Nor refuge finds, except that last it be Of wilder'd souls-the atheist's reverie! He reigns-the same who left the heavens to prove His truth unbending, infinite His love. And, reigning He,-tho' clouds himself surround, The sceptre must be just, the throne unsullied found. Above the flood that, else, on men would burst, The preceding Poem was projected and in great part written somewhere about the year 1821. It is now many years since the last lines were added, and feeling tolerably certain that I shall never bring myself to finish it, I give it as it is, presuming that my friends would rather have it even thus, than that it should be entirely withheld. CONTENTMENT. 1816. "True riches! where, oh! where do ye reside? "I feel my heart would still be riven Thus, as I mourn'd, embittering the rod, "I'm call'd CONTENT," she said, "but, sweeter, "Meek RESIGNATION to the will of God. "Untaught by me, true wealth must 'scape your eye. "Golconda's mines, the gold of Ophir, Wit, beauty,-emptiness discover, "Or bid some new desire hover "O'er things forbidden, or which nought can buy. "Couldst thou the varied stores of knowledge boast, "Thro' all the world's best pleasures wander, "Of all its kingdoms be commander, "Still wouldst thou weep, like Alexander, "When all possessing, discontented most. "He only has the prize with whom I'm found; Equal to all his need, his treasure, "Or great, or small, whate'er its measure, "His very wants are springs of pleasure, "To do the will of heaven, their utmost bound. "But I can only dwell where I can meet "Humility, my elder sister; "(I flee the bosoms that resist her) "Seek her then, where none ever miss'd her; "Attending meekly at Immanuel's feet!" TO AN AVOWED INFIDEL. 1817. You slight religion-" and on solid ground," you say, That all your boasted "solid ground" was-Earth. |