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From the small fry that glide on Jordan's stream
Of birds, how each, according to her kind,
Of beasts and creeping insects shall we trace
“Tell me, ye studious; who pretend to see
Whence she avoids the slimy marsh, and knows The fertile bills, where sweeter herbage grows, I And honey-making flowers their opening buds
* disclose ? How, from the thicken'd mist and setting sun Finds she the labour of her day is done? Who taught her against winds and rains to strive, To bring her burden to the certain hive ; And through the liquid fields again to pass Duteous, and harkening to the sounding brass?
And, O thou sluggard! 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, Lest hid in earth, and taking root again, It might clude 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 new-engender'd fly, Or the vile worm, that yesterday began To crawl, thy fellow-creatures, abject man! (see, Like thee they breathe, they move, they taste, they They show their passions, 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 power and full effect of love. Each, then, has organs to digest his food, One to beget, and one receive the brood : Has limbs and sinews, blood, and heart and brain,) Life and her proper functions to sustain, Through the whole fabric smaller than a grain. )
What more can our penurious reason grant
‘For potent Nature loves a various act,
round. Thus while with fruitless hope and weary pain We seek great Nature's power, but seek in vain, Safe sits the goddess in her dark retreat, Around her myriads of ideas wait, And endless shapes, which the mysterious queen Can take or quit, can alter or retain, As from our lost pursuit she wills to hide Her close decrees, and chasten human pride.
*Untam'd and fierce the tiger still remains; He tires his 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 fiesh, and thirsts his blood :) While the strong camel and the generous horse, Restrain’d and aw'd by man's inferior force, Do to the rider's will their rage submit, Ind answer to the spur, and own the bit ;
Stretch their glad mouths to meet the feeder's hand,
*Again: the lonely fox roams far abroad,
‘By what immediate cause they are inclin’d,
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 lest the lion's paw
“The combatant too late the field declines, When now the sword is girded to his loins. When the swift vessel flies before the wind, Too late the sailor views the land behind : And 'tis too late now back again to bring Inquiry, rais’d and towering on the wing ; Forward she strives, averse to be withheld From nobler objects and a larger field.
Consider with me this ethereal space, Yielding to earth and sea the middle place : Anxious I ask ye, how the pensile ball Should never strive to rise, nor fear to fall ? When I reflect how the revolving sun 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 nation pass their destin'd days Beneath the neighbouring 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 some secret good dispense? 'Those who amidst the torrid regions live, May they not gales unknown to us receive? See daily showers rejoice the thirsty earth, And bless the flowery buds' succeeding birth : May they not pity us, condemn'd to bear The various heaven of an obliquer sphers.