But Nature's course; as sure as plummets fall. Since God or man must alter ere they meet, (Since light and darkness blend not in one sphere) "Tis manifest, Lorenzo, who must change. If, then, that double death should prove thy lot, Blame not the bowels of the Deity; Man shall be bless'd, as far as man permits. Of being bless'd or wretched, as we please; Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom; Heaven but persuades, almighty man decrees. And fall he must, who learns from death alone Why this to thee?-thee yet, perhaps, in doubt Of second life? but wherefore doubtful still? Eternal life is Nature's ardent wish: What ardently we wish we soon believe: Nor that the sole detection! Blush, Lorenzo! Blush for hypocrisy, if not for guilt. The future fear'd?-An infidel, and fear? A creed and a confession of our sins: Pretend the worst, and, at the bottom, fail. So fatal to the welfare of the world? What detestation, what contempt, their due! Reform thy manners, and the truth enjoy.— Is Nature's unavoidable ascent. An honest Deist, where the Gospel shines, Conviction in a flood of light divine. A Christian dwells, like Uriel +, in the Sun; And ardent hope anticipates the skies. Of that bright Sun, Lorenzo! scale the sphere: "Tis easy; it invites thee; it descends From Heaven, to woo and waft thee whence it came, In proud disdain of what e'en gods adore, Το grace the brazen brow that braves the skies, By loss of being dreadfully secure. Lorenzo! if thy doctrine wins the day, And drives my dreams, defeated, from the field; If this is all, if earth a final scene, Take heed; stand fast; be sure to be a knave; A knave in grain! ne'er deviate to the right. Shouldst thou be good-how infinite thy loss! Guilt only makes annihilation gain. [death Bless'd scheme! which life deprives of comfort, Of hope, and which vice only recommends. If so, where, Infidels! your bait thrown out To catch weak converts? where your lofty boast 4 Milton's Paradise Lost. |