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 Say, will the falcon, stooping from above, Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove? Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings? Or hears the hawk when sings? Man cares for all: To birds he gives his woods, To beasts his pastures, and to fish his floods; For some his int'rest prompts him to provide, For more his pleasure, yet for more his pride: All feed on one vain patron, and enjoy Th'extensive blessing of his luxury. That very life his learned hunger craves, He saves from famine, from the savage saves: Nay, feasts the animal he dooms his feast: And, till he ends the being, makes it blest; Which sees no more the stroke, or feels the pain, Than favour'd man by touch etherial slain. The creature had his feast of life before; Thou too must perish, when thy feast is o'er! each unthinking being, heav'n, a friend, Gives not the useless knowledge of its end; To man imparts it; but with such a view, As, while he dreads it, makes him hope it too: The hour conceal'd, and so remote the fear, Death still draws nearer, never seeming near. Great standing miracle! that heav'n assign'd Its only thinking thing this turn of mind. with reason, or with instinct bless'd, Know all enjoy that pow'r that suits them best;