All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;

All partial evil, universal good;

And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite,
One truth is clear-WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT.-POPL
SECTION XXI.

Confidence in Divine Protection.

1. How are thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defence!
Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help Omnipotence.

2. In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,

Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt,
And breath'd in tainted air.

3. Thy mercy sweeten'd ev'ry soil,
Made ev'ry region please;
The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd,
And smooth'd the Tyrrhene seas.
4. Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
How, with affrighted eyes,

Thou saw'st the wide extended deep
In all its horrors rise!
5. Confusion dwelt in ev'ry face,
And fear in ev'ry heart,

When waves on waves, and gulfs in gulfs,
O'ercame the pilot's art.

6. Yet then, from all my griefs, O Lord
Thy mercy set me free;
While in the confidence of pray❜r,
My soul took hold on thee.

7. For though in dreadful whirls we hung
High on the broken wave,

I knew thou wert not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

8. The storm was laid, the winds retir'd,
Obedient to thy will;

The sea that roar'd at thy command,
At thy cornmand was still.

9. In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.

10. My life, if thou preserve my life,

Thy sacrifice shall be;

And death, if death must be my doom,
Shall join my soul to thee.-ADDISON
SECTION XXII.

Hymn on a review of the Seasons.

1 TUESE, as they change, Almighty Father! these Are but the varied God. The rolling year

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When all nature's hush'd asleep,
Nor love, nor guilt, their vigils keep,
Soft you leave your cavern'd den,
And wander o'er the works of men;
But when Phosphor brings the dawn,
By her dappled coursers drawn,
Again you to your wild retreat,
And the early huntsman meet,
Where, as you pensive pass along,
You catch the distant shepherd's song,
Or brush from herbs the pearly dew,
Or the rising primrose view,

Devotion lends her heav'n plum'd wings,
You mount, and nature with you sings.
5. But when the mid-day fervours glow,
To upland airy shades you go,

Where never sun-burnt woodman came,
Nor sportsman chas'd the timid game:
And there, beneath an oak reclin'd,
With drowsy waterfalls behind,
You sink to rest,

Till the tuneful bird of night,

From the neighb'ring poplar's height,
Wake you with her solemn strain,
And teach pleas'd echo to coinplain.

6. With you roses brighter bloom,
Sweeter ev'ry sweet perfume;
Purer ev'ry fountain flows,
Stronger ev'ry wilding grows,
Let those toil for gold who please,
Or for fame renounce their ease.

What is fame? An empty bubble;

Gold? A shining, constant trouble. 41

Let them for their country bleed! E

What was Sidney's, Raleigh's meed?

Man's not worth a moment's pain;

Base, ungrateful, fickle, vain.

7. Then let me, sequester'd fair,
To your sybil grot repair;

On yon hanging cliff it stands,

Scoop'd by nature's plastic hands,blewsky
Bosom'd in the gloomy shade

Of cypress not with age decay'd;

Where the owl still hooting sits,id ip wire t

Where the bat incessant flits;

There in loftier strains I'll sing

Whence the changing seasons spring,

Tell how storms deform the skies,

Whence the waves subside anu rise,
Trace the comet's blazing tail,
Weigh the planets in a scale;
Bend, great God, before thy shrines
The boundless microcosm's thine.

Wan grief will haunt you wheresoe'er you go,
Sigh in the breeze, and in the streamlet flow. T
There pale inaction pines his life away;2
And satiate mourns the quick return of day:
There, naked frenzy laughing wild with pain,
Or hares the blade, or plunges in the main:
There superstition broods o'er all her fears
And yells of demons in the zephyr hears.
10. But if a hermit you're resolv'd to dwell,
And bid to social life a last farewell;
"Tis impious.-

God never made an independent man;
"Twould jar the concord of his general plan.
See every part of that stupendous whole,
"Whose body nature is, and God the soul;"
To one great end the general good conspire,
From matter, brute, to man, to seraph, fire.
11. Should man through nature solitary roam,
His will is sovereign, every where his home,
What force would guard him from the lion's jaw?
What swiftness wing him from the panther's paw?
Or should fate lead him to some safer shore,
Where panthers never prowl, nor lions roar,
Where liberal nature all her charms bestows,

Suns shine, birds sing, flowers bloom, and water flows;
Fool, dost thou think he'd revel on the store,
Absolve the care of Heav'n, nor ask for more?
Though waters flow'd, flow'rs bloom'd, and Phoebus shone
He'd sigh, he'd murmur, that he was alone.
For know, the Maker on the human breast,
A sense of kindred, country, man, impress'd.

What boots through space's furthest bourns to roam?
If thou, O man, a stranger art at home.d