We seldom use our liberty aright, Nor judge of things by universal light; Our prepossessions and affections bind 115 The soul in chains, and lord it o'er the mind; Our unexamin'd principles may pass. [ceive, Good Heav'ns! that man should thus himself de To learn on credit, and on trust believe! 120 Better the mind no notions had retain'd, For now, who truth from falsehood would discern, Must first disrobe the mind, and all unlearn. Errors contracted in unmindful youth, 125 When once remov'd, will smooth the way to truth. To dispossess the child the mortal lives, But death approaches ere the man arrives. [find, Those who would learning's glorious kingdom The dear bought purchase of the trading mind, 130 From many dangers must themselves acquit, And more than Scylla and Charybdis meet. Oh! what an ocean must be voyag'd o'er To gain a prospect of the shining shore? Resisting rocks oppose th' inquiring, soul, And adverse waves retard it as they roll. 135 Does not that foolish deference we pay To men that liv'd long since our passage stay? What odd prepost'rous paths at first we tread, And learn to walk by stumbling on the dead? 140 First we a blessing from the grave implore, Worship old urns, and monuments adore; The rev'rend sage, with vast esteem, we prize; He liv'd long since, and must be wondrous wise. Thus are we debtors to the famous, dead 145 For all those errors which their fancies bred: 150 160 Suppose those many dreadful dangers past, Will knowledge dawn, and bless the mind at last? Ah! no; 'tis now environ'd from our eyes, 155 Hides all its charms, and undiscover'd lies. Truth, like a single point, escapes the sight, And claims attention to perceive it right : But what resembles truth is soon descry'd, Spread like a surface and expanded wide. The first man rarely, very rarely, finds The tedious search of long inquiring minds: But yet what's worse, we know not when we err; What mark does truth, what bright distinction, bear? How do we know that what we know is true? 165 How shall we falsehood fly, and truth pursue? Let none then here his certain knowledge boast, 'Tis all but probability at most : This is the easy purchase of the mind, The vulgar's treasure, which we soon may find: 170 But truth lies hid, and ere we can explore The glitt'ring gem, our fleeting life is o'er. G SINCE we can die but once, and after death But when we have resign'd our breath To endless joys or everlasting woes, As we are born, return to dust; 'Tis the last point of many ling'ring years : But whither then we go, Whither we fain would know; But human understanding cannot show : 5 10 15 This makes us tremble, and creates Fills it with restless doubts and wild debates 20 As a strange doubtful way we know not how to tread. II. When to the margin of the grave we come, 3I To cheer our drooping souls for their amazing flight? Feeble and languishing in bed we lie, Despairing to recover, void of rest, Wishing for death, and yet afraid to die ; With mighty agonies and mighty pains opprest. Our face is moisten'd with a clammy sweat, The blood unactive grows, And thickens as it flows, Depriv'd of all its vigour, all its vital heat : Their light just going out, 35 40 G And for some kind assistance call; But pity, useless pity's all Our weeping friends can give Or we receiver: Tho' their desires are great their pow'rs are small. The pains and griefs, the miseries, we bear, IV.. Then we are sensible, too late, 'Tis no advantage to be rich or great; For all the fulsome pride and pageantry of state Riches and honours then are useless things, And, like the book which the Apostle ate, But turn at last to nauseousness and gall. 45 50 55 60 65 70 And makes pale Death less terrible appear, 'Takes out his baneful sting, and palliates our fear. |