Tuesday, December 2nd, 2003
A Pope writes:
Heavn from all creatures hides the book of fate,
All but the page prescribd, their present state:
From brutes what men, from men what spirits know:
Or who could suffer being here below?
The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today,
Had he thy reason, would he skip and play?
Pleasd to the last, he crops the flowry food,
And licks the hand just raisd to shed his blood.
Oh blindness to the future! kindly givn,
That each may fill the circle markd by heavn:
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurld,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
The soul, uneasy and confind from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Here Pope appears to be drawing an analogy between Man and lamb then leads to the image of a circle. Is this a set of ideas on order and dare I say “limitation”?