Yet, since the reptile, made to last an hour, Who, beyond need, would harm a helpless throng, Who that has heard the chant, or seen the play, Or, who that views the herds and flocks at feed, And thinks, how soon to these succeed the moan, Will guard the beings trusted to his power. Nor is it less thy INTEREST to impart, A stronger motive to a tyrant's heart— Not less thy love of self, with gentle sway, To rule these creatures which thy will obey; And let them pass serene their measur❜d hours— Haply thou know'st not yet their wond'rous powers; How vast the trust which the eternal mind 9 NATURE's unnumber'd family combine The LOWER WORLD to watch with constant care, A wond'rous trust, from which they never swerve. 10 But for these instruments of bounteous Heav'n, To whom its awful ministry is given, Each over each, like jealous sentries plac'd, That none may trespass, and that none may waste ; None by luxuriance on the other press, The whole to order, yet the whole to bless; A full yet frugal competence supply, Yes, but for these, disorder would prevail, The wood, the lake, the forest, and the field, The lawless insects would enforce their power; With haggard want and war contend for sway. The golden mien each thing created knows ; To all that animate the teeming earth, Such is the mighty law that gave them birth; And when man thinks them scourges from above, Heav'n-sent, they came, 66 on errands full of love;" "Creatures most fear'd, most loathsome to the sense, Vast, or minute, are boons of Providence. 12 "Tis true that noxious beings oft annoy, That some embitter life, and some destroy; Minims of Nature, or her monstrous band, Yet, rarely these infest our blissful land ; Trench on our safety, or pollute our food, And murmuring man may see that "all is good!" May still, tho' fall'n, his Paradise enjoy, Spite of the partial evils that annoy. But, wherefore, force thy slaves whilst life remains, Are they compell'd to shed each other's blood? Is it for Nature's pastime they expire? Does she, who kindly to their rage deny'd [heart? When thus ensnar'd to war, they pierce each other's False Reasoner, no! thou say'st she prompts their fight, Till their blood maddens at each other's sight; If hence the combat whensoe'er they meet, 13 The goad, the stave, the bludgeon, and the knife. Thou say'st with these, the Steed's delights keep place, Of conquest proud, exulting in the race; * The baited Bull is generally fastened to an iron ring in the middle of the street. |