The Works of John Hookham Frere In Verse and Prose Now First Collected with a Prefatory Memoir by his Nephews W. E. and Sir Bartle Frere |
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 | The Works of John Hookham Frere In Verse and Prose |  |
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LVII.
Blessed, almighty Jove! with deep amaze
I view the world; and marvel at thy ways!
All our devices, every subtle plan,
Each secret act, and all the thoughts of man,
Your boundless intellect can comprehend!
On your award our destinies depend.
I view the world; and marvel at thy ways!
All our devices, every subtle plan,
Each secret act, and all the thoughts of man,
Your boundless intellect can comprehend!
On your award our destinies depend.
How can you reconcile it to your sense
Of right and wrong, thus loosely to dispense
Your bounties on the wicked and the good?
How can your laws be known or understood?
When we behold a man faithful and just,
Humbly devout, true to his word and trust,
Dejected and oppress'd; whilst the profane,
And wicked, and unjust, in glory reign,
Proudly triumphant, flush'd with power and gain;
What inference can human reason draw?
How can we guess the secret of thy law,
Or choose the path approv'd by power divine?
We take, alas, perforce the crooked line,
And act unwillingly the baser part,
Though loving truth and justice at our heart;
For very need reluctantly compell'd
To falsify the principles we held;
With party factions basely to comply;
To flatter, and dissemble, and to lie!
Of right and wrong, thus loosely to dispense
Your bounties on the wicked and the good?
How can your laws be known or understood?
When we behold a man faithful and just,
Humbly devout, true to his word and trust,
Dejected and oppress'd; whilst the profane,
And wicked, and unjust, in glory reign,
Proudly triumphant, flush'd with power and gain;
What inference can human reason draw?
How can we guess the secret of thy law,
Or choose the path approv'd by power divine?
We take, alas, perforce the crooked line,
And act unwillingly the baser part,
Though loving truth and justice at our heart;
For very need reluctantly compell'd
To falsify the principles we held;
With party factions basely to comply;
To flatter, and dissemble, and to lie!
Yet He, the truly brave, tried by the test
Of sharp misfortune, is approv'd the best;
While the soul-searching power of indigence
Confounds the weak, and banishes pretence.
Of sharp misfortune, is approv'd the best;
While the soul-searching power of indigence
Confounds the weak, and banishes pretence.
Fixt in an honourable purpose still,
The brave preserve the same unconquer'd will,
Indifferent to fortune, good or ill.
The brave preserve the same unconquer'd will,
Indifferent to fortune, good or ill.
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