ÉPITRE III. Oui, tout est fait pour tous; oui, les lois éternelles : All forms that perish other forms supply (By turns we catch the vital breath, and die), They rise, they break, and to that sea return. Has God, thou fool! work'd solely for thy good, Thy joy, thy pastime, thy attire, thy food? Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him as kindly spread the flow'ry lawn. Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note. On se prête, en courant, le flambeau de la vie ; Le Dieu dont la nature en secret est remplie, Joint l'animal à l'homme, et l'homme aux animaux; Pour te plaire, en chantant, monte au plus haut des airs? Il enfle, et fait frémir le duvet de son aile. Le rossignol pour toi, dans la saison nouvelle, |