From _The Vanity of Human Wishes_:

Still raise for good the supplicating voice,
But leave to heav'n the measure and the choice,
Safe in his pow'r, whose eyes discern afar
The secret ambush of a specious pray'r.
Implore his aid, in his decisions rest,
Secure whate'er he gives, he gives the best....
Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind,
Obedient passions, and a will resign'd;
For love, which scarce collective man can fill;
For patience sov'reign o'er transmuted ill;
For faith, that panting for a happier seat,
Counts death kind Nature's signal of retreat:
These goods for man the laws of heav'n ordain,
These goods he grants, who grants the pow'r to gain;
With these celestial wisdom calms the mind,
And makes the happiness she does not find.

_The Vanity of Human Wishes_ is reproduced from a copy in the William
Andrews Clark Memorial Library; the _Rambler_ papers from copies in
possession of Professor E.N. Hooker. The lines from T.S. Eliot's _Four
Quartets_ are quoted with the permission of Harcourt, Brace and Company.

_Bertrand H. Bronson
University of California
Berkeley_