Note 2 — INEBRIETY.
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"Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind
Sees God in Clouds, and hears him in the wind;
Whose Soul proud science never taught to stray
Far as the solar walk, or milky way,
Yet simple nature to his hope has given
Behind the cloud-top't hill an humbler Heaven;
Some safer world, in depth of woods embrac'd,
Some happier island, in a watry waste:
Where slaves once more their native land behold,
Nor friends torment, nor Christians thirst for Gold;
To live, contents his natural desire,
He asks no Seraph's wing, no Angel's fire,
But thinks admitted to that equal Sky,
His faithful Dog, shall bear him company:
Go, wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense
Weigh thy opinion against Providence;
Call imperfection what thou fancy'st such,
Say here he gives too little, here too much,
Destroy all creatures for thy sport and gust,
Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust;
If man alone engross not Heaven's high care,
Alone made perfect here, immortal there:
Snatch from his hand the balance and the rod,
Rejudge his Justice, and be God of God."
Pope's Essay on Man.—