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Parental love at once, now needless grown.
Unlavish Wisdom never works in vain.
'Tis on some evening, funny, grateful, mild,
When nought but balm is breathing through the woods,
With yellow lustre bright, that the new tribes
Visit the spacious heavens, and look abroad 735
On nature's common, far as they can see,
Or wing, their range and pasture. O'er the boughs
Dancing about, still at the giddy verge
Their resolution fails; their pinions still,
In loose libration stretch'd, to truft the void 740
Trembling refufe: till down before them fly
The parent-guides, and chide, exhort, command,
Or push them off. The surging air receives
Its plumy burden; and their felf-taught wings
Winnow the waving element. On ground 745
Alighted, bolder up again they lead,
Farther and farther on, the lengthening flight ;
Till, vanilh'd every fear, and every power
Rouz'd into life and action, light in air *Th’acquitted parents see their soaring race, 750 And once rejoicing never know them more.
High from the summit of a craggy cliff, Hung o'er the deep, such as amazing frowns On utmost * Kilda's shore, whose lonely race Resign the setting fun to Indian worlds,
755 The royal eagle draws his vigorous young, Strong-pounc'd, and ardent with paternal fire.
* The farthest of the western islands of Scotland.
Now fit to raise a kingdom of their own,
He drives them from his fort, the towering seat,
For ages, of his empire ; which, in peace, 760
Unstain'd he holds, while many a league to sea
He wings his course, and preys in diftant illes.
Should I my steps turn to the rural seat,
Whose lofty elms, and venerable oaks,
Invite the rook, who high amid the boughs, 765
In early Spring, his airy city builds,
And ceaseless caws amufive; there, well-pleas’d,
I might the various polity survey
Of the mixt houshold kind. The careful hen
Calls all her chirping family around,
770 Fed and defended by the fearless cock; Whose breast with ardour flames, as on he walks, Graceful, and crows defiance. In the pond, The finely-checker'd duck, before her train, Rows garrulous. The stately-failing swan 775 Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale; And, arching proud his neck, with oary feet Bears forward fierce, and guards his ofier-isle, Protective of his young. The turkey nigh, Loud-threatening reddens; while the peacock spreads His every-colour'd glory to the fun, And swims in radiant majefty along. O'er the whole homely scene, the cooing dove Flies thick in amorous chace, and wanton rolls The glancing eye, and turns the changeful neck. 785
While thus the gentle tenants of the shade Indulge their purer loves, the rougher world
Of brutes, below, rush furious into flame,
And fierce desire. Through all his lusty veins
The bull, deep-scorch'd, the raging paffion feels. 790
Of pasture fick, and negligent of food,
Scarce seen, he wades among the yellow broom,
While o'er his ample fides the rambling sprays
Luxuriant shoot; or through the mazy wood
Dejected wanders, nor th' inticing bud
Crops, though it presses on his careless fenfè.
And oft, in jealous maddening fancy wrapt,
He seeks the fight; and, idly-butting, feigns
His rival gor'd in every knotty trunk.
Him should he meet, the bellowing war begins : 800
Their eyes flash fury; to the hollow'd earth,
Whence the fand flies, they mutter bloody deeds,
And, groaning deep, th' impetuous battle mix:
While the fair heifer, balmy breathing, near,
Stands kindling up their rage. The trembling steed,
With this hot impulse seiz'd in every nerve,
Nor heeds the rein, nor hears the founding thong;
Blows are not felt; but, toffing high his head,
And by the well-known joy to distant plains
Attracted strong, all wild he bursts away; .
O'er rocks, and woods, and craggy mountains flies :
And, neighing, on th' aërial summit takes
Th' exciting gale; then, steep-defcending, cleaves
The headlong torrents foaming down the hills,
Ev’n where the madness of the straiten'd stream
Turns in black eddies round; such is the force
With which his frantic heart and finews fwell.
Nor undelighted by the boundless Spring Are the broad monsters of the foaming deep: From the deep ooze and gelid cavern rous’d, 820 They founce and tumble in unwieldy joy. Dire were the strain, and diffonant, to sing The cruel raptures of the favage kind: How by this flame their native wrath sublim'd, They roam, amid the fury of their heart, The far-resounding waste in fiercer bands, And growl their horrid loves. But this the theme I fing, enraptur’d, to the British Fair, Forbids, and leads me to the mountain-brow, Where fits the shepherd on the grassy turf, Inhaling, healthful, the descending fun. Around him feeds his many-bleating flock, Of various cadence; and his sportive lambs, This way and that convolv'd, in friskful glee, Their frolicks play. And now the sprightly race Invites them forth; when swift, the fignal given, They start away, and sweep the maffy mound That runs around the hill; the rampart once Of iron war, in ancient barbarous times, When disunited Britain ever bled,
840 Loft in eternal broil : ere yet she grew To this deep-laid indissoluble state, Where Wealth and Commerce lift their golden heads; And o'er our labours, Liberty and Law, Impartial, watch; the wonder of a world!
What is this mighty Breatb, ye sages, say, That, in a powerful language, felt, not heard,
Instructs the fowls of heaven; and through their breast
These arts of love diffuses? What, but God?
Inspiring God! who boundless Spirit all,
And unremitting Energy, pervades,
Adjusts, sustains, and agitates the whole.
He ceaseless works alone ; and yet alone
Seems not to work : with such perfection fram’d
Is this complex ftupendous scheme of things.
But, though conceald, to every purer eye
Th’informing Author in his works appears :
Chief, lovely Spring, in thee, and thy soft scenes,
The Smiling God is seen; while water, earth,
And air, atteft his bounty; which exalts
The brute creation to this finer thought,
And annual melts their undesigning hearts
Profusely thus in tenderness and joy
Still let my fong a nobler note assume,
And fing th' infusive force of Spring on Man';
When heaven and earth, as if contending, vye
To raise his being, and serene his soul.
Can he forbear to join the general smile
Of Nature? Can fierce paffions vex his breast,
While every gale is peace, and every grove
Is melody? Hence! from the bounteous walks
Of flowing Spring, ye sordid fons of earth,
Hard, and unfeeling of another's woe;
Or only lavish to yourselves; away!
But come, ye generous minds, in whose wide thought,
Of all his works, creative Bounty burns
With warmest beam; and on your open front