Essay on Man | Page 6

what his nature and his state can bear.?Why has not man a microscopic eye??For this plain reason, man is not a fly.?Say what the use, were finer optics given,?To inspect a mite, not comprehend the heaven??Or touch, if tremblingly alive all o'er,?To smart and agonize at every pore??Or quick effluvia darting through the brain,?Die of a rose in aromatic pain??If Nature thundered in his opening ears,?And stunned him with the music of the spheres,?How would he wish that Heaven had left him still?The whispering zephyr, and the purling rill??Who finds not Providence all good and wise,?Alike in what it gives, and what denies?
VII. Far as Creation's ample range extends,?The scale of sensual, mental powers ascends:?Mark how it mounts, to man's imperial race,?From the green myriads in the peopled grass:?What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme,?The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam:?Of smell, the headlong lioness between,?And hound sagacious on the tainted green:?Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood,?To that which warbles through the vernal wood:?The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!?Feels at each thread, and lives along the line:?In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true?From poisonous herbs extracts the healing dew??How instinct varies in the grovelling swine,?Compared, half-reasoning elephant, with thine!?'Twixt that, and reason, what a nice barrier,?For ever separate, yet for ever near!?Remembrance and reflection how allayed;?What thin partitions sense from thought divide:?And middle natures, how they long to join,?Yet never passed the insuperable line!?Without this just gradation, could they be?Subjected, these to those, or all to thee??The powers of all subdued by thee alone,?Is not thy reason all these powers in one?
VIII. See, through this air, this ocean, and this earth,?All matter quick, and bursting into birth.?Above, how high, progressive life may go!?Around, how wide! how deep extend below??Vast chain of being! which from God began,?Natures ethereal, human, angel, man,?Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see,?No glass can reach; from Infinite to thee,?From thee to nothing. On superior powers?Were we to press, inferior might on ours:?Or in the full creation leave a void,?Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroyed:?From Nature's chain whatever link you strike,?Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.
And, if each system in gradation roll?Alike essential to the amazing whole,?The least confusion but in one, not all?That system only, but the whole must fall.?Let earth unbalanced from her orbit fly,?Planets and suns run lawless through the sky;?Let ruling angels from their spheres be hurled,?Being on being wrecked, and world on world;?Heaven's whole foundations to their centre nod,?And nature tremble to the throne of God.?All this dread order break -- for whom? for thee??Vile worm! -- Oh, madness! pride! impiety!
IX. What if the foot, ordained the dust to tread,?Or hand, to toil, aspired to be the head??What if the head, the eye, or ear repined?To serve mere engines to the ruling mind??Just as absurd for any part to claim?To be another, in this general frame:?Just as absurd, to mourn the tasks or pains,?The great directing Mind of All ordains.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole,?Whose body Nature is, and God the soul;?That, changed through all, and yet in all the same;?Great in the earth, as in the ethereal frame;?Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,?Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees,?Lives through all life, extends through all extent,?Spreads undivided, operates unspent;?Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part,?As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart:?As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns,?As the rapt seraph that adores and burns:?To him no high, no low, no great, no small;?He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
X. Cease, then, nor order imperfection name:?Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.?Know thy own point: this kind, this due degree?Of blindness, weakness, Heaven bestows on thee.?Submit. In this, or any other sphere,?Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear:?Safe in the hand of one disposing Power,?Or in the natal, or the mortal hour.?All nature is but art, unknown to thee;?All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;?All discord, harmony not understood;?All partial evil, universal good:?And, spite of pride in erring reason's spite,?One truth is clear, whatever is, is right.
ARGUMENT OF EPISTLE II.
OF THE NATURE AND STATE OF MAN WITH RESPECT TO HIMSELF, AS AN INDIVIDUAL.
I. The business of Man not to pry into God, but to study himself. His Middle Nature; his Powers and Frailties, v.1 to 19. The Limits of his Capacity, v.19, etc.
II. The two Principles of Man, Self-love and Reason, both necessary, v.53, etc. Self-love the stronger, and why, v.67, etc. Their end the same, v.81, etc.
III. The Passions, and their use, v.93 to 130. The predominant Passion, and its force, v.132 to 160. Its Necessity, in directing Men to different purposes, v.165, etc. Its providential Use, in fixing our Principle, and