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LIV. < But should your hearts to fame unfeeling be, “ If right I read, you pleasure all require : “ Then hear how best may be obtain'd this fee, " How best enjoy'd this nature's wide desire. “ Toil, and be glad! let Industry inspire “ Into your quicken'd limbs her buoyant breath! “6 Who does not act is dead; abforpt entire * In miry sloth, no pride, no joy he hath : * O leaden-hearted men, to be in love with death!

LV. 46 Ah! what avail the largest gifts of Heaven, “ When drooping health and spirits go amiss ?

How tasteless then whatever can be given? * Health is the vital principle of bliss, " And exercise of health. In proof of this, « Behold the wretch, who slugs his life away, « Soon swallow'd in disease's fad abyss;

" While he whom toil has brac'd, or manly play, * Has light as air each limb, each thought as clear as LVI.

[day. « O, who can speak the vigorous joy of health! “ Unclogg'd the body, unobscur'd the mind : “ The morning risos gay, with pleasing stealth, « The temperate evening falls serene and kind. « In health the wiser brutes true gladness find. 6. See ! how the younglings frisk along the meads, “ As May comes on, and wakes the balmy wind;

“ Rampant with life, their joy all joy exceeds: “ Yet what but high-strung health this dancing plea“ faunce breeds ?



LVII. « But here, instead, is foster'd every ill, " Which or distemper'd minds or bodies know. “ Come then, my kindred spirits ! do not spilt “ Your talents here. This place is but a shew, " Whose charms delude you to the den of woe: 6. Come, follow me, I will direct you right, “ Where pleasure's roses, void of serpents, groav, :

“ Sincere as sweet; come, follow this good knight, " And you will bless the day that brought him to your LVIII.

[light. « Some he will lead to courts, and some to camps; • To senates fome, and public fage debates, • Where, by the folemn gleam of midnight-lamps, “ The world is pois’d, and manag'd mighty ftates; “ To high discovery fome, that new-creates « The face of earth; fome to the thriving mart; “ Some to the rural reign, and softer fates ;

" To the sweet Muses fome, who raife the heart; " All glory shall be yours, all nature, and all art.

LIX. so There are, I fee, who listen to my lay, “ Who wretched figh for virtue, but despair. “ All may be done, (methinks I hear them fay) “ Ev'n death defpis’d by generous actions fair ; “ All, but for those who to thefe bowers repair, “ Their every power diffolv'd in luxury, * To quit of torpid huggishness the lair, “ And from the powerful arms of floth get free. Tis rising from the deadAlas I-It cannot be!

LX. « Would

LX. * Would you then learn to diffipate the band “ Of these huge threatening difficulties dire, “ That in the weak man's way like lions stand, “ His soul appall, and damp his rising fire ? “ Resolve, resolve, and to be men aspire. “ Exert that noblest privilege, alone, “ Here to mankind indulg'd: control desire :

Let godlike Reason, from her sovereign throne, “ Speak the commanding word I will--and it is done.

L.XI. “ Heavens! can you then thus waste, in fhameful wise, “ Your few important days of tryal here? “ Heirs of eternity! y.born to rise “ Through endless states of being, ftill more near “ To bliss approaching, and perfection clear, “ Can you renounce a fortune so sublime, “ Such glorious hopes, your backward steps to steer.

« And roll, with vileft brutes, thro' mud and slime? " No! no!-Your heaven-touch'd heart disdains the


[fordid crime!" “ Enough! enough?” they cry'd-frait from the The better sort on wings of transport fly: [crowd, As when amid the lifelefs fummits proud Of Alpine cliffs, where to the gelid sky Snows pil'd on snows in wintery torpor lie, The rays divine of vernal Phæbus play ; Th’awaken'd heaps, in streamlets from on high,

Rouz’d into action, lively leap away, [gay. Glad warbling through the vales, in their new being


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Not less the life, the vivid joy serene,
That lighted up these new-created men,
Than that which wings th' exulting spirit clean,
When, just deliver'd from his fleshly den,
It foaring seeks its native skies agen:
How light its essence ! how unclogg'd its powers,
Beyond the blazon of my mortal pen!

Ev'n so we glad forfook these finful bowers,
Lv'n such enraptur'd life, such energy was ours.

LXIV. But far the greater part, with rage infiam’d, Dire-mutter'd curses, and blafphem'd high Jove. • Ye fons of hate! (they bitterly exclaim'd) 6. What brought you to this seat of peace and love? “ While with kind nature, here amid the grove, “ We pass’d the harmless fabbath of our time, " What to disturb it could, fell men, emove

• Your barbarous hearts? Is happiness a crime? “ Then do the fiends of hell rule in yon heaven fublime.

LXV. “ Yeimpious wretches,” (quoth the knight in wrath) “ Your happiness behold!”-Then strait a wand He wav'd, an anti-magic power that hath, Truth from illufive falsehood to command. Sudden the landskip finks on every hand; The pure quick streams are marshy puddles found; On baleful heaths the groves all blacken'd stand;

And, o'er the weedy foul abhorred ground, Snakes, adders, toads, each loathsome creature crawis around.


And here and there, on trees by lightning seath’d,
Unhappy wights who loathed life yhung;
Or, in fresh gore and recent murder bath'd,
They weltering lay; or else, infuriate flung
Into the gloomy flood, while ravens sung
The funeral dirge, they down the torrent rollid:
These, by distemper'd blood to madness ftung,
Had doom'd themselves; whence oft, when night

The world, returning hither their fad fpirits howl’d.

Meantime a moving scene was open laid ;
That lazar-house, I whilom in my lay
Depeinted have, its horrors deep-display'd,
And gave unnumber'd wretches to the day,
Who toffing there in fqualid misery lay.
Soon as of sacred light th' unwonted smile
Pour'd on these living catacombs its ray,

Through the drear caverns stretching many a mile,
The fick up-rais'd their heads, and dropp'd their woes

[awhile. “ O, heaven! (they cry'd) and do we once more fee “ Yon blessed fun, and this green earth so fair ? “ Are we from noisome damps of pest-louse free? “ And drink our fouls the sweet ethereal air? O, thou ! or knight, or god! who holdest there “ That fiend, oh, keep him in eternal chains ! “ But what for us, the children of despair,

Brought to the brink of hell, what hope remains ? " Repentance does itself but aggravate our pains."




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