterday began
To crawl ; thy fellow creatures, abject man!
Like thee they breathe, they move, they taste, they fee,
They show their pafsions by their acts, like thee:
Darting their stings, they previously declare
Design'd revenge, and fierce intent of war :
Laying their eggs, they evidently prove
The genial pow's, and full effect of love.
Each then has organs to digest his food,
One to beget, and one receive the brood :
Has limbs and-Gnews, blood, and heart, and brain,
Life and her proper functions to sustain,
Though the whole fabric fmaller than a grain.
What more can our penurious reason grant
To the large whale, or castled elephant,
To those enormous terrors of the Nile,
The crested snake, and long-tail'd crocodik,
Than that all differ but in shape and name,
Each defin'd to a less or larger frame?
For potent nature loves a various act,
Prone to enlarge, or studious to contract :
Now forms her work too small, now too immense,
And scorns the measures of our feeble sense.
The object spread too far, or rais'd too high,
Denies its real image to the eye :
Too little, it eludes the dazzled fight;
Becomes mix'd blackness, or unparted light.
Water and air the varied form confound;
The straight looks crooked, and the fquare grows
round. Thus while with fruitless' hope, and wearied pain, We seek great nature's pow'r, but seek in vain ; Safe fits the goddess in her dark retreat ; Around her, myriads of Ideas wait. And endless shapes, which the myfterious queen Can take or quit, can alter et retain : As from our loft pursuit she wills to hide Her close decrees, and chalten human pride.
Untam'd and fierce the tiger still remains : He tires bis life in biting on his chains : For the kind gifts of water, and of food, Ungrateful, and returning ill for good, He seeks his keeper's fieth, and thirsts his blood : While the strong camel, and the gen'rous borse, Restrain’d and aw?d by man's-inferior force, Do to the rider's will their rage fubmit, And answer to the fpur, and own the bit; Stretch their glad mouths to meet the feeder's hand, Pleas’d with his weight, and proud of his command, VOL. II,
Again : the lonely fox roams far abroad, On secret rapine bent, and midnight fraud; Now haunts the cliff, now traverses the lawn.; And fies the hated neighbourhood of man : While the kind spaniel, and the faithful hound, Likest that fox in shape and species found, Refuses through the cliffs and lawns to roam; Pursues the noted path, and covets home; Does with kind joy domestic faces meet; Takes wbat the glutted child denies to eat; And dying licks his long-lovid master's feet.
By what immediate cause they are inclin'd, In many acts, 'tis hard, I own, to find. I see in others, or I think I fee, Thar flrict their principles, and ours agree. Evil, like us, they shun, and covet good ; Abhor the poison, and receive the food. Like us they love or hate: like us they know To joy the friend, or grapple with the foe. With seeming thought their action they intend, And use the means proportion'd to the end. Then vainly the philosopher avers, That reason guides our deed, and instinct theirs. How can we justly diff'rent causes frame, When the effects entirely are the same? Instinct and reason how can we divide ? 'Tis the fool's ignorance, and the pedant's pride,
With the same folly sure, man vaunts his sway; If the brute beast refuses to obey. For tell me, when the empty boaster's word Proclaims himself the universal lord;
Does he not tremble, -left the lion's paw
Should join his plea against the fancy'd law ?
Would not the learned coward leave the chair ;
If in the schools or porches should appear
The fierce hyaena, or the foaming bear ?
The combatant too late the field declines;
When now the sword is girded to his loins.
When the swift vessel flies before the winds
Too late the sailor views the land behind,
And 'ris too late now back again to bring
*Enquiry, rais'd and tow'ring on the wing:
Forward The strives, averse to be with-held
From nobler objects, and a larger field.
Consider with me this ethereal space,
Yielding to earth and see the middle place.
Anxious I ask ye, how the penfile ball
Should never strive to rife, nor fear to fall,
When I reflect, how the revolving fun
Does round our globe his crooked journies run;
I doubt of many lands, if they contain
Or herd of beast, or colony of man :
If any nations pass their destin'd days
Beneath the neighb'ring sun's directer rays :
If any suffer on the polar coast,
The rage of Arctos, and eternal frost.
May not the pleasure of Omnipotence
To each of these fome secret good dispense?
Those who amidit the horrid regions live,
May they not gales unknown to us receive;
See daily flow'rs rejoice the thirsty earth,
And bless the flow'ry buds succeeding birth?
May they not pity us, condemn'd to bear
The various heav'n of an obliquer sphere ;
While by fix'd laws, and with a just return
They feel twelve hours that shade, for twelve that
And praise the neighb'ring fun, whofe constant flame
Enlightens them with seasons still the same?
And may not those, whose distant lot is caft
North beyond Tartary's extended waste;
Where through the plains of one continual day,
Six 'fhining months purfue their even way;
And fix succeeding urge their dulky flight,
Obscur’d with vapours and o’erwhelm'd with night :
May not, I ask, the natives of these climes
(As annals may inform succeeding times)
To our quotidian change of heav'n prefer
Their one viciffitude, and equal share
Of day and night, disparted through the year?
May they not scorn our sun's repeated race,
To narrow bounds prescrib’d, and little space,
Haft'ning from morn, and headlong driv'n from noon,
Half of our daily toil yet scarcely done?
May they not justly to our climes upbraid
Shortness of night, and penury of shade:
That e'er our wearied limbs are justly blet
With wholesome sleep and neceflary reft;
Another fun demands return of care,
The remnant toil of yesterday to bear?
Whilst, when the solar beams falute their Gght,
Bold and secure in half a year of light,
Uninterrupted voyages they take
To the remoteft wood, and farthel lake;