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Be wise to-day : 'tis madness to defer;
And that through every stage: when young, indeed,
And why? Because he thinks himself immortal. All men think all men mortal, but themselves ; Themselves, when some alarming shock of fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden
dread. But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close, where, past the shaft, no trace is found. As from the wing, no scar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel ;So dies in human hearts the thought of death, E'en with the tender tear which Nature sheds O'er those we love,—we drop it in their grave.
ON THE BEING OF A GOD.
RETIRE ;—The world shut out; thy thoughts call Design implies intelligence and art, home:
That can't be from themselves—or man; that art Imagination's airy wing repress :
Man scarce can comprehend could man bestow ? Lock up thy senses ; —let no passions stir ;- And nothing greater yet allow'd than man.Wake all to Reason-let her reign alone;
Who motion, foreign to the smallest grain, Then, in thy soul's deep silence, and the depth Shot through vast masses of enormous weight? Of Nature's silence, midnight, thus inquire :
Who bid brute matter's restive lump assume What am I ? and from whence? I nothing know Such various forms, and gave it wings to fly? But that I am ; and, since I am,
Has matter innate motion ? Then each atom
Has matter none? Then whence these glorious forms And Adam's ancestors without an end ?
And boundless flights, from shapeless and reposed ? That's hard to be conceived; since ev'ry link Has matter more than motion ? Has it thought, Of that long chain'd succession is so frail :
Judgement, and genius? Is it deeply learn'd Can every part depend, and not the whole ?
In mathematics? Has it framed such laws, Yet grant it true ; new difficulties rise ;
Which, but to guess, a Newton made immortal I'm still quite out at sea; nor see the shore.
If art to form, and counsel to conduct, Whence earth, and these bright orbs Eternal too? And that with greater far than human skill, Grant matter was eternal : still these orbs
Reside not in each block;—a GODHEAD reigns : Would want some other Father-much design And, if a God there is, that God how great! Is seen in all their motions, all their makes.