2 But man is constituted lord And moves a greater world, in right 3 This mighty monarch throws his eye Sees nature working for his use, 4 The plants, the beasts, the birds submit 5 His power resistless is confess'd He bears loud thunder in his hands; 6 The air, the earth, the glorious sun, Supply his wants, to his delights, 7 To mould himself, or more or less, To good or ill, he's free; In kind, and in degree. 8 Nay, of this present world he rules, 9 Where'er he goes, he grandeur gives While distant mountains sink to hills, 10 Th' adjacent hills to mountains rise As proud of their approach, they spread, 11 On whatsoe'er around he looks, As it approaches nigh, Th' ambitious object larger grows, And swells to meet his eye; 12 But shrinks in bulk, in colour fades, From him, whose presence gave it size, 13 Where'er he moves, to right or left, The centre of the world. 14 Man's then a greater world than this, Whereof he's lord and head; This orb created for his use, And humbled to his tread. 15 Altho' his days are here but few, 16 Not only this inferior world But to his utmost wish proposed 17 To these his views are upward call'd He manna for his food foretastes, 18 Is not then man a mighty world, 19 Thro' ample space this mental world Where God, by still more glorious works 20 The starry heavens attract his sight, 21 Around these suns, so wide is space, (Tho' seen from hence as brilliant dust,) For circling worlds to spoom. 22 Far other systems which with these Hereafter he may view and know, 23 To angels prove his kindred good, 24 How great a being then is man, 25 When ignorance and vice prevail, When sickness, pain, and death succeed, 26 God made us upright, but we seek And hence by every blast of whim 27 Of wisdom, virtue is the child, 28 Of wisdom, man at first possess'd, But wisdom he too soon forsook, 29 What he now claims of either serves A happier man he still might be, 30 Only to plunge himself in straits, 31 From truth and honour he departs, In wily arts, in base designs, 32 The good he does his pride subverts, His virtues swell his list of sins; 33 But oh! how little is the good, Applauds him for (if fairly weighed), 34 Nay, how he often brags of vice, Of sins he never durst commit! 35 What glory can pretended vice Who claims the honour to be deemed 36 How does man upward sometimes rise! How herds he now among the swine! 37 On piety and wisdom raised, 38 Reason and conscience dictate this, Interest and cunning combat both; 39 An angel or a demon comes But which of these, who can decide, 40 When this mysterious conflict seiz'd Confusion rag'd thro' all my thoughts, 41 Without all form, and void I was; Of hopes, of fears, of doubts, then reigned O'er me without control. 42 Shall we ascribe this wond'rous work, So little, and so great, So wretched, or so happy, Lord, To thee, or to blind fate? 43 Let there be light, said Christ, and light Truth's banner to the world; which seen, 44 Then I perceived that man was made 45 Here in the gospel-letters writ, We read man coming forth from God 46 And here we see him basely fall, His nature stain'd, and God enrag'd 47 To him thus driven up and down, 48" For shame!" he cries, "assert thy rank, To native wisdom turn; Lift up thy eyes to future things, 49 Grovel no more, thou son of God, 50 For greater things I made thee, man, 51 Man, falling, must endure the scourge Must find himself a wretched fool, |