Who look on disappointments, toils and strife

Who look on disappointments, toils and strife, And all the consequential ills of life, Not as severities, or causeless woes, But easy terms indulgent Heav'n allows To man, by short probation to obtain Immortal recompence for transient pain; The intent of Heav'n, thus rightly understood, From ev'ry evil we extract a good; This truth divine, implanted in the heart, Supports each drudging mortal thro' his part; Gives a delightful prospect to the blind, The friendless thence a constant succour find; The wretch, by fraud betray'd, by power oppress'd, With this restorative, still sooths his breast; This suffering virtue chears, this pain beguiles, And decks calamity herself in smiles.