See Innocence with various cares distress'd,
Unfed, uncloath'd, unmansion'd, and oppress'd!
See modest Worth, 'midst troubles undeserv'd!
Admir'd, repuls'd! just pity'd, prais'd, and starv'd!
Yet still rejoice the sons of virtuous Woe,
Tho' prosperous Vice triumphant reigns below;
On Honour's mount tho' glares the perjur'd chief,
They walk contented thro' the vale of grief!
— It must be so — what Reasoner can believe,
That souls, when freed from bodies, cease to live?
Let Age the weak corporeal frame destroy,
The soul survives — this, this can never die:
Whilst that inactive moulders in the tomb,
This still shall flourish in immortal bloom,
Purg'd from all earthly dross, for ever rove
Thro' all th' unbounded tracts of happiness above.