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Rh And yet, sad truth! in this our world 'tis found, What contradictions here my soul confound! A God once dwelt on earth amongst mankind, Yet vices still lay waste the human mind; He could not do it, this proud sophist cries, He could, but he declined it, that replies; He surely will, ere these disputes have end, Lisbon's foundations hidden thunders rend, And thirty cities' shattered remnants fly, With ruin and combustion through the sky, From dismal Tagus' ensanguined shore, To where of Cadiz' sea the billows roar. Or man's a sinful creature from his birth, And God to woe condemns the sons of earth; Or else the God who being rules and space, Untouched with pity for the human race, Indifferent, both from love and anger free, Still acts consistent to His first decree: Or matter has defects which still oppose God's will, and thence all human evil flows; Or else this transient world by mortals trod, Is but a passage that conducts to God. Our transient sufferings here shall soon be o'er, And death will land us on a happier shore. But when we rise from this accursed abyss, Who by his merit can lay claim to bliss? Dangers and difficulties man surround, Doubts and perplexities his mind confound. To nature we apply for truth in vain, God should His will to human kind explain. He only can illume the human soul, Instruct the wise man, and the weak console.