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But see from age, from infant weakness sce, From low pursuits the ducule mind to save, That man was destin'd for society;
Creeds that contract, and vices that enslave; There from those ills a safe retreat behold, O'er life's rough seas iis doubıful course to steer, Which young migiit vanquish, or afflict him Unbroke by av'rice, bigotry, or fear! 1 old.
For this fair Science spreads her light afar, “That, in proportion as each being stays And fills the bright urn of her eastern star. In perfect life, it rises and decays -
'The liberal power in no sequester'd cells, Is Nature's law -- to forms alone confin'd, No moonshine-couris of dreaming schoolmen The laws of matter act not on the Mind.“
dwells; Too feebly, sure, its faculties must grow, Distinguish'd far her lofty tample stands, And Reason brings her borrow'd light too slow." Where the talt inountain looks o'er distanı lands,
O! still censorious? art thou thien possest All round her throne the graceful arts appear, Of reason's power, and does she rule thy breast? | That boast the empire of the eye or car Say what the use-- had Providence assign'd | See favour'u first, and nearest to the throne To infant years maturity of mind ?
| By the rapt mien of musing Silence known, That thy pert offspring, as their father wise, Fled from herself, the Pow'r of Numbers plac'd, Alight scorn thy precepts, and rhypow'r despise? Her wild thoughts watch'd by Harmony and Or mourn, with ill-match'd faculties at strife,
Taste. O'er limbs unequal to the task of life?
There (but at distance never meant to vie), To feel more sensibly tlie woes that wait . The full-forin'd image glancing on her eye, On every period, as on every state;
See lively Painting! on her various face, And slight, sad convicts of each painful truth, I Quick-gliding forms a moment find a place; The happier trifles of unthinking youth? She looks, she acts the character she gives,
Conclude we then the progress of the mind and a new feature in each feature lives. Ordain'd by wisdom infinitely kind:
See Attic ease in Sculpture's graceful air, No innate knowledge on the soul imprest, | Half loose her robe, and half uubound her hair; No birthright instinct acting in the breast, To life, to life, she smiling seems to call, No natal light, no beau from Heav'n display'd, And down her fair hands negligently fall. Dart through the darkness of the mental shade. Last, but not meanest, of the glorious choir, Perceptive powers we hold from Heav'n's decree, ! See Music, lisi'ning to an angel's lyre. Alike to kriowledge as to virtue free,
Simplicity, their beauteous handinaid, drest In both a liberal agency we bear,
By Nature, bears a field-flower on her breast. The moral here, the intellectual there; 10 Arts divine! O magic Powers that inove And hence in both an equal joy is known, The springs of truth, enlarging truth and love! The conscious pleasure of an act our own. | Lost in their charms each mean attachmeni ends,
Whenfirst the trembling eye receives the day, And Taste and Knowledge thus are Virtue's External forms on young perception play;
! friends. External forms afiect the mind alone,
Thus nature:Icigns to sympathize with art, Their diff'ront pow'rs and properties unknown. And leads the inoral beauty to the heart; See the pleas'd infunt court the flaming brand, There, only there, that strong attraction lies, Eager to grasp the glory in its hand!
| Which makes the soul, and bids her graces The crystal ware as eager to pervade,
rise, Stretch its fond arms to meet the smiling shade! Lives in those powers of harmony that bind When Memory's call the inimic words obey, Congenial hearis,and stretch from mind to mind: And wing the thought that falters on its way; Glow'd in that warinth, that social kindness When wisc experience her slow verdict draws,
gave, The sure effect exploring in the Cause, Which once the rest is silence and the grave. In Nature's rude, but not unfruitful wild, . O tears, that warm from wounded friendship Reflection springs, and Reason is her child. I flow! On her fair stock the blooming scyon grows, O thoughts, that wake to monuments of woe! And brighter through revolving seasons blows. Reflection keen, that points the painful dart; All beanteous flower! immortal shalt thou Mem'ry, that speeds its passage to the heart; shine,
Sad monitors, your cruel power suspend, When dimi with age yon golden orbs decline; And hide, for ever hide, the buried friend: Thy orient bloom, unconscious of decay, - -In vain-confest I see my Craufurd stand, Shall spread, and Aourish in eternal day. And the pen falls-falls froin my trembling hand;
O! with what art, my friend, what early care, E'en death's dim shadow seeks to hide, in vain, Should wisdomn cultivate a plant so fair! That lib'ral aspect, and that smile humane; How should her eve the rip'ning mind revise, E'en Death's dim shadow wears a languid light, And blast the burls of folly as they rise! And his eye beains through everlasting night. How should her hand with industry restrain Till the last sigh of Genius shall expire, The thriving growth of passion's frnitful train, His keen eye faded, and extinct his fire, Aspiring weeds, whose lofty aris would tow'r Till time, in league with Envy and with Death, With fatal shade o'er reason's tender flow'r! Blast the skilld hand and stop the tuneful breath,
Mo Craufurd still shall claim the mournful song, 1 & 35. Messiah, a Sacred Eclogue. Pope. So long remember'd, and bewail'd so long.
Ye Nymphs of Solyma! begin the song;
To heavenly themes sublimer sirains belong. § 34. The Universal Prayer. Pope. The mossy fountains and the sylvan shades, Deo. Opt. Mar.
The dreams of Pindus and the Aonian inaids, FATHER of All! in ev'ry age,
Delight no more. -0 Thou my voice inspire,
Who touch'd Isaiah's hallowed lips with fire! In ev'ry clime, ador'd,
Rapt into future times, the bard begun: By Saint, by Savage, and by Sage,
A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son! Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!
From Jesse's root behold a branch arise, Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Whose sacred flow'r with fragrance fills theskies; Who all my sense coufin'd
Th'ethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall move; To know but this, that 'Thon art good,
And on its top descends the mystic Dove. And that myself ain blind:
Ye heav'ns! from high the dewy nectar pour, Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
And in soft silence shed the kindly show'r! To see the good from ill;
The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid, And, binding nature fast in fate,
From storms a shelter, and from heat a shade. Lest free the human will.
All crimes shall cease, and antient fraud shall fail,
Reiurning Justice lift aloft her scale; What conscience dictates to be done,
Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend, Or warns me not to do,
And white rob’d Innocence from heav'n descend. This teach me more than hell to shun,
Swift fly the years, and rise th'expected morn! That more than heav'n pursue.
Oh spring to light auspicious Babe, be born! What blessings thy free bounty gives
See Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, Let me not cast away;
| With all the incense of the breathing spring; For God is paid when man receives,
Sce lofty Lebanon his head advance, Tenjoy is to obey.
See nodding forests on the mountains dance; Yet not to earth's contracted span
See spicy clouds from lowly Saron rise, Thy goodness let me bound,
And Carmel's flow'rý top perfuines the skies! Or think Thee Lord alone of man,
Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers ; When thousand worlds are round.
Prepare the way! a God, a God appears!
A God, a God! the vocal hills reply: | Let not this weak, unknowing hand
The rocks proclaim th' approaching Deity. Presume thy bolts to throw,
Lo, earth receives him froin the bending skies ! And deal damnation round the land
Sink down, ye mountaius, and, ye vallies, rise! On each I judge thy foe.
With heads declind, ye cedars, homage pay; If I am right, thy grace iinpart,
Be smooth, ye rocks; ye rapid floods, give way! Still in the right to stay;
The Saviour comes! by antient bards foretold; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart
Hear him, ye deaf! and, all ye blind behold! To find that better way.
He from thick filme shall purge the visual ray, Save me alike from foolish pride,
And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day:
'Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear, Or impious discontent,
And bid new music charn th' unfolding ear; At aught thy wisdom has deny'd,
The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, Or aught thy goodness lent.
And leap exulting, like the bounding roe. Teach me to feel another's woe,
No sigh, no murinur, the wide world shall hear : To hide the fault I see;
From ev'ry face he wipes off ev'ry tear. That mercy I to others show,
In adamantine chains shall death be bound, That mercy show to me.
And hell's grim tyrant. feel th' eternal wound. Mean tho' I am, not wholly so,
As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care, Since quicken'd by thy breath,
Seeks freshest pasture, and the purest air, O lead me wberesoe'er I go,
Explores the lost, the wand'ring sheep directs, Thro’this day's life, or death.
By day o'ersees them, and by night protects;
The tender lambs he raises in his arms, This day, be bread and peace my lot.
Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms; All else beneath the sun,
Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage, Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not;
The pronis'd Father of the future age. And let thy will be done.
No more shall nation against nation rise, To Thee, whose temple is all space,
Nor ardent wartiors meet with hateful eyes, Whose altar, earth, sea, skies!
Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er, One chorus let all Being raise!
The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more; All Nature's incense rise!
But useless lances into scythes shall bend,
Then palaces shall rise : the jovful son
Rewards, that either would to Virtue bring Shall tinish what his short-livid sire begun : No jov, or be destructive of the thing: Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield, How loni by these at sixty are undone And the same hand that sow'd, shall repinefield. The virtues of a saint at twenty-one! The swain in barren de arts, with surprise, To whom can riches give repute or trust, Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise; Content, or pleasure, but the good and just? and starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear Judges and Senates have been bought for gold, Niw falls of water murunuring in his car. Esteem and lore were never to be sold. On rifted rocks the dragon's late abodes, (Oh fool; to think God hates the worthy mind, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush no'ls, The lover, and the love of human kind, Waste sandy valleys, once perplexid with thorn, Whoselifeishealthful,andwhose conscienceclear, The spiry hir and shapely box adorn:
| Because he wants a thousand pounds a year. To leatle's shrubs tie tow'ring palus succeed And od'rous myrile to the noisongweed. (mead, s 37. An Elegy, written in a Country ChurchThe lambs with wolves shall grace the verdant
Pard. Gray. And boys in flow'ry binds the fixer leid;
TUE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The sicer and lion at one crib shall micet,
| The lowing herd winds slowly o’er the lea, And harmless serpeuts lick the pilgrim's feet.
The plowman homeward plols his weary way, The smiling infant in his hand shall take
And leaves the world to darkness and to me. The crested basilisk and speckled snake', Pleas'd the green lustre of their scales survey, Now facles the glimm'ring landscape on the sight, And with their forky tougueshallinnocently play. And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise! Save where the beetle wheels his Irony Aight, Exalt thy tow'ry head, and lift thy eyes; | And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds; See a long race ihy spacious courts adorn; Save that, from yonder iry-inantled tow'r, See future sons and daughters, yet unborn, The inoping owl does to the Moon complain In crowrling ranks on ev'ry side arise,
Of such, as wand'ring near her secret bow'r, Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
Molest her antient solitary reign.
Beneath those ruggedelms, that yew-tree's shade,
Where heures the turf in many a mould'ring See thybright altars throng’d with prostratekings,
" Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, And heap'd with producis of Sabean springs!
Cheap, For thee Iduine's spicy forests blow,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow. The breezy callof incense-breathing morn,(shed, See hcav'n its sparkling portals wide display, | The swallow twitt'ring from thic straw-built And break upon thee in a flood of day." The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more the rising sun shall gild the morn, No more shall ruuse them from their lowly bed. Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her silver horn,
For them no more the blazing earth shall burn, But lost, dissolv'y in thy superior rays,
| Or busy housewife ply her evenjug care. One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze,
Nor children run to lisp their sire's return, O'erflow thy courts: theLiglit himself shallshine
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Reveald, and God's eternal day be thine! The seas shall waste, the skies in sınoke decay, soit did
Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield; Rocks fall 10 dust, and mountains melt away; I
| Their surrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; But fix'd his word, his saving pow'r reinains: | How jocund did they drive their teams afield! Tuy realm for ever lasts, thyown Messiah reigns!! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy
Let not ambition mock their useful toil, 36. Tre Prize of Virtue. Pope,
Their homely joys and destiny obscure; What nothing earthly gives or can destroy, Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile, The soul's calm sunsline, and the heart-felt The short and simple annals of the poor. joy, .
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow's, I; Virtue's prize: a better would you fix?
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Then give Humiliis a coach-and-six?
Await, alike, th' inevitable hour; Justice a conqneror's sworl, or Truth a gown, The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Or Public Spiriiits great cure, a crown). Wick, fooliju. Van! will learn reward us there! Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, With the same trash mad mortals wish for here?
If mem'ry o'er their tomb no trophies raise. The boy and inan au individual males,
Where thro the long-drawn isle and fretted vault, Yet sigh'st thou now for apples and for cakes?
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Go, like the Indian, in another life
| Can storied urn, or animated bust, Expect thy clog, thy botile, and thy wife! Back to its mansion call the feeling breath? As well as dream such trities are assign't, Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust, As toys and empires for a godlike asind;
Or flatt'sy sooria the dull cold ear of death?
Perhaps Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
į Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Some heart once prernant with celestial fire: Muli'ning his way ward fancies, he would rove; Hands, that the rod of einpire might have sway'd, Vow drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or wak'd to extasy the living lyre.
Orcrazil with care, or crossd in hopeless love: But knowledge to their eyes her ainple page, One morn I miss'il him on the custom'd hill,
Rich with ihe spoils of Time, didne'er unroll;! Along the heath, and near his fav’rite tite: Chill Penury repressid their noble rage, Another caine; nor yet beside the rill,
And froze the genial current of the soul. Nor up the lawn, por ai the wood was he: Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The next, with dirges due, in sadarray,[borne: The dark untitthon's cares of ocean bear; Slow toro’the churci-yard path we saw hinn Full manv a flow'r is born to blush uniscen. Approach and read (for thou canst reall) the lay,
And waste its sweetness on the cle: art air. Grav'd on the stone bencaih yon aged thorn." Sorne village-Hampden, that withdauntlessbrcast
THE EPITAPH. The little-tyrant of his fields withstood; Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, Some mute inglorious Milton liere may rest : A Youth to Forture and to Fame unknown,
SomeCromwellynil:less of hiscountry's bloodl. Fair Science frowu'd not on his humble birth, Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, ! And lielancholy mark'd lin for her own. The ihreats of pain and ruin to despise,
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
Hearn did a recompence as largely send: And read their list'ry in a nation's eyes.
lle gave to Vlis'ry all he had, a tear; [a friend.
1 Ile gained from Hear'u ('tiras all lie wish'd) Tiveir lot forbade: nor circumscrib'dalone sfin'd; Their growing virtues, but their crimes con
; No farther seck his meriis to di: close,
Ordraw his frailties from their dread abode, Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, IT
(There tliey alike in trenobling hope repose) And shut the gates of mercy on mankind;
The bosom of his father and his God." The straculing pangs of conscious truth to hide,
To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or beap the shrine of Luxury and Pride
$ 39. Death. Dr. Portens, Bp. of London. With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. FRIEND to the wretch whom every friend
forsakes, Far from the manding crowd's ignoble strife, . Their sober wishes never learu'd to stray;
I woo thec, Death! In fancy's fairy paths Along the cnol sequester'd vale of life,
Let the gay songster rore, and gently trill
The strain of empty joy. Life and its jovs They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
| I leave to those that prize them. At this hour, Yet evin these bones from insult to protect, This solemn hour, when silence rules the world, Some frail memorial still crected nigh,
And wearied nature makes a geu’ral pause; With uncouth rhimes and shapeless sculpture l'rapt in nigli's sable robe, through cloysters
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. [deck'd | And charnels pale, tenanted by a throng (drear Their name, their vears, spelt by ti unictter'd Of menyre phantoms shooting cross my path
The place of fame and elegy supply: smuse, / With silent glance, I seek the shadowy vale And many a holy text around she strews,
Of Death. Deep in a murky care's récess, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Lav'd by oblivion's listless stream, and fenc'd For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
By shelving rocks, and intermingled horrors This pleasing anxious being c'er resign'd,
Of vew and cypress shade, from all intrusion Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Of busy noontide beam, the Monarch sits Nor cast one longing, ling‘ring look behind?
In unsubstantial majesty enthron'd. . On some fond breast ihe parling soul relies,
At his right band, nearest himself in place Some pious drops the closing eye requires :
And frightfulness of form his parent Sin Ern from the tonıb, the voice of nature cries,
With fatal industry and cruel care Ex'n in our ashes live their wonted sires..
Busies herself in pointing all his strings,.
And tipping every shaft with venom drawn For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead,
From her infernal store : around him rang'd Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;
In terrible array, and iniature strange If, chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Of courh shapes, stand his dread Ministers,
Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate. Foremost Old Age, his natural ally Hapiv some hoary-headed swain may say, And firmest friend: next him Diseases thick,
“Oft hare we seen him at the peep of dawn, A inotlev train ; Fever, with check of fire ; Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, Consumption wan; Palsy, half warm with life,
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn; | And half a clay-clod lump; joint-tortoring Gout, There at the foot of vonder nodding becch, And ever-gnawing Rheum; Convulsion wild;
That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, Swoln Dropsy; panting Isthma; Apoplex Hislistless length at noon-tide would be stretch, Full-gorgdl. There tow the Pestilence that walks And pore upon the brook that bubbles by In darkness, and the Sickness that destroy's
At broad noon-day. These, and a thousand more, So merciful is Heav'n) this toil became Horrid to tell, attentive wait; and, when The solace of his woes, the sweet employ By Heav'n's command Death waves his ebon Of many a live-long hour, and surest guaro Sudden rush forth to execute his purpose, (wand, Against Disease and Death. Death, the’ And scatter desolation o'er the Earih.
Was yet a distant ill, by feeble aru [noun · Ill-fated Man, for whom such various forms Of Age, his sole support, led slowly op. Of mis'ry wait, and mark their future prey; Noi then, as since tlic short-lir'd sons of men Ah! why, all-righteous Father, didst thou make Flock'd to his realms in countless multitudes This creature, Man? why inake th' unconscious Scarce in the course of twice five hundred yea. To life and wretchedness? O better far [dust One solitary ghost went shir'ring down Still had he slept in increated night,
| To his unpeopled shore. In sober state, If this the lot of Being! Was it for this Through ihe sequester'd vale of rural life, Thy breath divine kindled within his breast The venerable Patriarch guileless held The vital flame? For this was thy fair image The tenor of his way; Labour prepar'd Stanıpt on his soul in godlike lincaments? His simple fare, and Temperance ruld his board For this dominion giv'n him absolute
Tir'd with his daily toil, at early ere O'er all thy works, only that he might reign He sunk to sudden test; gentle and pure Supreme in woe? From the blest source of Good, As breath of evening Zephyr, and as sweet, "CouldPain and Death proceed? Couldsuch foulills Were all his slumbers; with the Sun he rose, Fall from fairMercy's hands? Farbe the thought, Alert and vigorous as He, to run (strength The impious thought! God never made a creature His destin'd course. Thus nerv'd with giant But what was good. He made a liring Soul; Hestemmid the tide of time, and stood the shock The wretched Mortal was the work of Man. Of ages rolling harınless o'er his head. Forth from his Maker's hands he sprung to life, / At life's meridian point arriv'd, he stood, Fresh with immortal blooin; no pain he knew. And, looking round, saw all the valleys fill'd No fear of change, no check to his desires, (stood With nations from his loins; full-well content Save one command. That one command, which | To leave his race thus scatter'd o'er the earth, "Twixt him and Death, the test of his obedience, Along the gentle slope of life's decline Urg'd on by wanton curiosity,
He bent his gradual way, till, full of years, He broke. There in one moment was undone He dropp'd like mellow fruit into his grave. The fairest of God's works. The same rash hand, Such in the infancy of Time was Man; That pluck'd in evil hour the fatal fruit, | So calui was life, so impotent was Death! Unbarr'd the gates of Hell, and let loose SinO had he but preserv'd these few remains, And Death, and all the family of Pain, The shatter'd fragments, of lost happiness, To prey upon Mankind. Young Nature saw Snatch'd bythe hand of Heav'n from he sad wreck The monstrous crew,and shookthro’all her fraine. Of innocence primæval; still had he liv'd Then fled her new-born lustre, then began in ruin great; tho' fall'n, yet not forlorn ; Heav'n's cheerful face to low'r, then vapours 1 hough mortal, yet not every where beset choak'd
With Death in every shape! But he, impatient
And multiply'd destruction on mankind.
To make a Death which Nature never made,
And rob a wretcher brother of his being.
Cheer'd with the view, Man went to till the In hunan sacrifice? Whiv burse the ties
In one soft bond of anuity and love?