To 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.