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“ On Contemplation, or the hallow'd ear “ Of Poet, swelling to seraphic strain."
And art thou, STANLEY*, of that facred band? Alas, for us too soon! Tho'rais'd above The reach of human pain, above the flight Of human joy; yet, with a mingled ray Of fadly pleas'd remembrance, muft thou feel A mother's love, a mother's tender woe : Who seeks thee still, in many a former scene; Seeks thy fair form, thy lovely beaming eyes, Thy pleasing converse, by gay lively sense Inspir’d; where moral wisdom mildly shone, Without the toil of art; and virtue glow'd, In all her smiles, without forbidding pride. But, thou best of parents! wipe thy tears ; Or rather to PARENTAL Nature pay The tears of grateful joy, who for a while Lent thee this younger self, this opening bloom Of thy enlightened mind and gentle worth. Believe the Muse: the wintry blast of death Kills not the buds of virtue ; no, they spread,
* A young lady, well known to the author, who died at the age of eighteen, in the year 1738.
Beneath the heavenly beam of brighter suns,
Thus up the mount, in airy vifion rapt,
Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood Rolls fair, and placid; where collected all, In one impetuous torrent, down the steep It thundering shoots, and shakes the country round. At first, an azure sheet, it rushes broad; Then whitening by degrees, as prone it falls, And from the loud-resounding rocks below Dash'd in a cloud of foam, it sends aloft A hoary mist, and forms a ceaseless shower, Nor can the tortur'd wave here find repose: But, raging still amid the shaggy rocks, Now flashes o'er the scatter'd fragments, now Allant the hollow channel rapid darts ; And falling fast from gradual Nope to slope, With wild infracted course, and lessened roar, It gains a safer bed, and steals, at last, Along the mazes of the quiet vale,
Invited from the cliff, to whose dark brow
Beside the dewy border let me sit,
Now, while I taste the sweetness of the shade, While Nature lies around deep-lull'd in Noon, Now come, bold Fancy, spread a daring flight,
And view the wonders of the torrid Zone :
skies See, how at once the bright-effulgent sun, Rifing direct, swift chases from the sky The short-liv'd twilight; and with ardent blaze Looks gaily fierce thro' all the dazzling air: He mounts his throne ; but kind before him sends, Issuing from out the portals of the morn, The general Breeze*, to mitigate his fire, And breathe refreshment on a fainting world. Great are the scenes, with dreadful beauty crown'd And barbarous wealth, that see, each circling year, Returning funs and double seasons † pass : Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, That on the high equator ridgy rise, Whence many a bursting stream auriferous plays : Majestic woods, of every vigorous green,
* Which blows constantly between the tropics from the east, or the collateral points, the north-east and south-east: caused by the pressure of the rarefied air on that before it, according to the diurnal motion of the fun from east to west.
† In all climates between the tropics, the sun, as he passes and repasses in his annual motion, is twice a year vertical, which produces this effect.
Stage above stage, high waving o'er the hills ;
contain Bear me, Pomona! to thy citron groves ; To where the lemon and the piercing lime, With the deep orange, glowing thro' the green, Their lighter glories blend. Lay me reclin'd Beneath the spreading tamarind that fhakes, Fann’d by the breeze, its fever-cooling fruit. Deep in the night the massy locuft sheds, Quench my hot limbs ; or lead me thro' the maze, Embowering endless, of the Indian fig; Or thrown at gayer ease, on some fair brow, Let me behold, by breezy murmurs coold, Broad o'er my head the verdant cedar wave,