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William Somerville (Уильям Сомервилл) To the Author of the The Essay on Man Was ever work to such perfection wrought? How elegant the diction! pure the thought! Not sparingly adorn'd with scatter'd rays, But one bright beauty, one collected blaze; So breaks the day upon the shades of night, Enlivening all with one unbounded light. To humble man's proud heart thy great design; But who can read this wondrous work divine, So justly plann'd, and so politely writ, And not be proud, and boast of human wit? Yet just to thee, and to thy precepts true, Let us know man, and give to God his due; His image we, but mix'd with coarse allay, Our happiness to love, adore, obey; To praise him for each gracious boon bestow'd, For this thy work, for every lesser good, With prostrate hearts before his throne to fall, And own the great Creator all in all! The Muse, which should instruct, now entertains On trifling subjects, in enervate strains; Be it thy task to set the wanderer right, Point out her way in her airial flight; Her noble mien, her honours lost, restore, And bid her deeply think, and proudly soar. Thy theine sublime, and easy verse, will prove Her high descent, and mission from above. Let others now translate; thy abler pen Shall vindicate the ways of God to men; In virtue's cause shall gloriously prevail, When the bench frowns in vain, and pulpits fail. Made wise by thee, whose happy style conveys The purest morals in the softest lays: As angels once, so now we mortals bold Shall climb the ladder Jacob view'd of old; Thy kind reforming Muse shall lead the way To the bright regions of eternal day. William Somerville's other poems:
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