Cease then, nor ORDER Imperfection name: Our proper bliss depends on what we blame. Know they own point: This kind, this due degree Of blindness, weakness, Heav'n bestows on thee. Submit -- In this, or any other sphere, Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear: Safe in the hand of one disposing Pow'r, Or in the natal, or hte mortal hour. All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee; All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not see; All Discord, Harmony, not understood; All partial Evil, universal Good: And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite, One truth is clear, "Whatever IS, is RIGHT."-- 281-94.
Pope refers to the condition of all people, not men or women particularly. The last line came, over the course of the eighteenth century, to represent a docile acquiescence to problems. Samuel Johnson likens his facile optimism to Leibniz.