And ev'ry time has added proofs, That Man was made to mourn. IV. O Man! while in thy early years, How prodigal of time! Mif-fpending all thy precious hours, Alternate Follies take the sway; Licentious Paffions burn; Which tenfold force gives Nature's law, V. Look not alone on youthful Prime, Supported is his right. But But fee him on the edge of life, With cares and Sorrows, worn, Then Age and Want, Oh! ill-match'd pair! Show Man was made to mourn. VI. A few feem favourites of Fate, In Pleasure's lap careft; Yet, think not all the Rich and Great Are likewife truly bleft. But, Oh! what crowds in ev'ry land, Are wretched and forlorn. Thro' weary life this leffon learn, That man was made to mourn. Many and sharp the num'rous ills Inwoven with our frame!! More pointed ftill we make ourselves, And Man, whofe heav'n-erected face The fmiles of love adorn, Man's inhumanity to Man Makes countless thousands mourn! VII. See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil; And fee his lordly fellow-worm Unmindful, tho' a weeping wife And helplefs offspring mourn. IX. If I'm defign'd yon lordling's flave, By Nature's law defign'd, Why Why was an independent wish E'er planted in my mind? If not, why am I fubject to His cruelty, or fcorn? Or why has Man the will and pow'r X. Yet, let not this too much, my Son, This partial view of human-kind Is furely not the last! The poor, oppressed, honeft man Had never, fure, been born, Had there not been fome recompenfe To comfort thofe that mourn! XI. O Death! the poor man's dearest friend, The kindeft and the best! |