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 All serv'd, all serving! nothing stands alone; The chain holds on, and where it ends unknown. God, thou fool! work'd solely for thy good, Thy joy, thy pastime, thy attire, thy food? Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, For him as kindly spread the flow'ry lawn. Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings? Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings: Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own and raptures swell the note: The bounding steed you pompously bestride, Shares with his lord the pleasure and the pride: Is thine alone the feed that strews the plain? The birds of heav'n shall vindicate their grain: Thine the full harvest of the golden year? Part pays, and justly, the deserving steer: The hog, that plows not, nor obeys thy call, Lives on the labours of this lord of all. nature's children all divide her care; The fur that warms a monarch, warm'd a bear. While man exclaims, 'See all things for my use! See man for mine!' replies a pamper'd goose; And just as short of reason he must fall, Who thinks all made for one, not one for all. that the pow'rful still the weak control, Be man the wit and tyrant of the whole, Nature that tyrant checks; he only knows And helps another creature's wants and woes.