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And anfver 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. Again: the lonely Fox roams far abroad, On fecret rapine bent, and midnight fraud; Now hunts the clifF, now traverfes the lawn ; And fiies the hated neighbourhood of man; While the kind Spaniel and the faithful Hound, Likeft that Fox in fhape and fpecies found, Refufes through thefe cliffs and lawns to roam: Purfues the noted path, and covets home; Does with kind joy domeftic faces meet; Takes what the glutted child denies to eat; And dying licks his long-lov'd mafter's feet. By what immediate caufe they are inclin'd, In many a&s, *tis hard I own, to find. I fee in others, or I think I fee, That ftri& their principles, and ours agree. Evil like us they fhun, and covet good ; Abhor the poifon, and receive the food. Like us they love or hate ; like us they know, To joy the friend, or grapple with the foe. With feeming thought their actions they intend, And ufe the means proportion*d to the end. Then vainly the philofopher avers, That reafon guides our deed, and inftin&t theirs. How can we juftfy different caufes frame, When the effe&ts entirely are the fame, Inftin&t and reafon how can we divide ? 'Tis the fool's ignorance, and the pedant's pride. With With the fame folly fure, mam vaunts his fway ; If the brute beaft refufes to obey. For tell me, when the empty boafter's word ' Proclaims himfelf the univerfal lord ; Does he not tremble, left the Lion's paw Should join his plea againft the fancy*d law ? Would not the learned coward leave the chair; If in the fchools' or porches fhould appear ? The fierce Hyæna, or the foaming Bear ? The combatant too late the field declines, When now the fword is girded to his loins. When the fwift veffel flies before the wind ; Too late the failor views the land behind. And *tis too late now back again to bring Enquiry, rais'd and towering on the wing: Forward fhe ftrives, averfe to be withheld From nobler obje&ts, and a larger field. Confider with me thls ætherial fpace, Yielding to earth and fea the middle place. Anxious I afk ye, how the penfile ball Should never ftrive to rife, nor never fear to fall. vWhen I refle&t, how the revolving fun , Does round our globe his crooked journies run; I doubt of many lands, if they contain Cr herd of beaft, or colony of man : If any nations pafs their deftin'd days: Beneath the neighb'ring fun's dire&ter rays: If any fuffer on the polar coaft, The rage of Ar&ios, and eternal froft.
May not the pleafure of omnipotence To each of thefe fome fecret good difpenfe ? Thofe who amidft the torrid regions live, May they not gales unknown to us receive ; See daily fhowers rejoice the thirfty earth, And blefs the flowery buds' fucceeding birth ? May they not pity Us, condemn'd to bear The various heavem of an obliquer fphere; While by fix°d laws, and with a juft return, They feel twelve hours that fhade, fortwelve that burm, And praife the neighb'ring fun, whofe conftant flame Enlightens them with feafons ftill the fame? And may not thofe, whofe diftant lot is caft North beyond Tartary's extended wafte ; Where through the plains of one continual day, Six fhining months purfue their even way; And fix fucceeding urge their dufky flight ; Obfcur'd in vapours, and o'erwhelm'd in night: May not, I afk the natives of thefe climes (As annals may inform fucceeding times) To our quotidian change of heaven prefer Their own viciffitude, and equal fhare Of day and night, difparted through the year? May they not fcorn our fun's repeated race, To narrow bounds prefcrib'd, and little fpace, Haftenimg from morn, and headlongdriven from noon, Half of our daily toil yet fcarcely done ? May they not juftly to our clines upbraid Shortnefs of night, and penury of fhade ; That
That, e'er our wearied limbs are juftly bleft
Far from this length of continent disjoin'd,
Lurk in the troubled ftream and fenny brake : And m
And mam, untaught and ravenous as the beaft,