Note 1096 — AN ESSAY ON MAN, IN FOUR EPISTLES (continued 3)
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Our poet is certainly indebted to the following verses of Mrs. Chandler on Solitude:
He's all in all: his wisdom, goodness, pow'r, Spring in each blade, and bloom in ev'ry flow'r; } Smile o'er the meads, and bend in ev'ry hill, Glide in the stream, and murmur in the rill: All nature moves obedient to his will.
Dryden, in the State of Innocence, Act v., was probably also in our poet's recollection:
Where'er thou art, he is: th' eternal mind Acts through all places, is to none confined; Fills ocean, earth, and air, and all above, And through the universal mass does move.—Wakefield.