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Since great thy love, and great our want,
 and men the wisest blind,
And bliss our aim; pronounce us all
 distracted, or resign'd;

Resign'd thro' duty, int'rest, shame;
 deep shame! dare I complain,
When (wond'rous truth!) in heav'n itself
 joy ow'd its birth to pain?

And pain for me! for me was drain'd
 gall's overflowing bowl;
And shall one drop to murmur bold
 provoke my guilty soul?

If pardon'd this, what cause, what crime
 can indignation raise?
The sun was lighted up to shine,
 and man was born to praise;

And when to praise the man shall cease,
 or sun to strike the view;
A cloud dishonours both; but man's
 the blacker of the two;

For oh! ingratitude how black?
 with most profound amaze
At love, which man belov'd o'erlooks,
 astonish'd angels gaze.

Praise