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The UNIVERSE.
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Though all around ten thousand Wonders rise,Or Pleasure casts a Mist before his Eyes,Or Cares of Wealth his groveling Soul employ,Or wild Ambition is his darling Joy,While God's amazing Works unheeded pass,Like Images that fleet before a Glass.
Unwise! and thoughtless! impotent! and blindCan Wealth, or Grandeur, satisfy the Mind?Of all those Pleasures Mortals most admire,Is there one Joy sincere, that will not tire?Can Love it self endure? or Beauty's CharmsAfford that Bliss we fancy in its Arms?———Then, let thy Soul, more glorious Aims pursue:Have thy Creator and his Works in view:Be these thy Study: hence thy Pleasures bring:And drink large Draughts of Wisdom from its Spring:That Spring, whence perfect Joy, and calm Repose,And blest Content, and Peace eternal flows.

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