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Ye forests bend, ye harvests wave, to Him;
your still song into the reaper's heart, 60
65 Great source of day! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On nature write with every beam His praise. The thunder rolls: be hush'd the prostrate world; 70 While cloud to cloud returns the folemn hymn. Bleat out afresh, ye hills : ye mossy rocks, Retain the found: the broad responsive lowe, Ye vallies, raise; for the Great Shepherd reigns ; And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come. .75 Ye woodlands all, awake: a boundless song Burst from the groves! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the night His praise. So Ye chief, for whom the whole creation smiles, At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all, Crown the great hymn! in swarming cities vaft, Assembled men, to the deep organ join The long-resounding voice, oft-breaking clear,
85 At folemn pauses, through the swelling base ; And, as each mingling flame increases each, In one united ardor rise to heaven. Vol. I,
rather chuse the rural shade, And find a fane in every secret grove; There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the summer-ray 95 Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rises in the blackening east; Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat.
Should fate command me to the fartheft verge Of the green earth, to distant bar barous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the fun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th’ Atlantic ifles ; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt,
105 In the void waste as in the city full; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy. When ev’n at last the folemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic Aight to future worlds, I chearful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders fing: I cannot go Where Universal Love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their fons; From seeming evil ftill educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression. But I lefe Myself in Him, in Light ineffable; Come then, expressive Silence, mule His praise.
THIS poem being writ in the manner of Spenser, the obsolete words, and a fimplicity of diction in some of the lines, which borders on the ludicrous, were necessary, to make the imitation more perfect. And the style of that admirable poet, as well as the meafure in which he wrote, are, as it were, appropriated by cuftom to all allegorical poems writ in our language; just as in French the stile of Marot, who lived under Francis I. has been used in tales, and familiar epiftles, by the politest writers of the age of Louis XIV.
ESPLANATION of the OBSOLETE WORDS
used in this Poem.
the chief Fays-fairies. or greatest of magici- Gear or Geer--furniture, ans or enchanters.
equipage, dress. Apaid-paid.
Glaive-fword. (Fr.) Appal-affright.
Glee-joy, pleasure. Atween-between.
Hight-named, called; and Bale-forrow, trouble, mis sometimes it is used for fortune.
is called. See stanza vii. Benempt-named.
Idlefs-Idleness. Blazon--painting, display- Imp-child, or offspring ; ing.
from the Saxon impan, to Breme-cold, raw.
graft or plant. Carol-to fing songs of joy. Keft--for caft. Caucus the north-eaft Lad-for led. wind.
Lea-a piece of land, of Certes-certainly.
meadow. Dan—a word prefixed to Libbard-leopard.
Lig—to lie. Deftlyskilfully.
Lofel-a loose idle fellow. Depainted-painted. Louting-bowing, bending. Drowsy-head-drowsiness. Lithe-loose, lax.
Mell--mingle. Eftfoons-immediately, of- Moe-mere.
tex, afterwards. Moil-10 labour. Ekemalo.