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 | The complete works, poetry and prose, of the Rev. Edward Young prefixed, a life of the author, by John Doran ... With eight illustrations on steel, and a portrait. In two volumes |  |
Here a fifth proof arises, stronger still:
Why this so nice construction of our hearts;
These delicate moralities of Sense;
This constitutional reserve of aid
To succour Virtue, when our Reason fails;
If Virtue—kept alive by care and toil,
And oft the mark of injuries on earth,
When labour'd to maturity, (its bill
Of disciplines and pains unpaid,)—must die?
Why freighted rich to dash against a rock?
Were man to perish when most fit to live,
O how misspent were all these stratagems,
By skill Divine inwoven in our frame!
Where are Heaven's holiness and mercy fled?
Laughs Heaven at once at Virtue and at man?
If not, why that discouraged, this destroy'd?
Why this so nice construction of our hearts;
These delicate moralities of Sense;
This constitutional reserve of aid
To succour Virtue, when our Reason fails;
If Virtue—kept alive by care and toil,
And oft the mark of injuries on earth,
When labour'd to maturity, (its bill
Of disciplines and pains unpaid,)—must die?
Why freighted rich to dash against a rock?
Were man to perish when most fit to live,
O how misspent were all these stratagems,
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Where are Heaven's holiness and mercy fled?
Laughs Heaven at once at Virtue and at man?
If not, why that discouraged, this destroy'd?
| The complete works, poetry and prose, of the Rev. Edward Young prefixed, a life of the author, by John Doran ... With eight illustrations on steel, and a portrait. In two volumes | |