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    Book III - Page 2

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    the Earth, with approbation marks
    The just man, and divulges him through Heaven
    To all his Angels, who with true applause
    Recount his praises. Thus he did to Job,
    When, to extend his fame through Heaven and Earth,
    As thou to thy reproach may'st well remember,
    He asked thee, 'Hast thou seen my servant Job?'
    Famous he was in Heaven; on Earth less known,
    Where glory is false glory, attributed
    To things not glorious, men not worthy of fame.
    They err who count it glorious to subdue
    By conquest far and wide, to overrun
    Large countries, and in field great battles win,
    Great cities by assault. What do these worthies
    But rob and spoil, burn, slaughter, and enslave
    Peaceable nations, neighbouring or remote,
    Made captive, yet deserving freedom more
    Than those their conquerors, who leave behind
    Nothing but ruin wheresoe'er they rove,
    And all the flourishing works of peace destroy;
    Then swell with pride, and must be titled Gods,
    Great benefactors of mankind, Deliverers,
    Worshipped with temple, priest, and sacrifice?
    One is the son of Jove, of Mars the other;
    Till conqueror Death discover them scarce men,
    Rowling in brutish vices, and deformed,
    Violent or shameful death their due reward.
    But, if there be in glory aught of good;
    It may be means far different be attained,
    Without ambition, war, or violence--
    By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent,
    By patience, temperance. I mention still
    Him whom thy wrongs, with saintly patience borne,
    Made famous in a land and times obscure;
    Who names not now with honour patient Job?
    Poor Socrates, (who next more memorable?)
    By what he taught and suffered for so doing,
    For truth's sake suffering death unjust, lives now
    Equal in fame to proudest conquerors.
    Yet, if for fame and glory aught be done,
    Aught suffered--if young African for fame
    His wasted country freed from Punic rage--
    The deed becomes unpraised, the man at least,
    And loses, though but verbal, his reward.
    Shall I seek glory, then, as vain men seek,
    Oft not deserved? I seek not mine, but His
    Who sent me, and thereby witness whence I am."

    To whom the Tempter, murmuring, thus replied:--
    "Think not so slight of glory, therein least

    Resembling thy great Father. He seeks glory,
    And for his glory all things made, all things
    Orders and governs; nor content in Heaven,
    By all his Angels glorified, requires
    Glory from men, from all men, good or bad,
    Wise or unwise, no difference, no exemption.
    Above all sacrifice, or hallowed gift,
    Glory he requires, and glory he receives,
    Promiscuous from all nations, Jew, or Greek,
    Or Barbarous, nor exception hath declared;
    From us, his foes pronounced, glory he exacts."
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