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And will no pow'r his finking spirit fave [grave ? From the dark caves of death, and chambers of the
Each evening I behold the setting fun With downward speed into the ocean run : Yet the same light (pass but some feeting hours) Exerts his vigour, and renews his pow'r ; Stares the bright race again : his constant flame Rises and sets, returning still the same. I mark the various fury of the winds; These neither seasons guide, nor orders binds: • They now dilare, and now contract their force : Various their speed, but endless is their course. From his first fountain and beginning ouze, Down to the sea each brook and torrent flow: ; Though sundry drops or leave, or (well the stream; The whole still runs, with equal pace, the same. Still other waves supply the rifing urns; And the eternal flood no want of water mourns.
Why then must man obey the sad decree,
A flow'r, that does with opening morn arise,
This dark opinion, sure, is too confin'd;
Amid two seas on one small point of land
These cruel doubts contending in my breast, My reason staggering, and my hopes oppress’d, Once more I said: once more I will enquire, What is this little, agile, pervious fire, This flute'ring motion, which we call the mind ? How does she act ? and where is she confin’d? Have we the pow'r to guide her, as we please ? Whence then those evils, that obstruct our eafe? We happiness pursue ; we fly from pain ; Yet the pursuit, and yet the flight is vain : And, while poor nature labours to be blest, By day with pleasure, and by night with reft: Some stronger pow'r eludes our fickly will; Dalhes our rising hope with certain ill; And makes us with reflective trouble fee; That all is destin'd, which we fancy free. :. That Pow'r superior then, which rules our mind, Is his decree by human pray’r inclin'd? Will he for sacrifice our sorrows ease? And can our tears reverse his form decrees? Then let religion aid, where reason fails : Throw loads of incense in, to turn the scales: And let the filent Sanctuary show, What from the babling schools we may not know, How man may fhun, or bear his destin'd part of woe.)
What shall amend, or what abfolve our fate? Anxious we hover in a mediate ftate, Betwixt infinity and nothing : bounds, Or boundless terms, whose doubtful sense confounds. Unequal thoughts; whilst all we apprehend, Is, that our hopes mult rise, our sorrows end; As our Creator deigns to be our friend.
I said; and instant bad the priests prepare
Father of heav'n ! I said, and judge of earth! .
Thou, that can'it still the raging of the seas, Chain up the winds and bid the tempels cease ; Redeem my shipwreck'd foul from raging gusts Of cruel passion, and deceitful lufts: . From storms of rage, and dang'rous rocks of pride, Let thy strong hand this little veffel guide (It was thy hand that made it) through the tide ) Impetuous of this life : let thy command Direct my course, and bring me safe to lands
If, while this weary'd flesh draws fleeting breath, Not fatisfy'd with life, afraid of death, It hap’ly be thy will, that I should know Glimpse of delight, or pause from anxious woe, From now, from instant now, great Sire, dispel The clouds that press my soul; from now reveal A gracious beam of light; from now inspire My tongue to fing, my hand to touch the lyre ; My open'd thought to joyous prospect raise; And, for thy mercy, let me sing thy praise: Or, if thy will ordains, I still shall wait Some new Here-after, and a future state ; Permit my strength, my weight of woe to bear ; And raise my mind superior to my care. Let me, howe'er unable to explain The secret lab'rinths of thy ways to man, With humble zeal confefs thy awful pow'r ; Still weeping hope, and wond'ring still adorei. So in my conquest be thy might declar'd: And, for thy justice, be thy name rever'd.
My pray'r scarce ended, a stupendous gloom Darkens the air ; loud thunder shakes the dome: To the beginning miracle facceed An awful filence, and religious dread. Sudden breaks forth a more than common day: The sacred wood, which on the altar lay, Untouch'd, unlighted glows Ambrosial odor, such as never flows From Arab's gum, or the Sabaean rose, Does round the air evolving scenes diffuse : The holy ground is wet with heav'nly dews :
dor, such as I cahaean rose,