Page images
PDF
EPUB

Beam'd from the mutual eye. Devoting all With arms and legs according well, he makes, To love, each was to each a dearer self;

As humor leads, an easy-winding path : Supremely happy in th' awaken'd power

While, from his polish'd sides, a dewy light Of giving joy. Alone, amid the shades,

Effuses on the pleas'd spectators round. Still in harmonious intercourse they liv'd

This is the purest exercise of health, The rural day, and talk'd the flowing heart, The kind refresher of the summer heats ; Or sigh'd and look'd unutterable things.

Nor, when cold winter keens the brightening flood, So pass*d their life, a clear united stream, Would I, weak-shivering, linger on the brink. By care unruffled ; till, in evil hour,

Thus life redoubles, and is oft preserv'd, The tempest caught them on the tender walk, By the bold swimmer, in the swift illapse Heedless how far, and where its mazes stray'd, of accident disastrous. Hence the limbs While, with each other blest, creative love Knit into force; and the same Roman arm, Still bade eternal Eden smile around.

That rose victorious o'er the conquer'd Earth, Presaging instant fate, her bosom heav'd

First learn’d, while tender, to subdue the wave. Unwonted sighs, and stealing oft a look

Even from the body's purity, the mind Of the big gloom, on Celadon her eye

Receives a secret sympathetic aid. Fell tearful, wetting her disorder'd cheek.

Close in the covert of an hazel copse, In vain assuring love, and confidence

Where winded into pleasing solitudes In Heaven, repress’d her fear; it grew, and shook Runs out the rambling dale, young Damon sat Her frame near dissolution. He perceiv'd Pensive, and pierc'd with love's delightful pangs. Th' unequal conflict; and as angels look

There to the stream that down the distant rocks On dying saints, his eyes compassion shed, Hoarse-murmuring fell, and plaintive breeze that With love illumind high. “Fear not," he said,

play'd "Sweet innocence! thou stranger to offence, Among the bending willows, falsely he And inward storm! He, who yon skies involves Of Musidora's cruelty complain’d. In frowns of darkness, ever smiles on thee She felt his flame ; but deep within her breast, With kind regard. O'er thee the secret shaft In bashful coyness, or in maiden pride, That wastes at midnight, or th' undreaded hour The soft return conceal'd; save when it stole Of noon, flies harmless : and that very voice In sidelong glances from her downcast eye, Which thunders terror through the guilty heart, Or from her swelling soul in stifled sighs. With tongues of seraphs whispers peace to thine. Touch'd by the scene, no stranger to his vows, 'Tis safety to be near thee sure, and thus

He fram'd a melting lay, to try her heart; To clasp perfection!” From his void embrace, And, if an infant passion struggled there, Mysterious Heaven! that moment, to the ground, To call that passion forth. Thrice-bappy swain ! A blacken'd corse, was struck the beauteous maid. A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate But who can paint the lover, as he stood,

Of mighty monarchs, then decided thine. Pierc'd by severe amazement, hating life,

For, lo! conducted by the laughing Loves, Speechless, and fix'd in all the death of woe? This cool retreat his Musidora sought: So, faint resemblance! on the marble tomb, Warm in her cheek the sultry season glow'd; The well-dissembled mourner stooping stands, And, rob’d in loose array, she came to bathe For ever silent, and for ever sad.

Her fervent limbs in the refreshing stream. As from the face of Heaven the shatter'd clouds What shall he do? In sweet confusion lost, Tumultuous rove, th' interminable sky

And dubious flutterings, he awhile remain'd : Sublimer swells, and o'er the world expands A pure ingenuous elegance of soul, A purer azure. Through the lighten'd air A delicate refinement, known to few, A higher lustre and a clearer calm,

Perplex'd his breast, and urg'd him to retire : Diffusive, tremble; while, as if in sign

But love forbade. Ye prudes in virtue, say, Of danger past, a glittering robe of joy,

Say, ye severest, what would you have done ? Set off abundant by the yellow ray,

Meantime, this fairer nymph than ever blest Invests the fields; and Nature smiles reviv'd. Arcadian stream, with timid eye around

'Tis beauty all, and grateful song around, The banks surveying, stripp'd her beauteous limbs, Join'd to the low of kine, and numerous bleat To taste the lucid coolness of the flood. of flocks thick-nibbling through the clover'd vale. Ah, then! not Paris on the piny top And shall the hymn be marr’d by thankless man, of Ida panted stronger, when aside Most favor'd; who with voice articulate

The rival goddesses the veil divine Should lead the chorus of this lower world ? Cast uncontin'd, and gave him all their charms, Shall he, so soon forgetful of the hand

Than, Damon, thou; as from the snowy leg, That hush'd the thunder, and serenes the sky, And slender foot, th' inverted silk she drew; Extinguish'd feel that spark the tempest wak’d, As the soft touch dissolv'd the virgin zone ; That sense of powers exceeding far his own, And, through the parting robe, the alternate breast, Ere yet his feeble heart has lost its fears?

With youth wild-throbbing, on thy lawless gaze Cheer'd by the milder beam, the sprightly youth In full luxuriance rose. But, desperate youth, Speeds to the well-known pool, whose crystal depth How durst thou risk the soul-distracting view; A sandy hottom shows. Awhile he stands As from her naked limbs, of glowing white, Gazing th' inverted landscape, half afraid

Harmonious swell'd by Nature's finest band, To meditate the blue profound below;

In folds loose-floating fell the fainter lawn ; Then plunges headlong down the circling flood. And fair-expos'd she stood, shrunk from herself, His ebon tresses and his rosy cheek

With fancy blushing, at the doubtful breeze Instant emerge ; and through th' obedient wave, Alarm’d, and starting like the fearful fawn? At each short breathing by his lip repell’d,

66

Then to the flood she rush'd; the parted flood And in whose breast, enthusiastic, burns
Its lovely guest with closing waves receiv'd; Virtue the sons of interest deem romance;
And every beauty softening, every grace

Now call'd abroad enjoy the falling day:
Flushing anew, a mellow lustre shed :

Now to the verdant Portico of woods,
As shines the lily through the crystal mild; To Nature's vast Lycéum, forth they walk;
Or as the rose amid the morning dew,

By that kind school where no proud master reigns,
Fresh from Aurora's hand, more sweetly glows. The full free converse of the friendly heart,
While thus she wanton'd, now beneath the wave Improving and improv'd. Now from the world,
But ill-conceald; and now with streaming locks, Sacred to sweet retirement, lovers steal,
That half-embrac'd her in a humid veil,

And pour their souls in transport which the Sire Rising again, the latent Damon drew

Of love approving hears, and calls it good. Such maddening draughts of beauty to the soul, Which way, Amanda, shall we bend our course? As for a while o'erwhelm'd his raptur'd thought The choice perplexes. Wherefore should we choose? With luxury too daring. Check'd, at last,

All is the same with thee. Say, shall we wind By love's respectful modesty, he deem'd

Along the streams? or walk the smiling mead ? The theft profane, if aught profane to love Or court the forest-glades? or wander wild Can e'er be deemd ; and, struggling from the shade Among the waving harvests? or ascend, With headlong hurry fled: but first these lines, While radiant Summer opens all its pride, Trac'd by his ready pencil, on the bank

Thy hill, delightful Shene?+ Here let us sweep With trembling hand he threw. Bathe on, my fair, The boundless landscape : now the raptur'd eye, Yet unbeheld, save by the sacred eye

Exulting swift, to huge Augusta send, Of faithful love : I go to guard thy haunt,

Now to the sister-hillst that skirt her plain, To keep from thy recess each vagrant foot, To lofty Harrow now, and now to where And each licentious eye." With wild surprise, Majestic Windsor lifts his princely brow. As if to marble struck, devoid of sense,

In lovely contrast to this glorious view, A stupid moment motionless she stood :

Calmly magnificent, then will we turn So stands the statute* that enchants the world, To where the silver Thames first rural grows. So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, There let the feasted eye unwearied stray ; The mingled beauties of exulting Greece. Luxurious, there, rove through the pendent woods Recovering, swift she flew to find those robes That nodding hang o'er Harrington's retreat, Which blissful Eden knew not; and, array'd And stooping thence 10 Ham's embowering walks, In careless haste, th’alarming paper snatch'd.

Beneath whose shades, in spotless peace retird, But, when her Damon's well-known hand she saw, With her the pleasing partner of his heart, Her terrors vanish'd, and a softer train

The worthy Queensbury yet laments his Gay, Of mixt emotions, hard to be describ’d,

And polish'd Cornbury wooes the willing Muse. Her sudden bosom seiz'd : shame void of guilt, Slow let us trace the matchless vale of Thames : The charming blush of innocence, esteem

Fair winding up to where the Muses haunt And admiration of her lover's flame,

In Twit'nam's bowers, and for their Pope implore By modesty exalted : even a sense

The healing godio to royal Hampton's pile, Or self-approving beauty stole across

To Clermont's terrac'd height, and Esher's groves,
Her busy thought. At length, a tender calm Where, in the sweetest solitude, embrac'd
Hush'd by degrees the tumult of her soul;

By the soft windings of the silent Mole,
And on the spreading beech, that o'er the stream From courts and senates Pelham finds repose:
Incumbent hung she with the sylvan pen

Enchanting vale! beyond whate'er the Muse
Of rural lovers this confession carv'd,

Has of Achaia or Hesperia sung!
Which soon her Damon kiss'd with weeping joy : O vale of bliss ! O softly-swelling hills!
“ Dear youth! sole judge of what these verses mean, On which the Power of Cultivation lies,
By fortune too much favor'd, but by love,

And joys to see the wonders of his toil.
Alas! not favor'd less, be still as now

Heavens! what a goodly prospect spreads around, Discreet: the time may come you need not fly." Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires,

The Sun has lost his rage : his downward orb And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all Shoots nothing now but animating warmth, The stretching landscape into smoke decays ! And vital lustre ; that with various ray [Ileaven, Happy Britannia ! where the queen of arts, Lights up the clouds, those beauteous robes of Inspiring vigor, liberty abroad Incessant roll'd into romantic shapes,

Walks, uncontin'd, ev'n to thy farthest cots, The dream of waking fancy! Broad below, And scatters plenty with unsparing hand. Cover'd with ripening fruits, and swelling fast Rich is thy soil, and merciful thy clime; Into the perfect year, the pregnant Earth

Thy streams unfailing in the summer's drought; And all her tribes rejoice. Now the soft hour Unmatch'd thy guardian oaks ; thy valleys float Of walking comes : for him who lonely loves With golden waves : and on thy mountains flocks To seek the distant hills, and there converse Bleat numberless; while, roving round their sides, With Nature ; there to harmonize his heart, Bellow the blackening herds in lusty droves. And in pathetic song to breathe around

Beneath thy meadows glow, and rise unquellid The harmony to others. Social friends,

Against the mower's scythe. On every hand Attun'd to happy unison of soul;

Thy villas shine. Thy country teems with wealth To whose exalting eye a fairer world, Of which the vulgar never had a glimpse,

† The old name of Richmond, signifying in Saxor Displays its charms; whose minds are richly fraught shining or splendor. With philosophic stores, superior light;

1 Highgate and Hampstead.

$ In his last sickness. • The Venus or Medici.

And property assures it to the swain,

Stain'd the sad annals of a giddy reign ; Pleas’d, and unwearied, in his guarded toil. Aiming at lawless power, though meanly sunk Full are thy cities with the sons of art;

In loose inglorious luxury. With him
And trade and joy, in every busy street,

His friend, the British Cassius,* fearless bled;
Mingling are heard : ev'n Drudgery himself, Of high-determin'd spirit, roughly brave,
As at the car he sweats, or dusty hews

By ancient learning, to th' enlighten'd love
The palace-stone, looks gay. Thy crowded ports, of ancient freedom warm’d. Fair thy renown
Where rising masts an endless prospect yield, In awful sages and in noble bards,
With labor burn, and echo to the shouts

Soon as the light of dawning Science spread Of hurried sailor, as he hearty waves

Her orient ray, and wak'd the Muses' song.
His last adieu, and, loosening every sheet, Thine is a Bacon; hapless in his choice,
Resigns the spreading vessel to the wind.

Unfit to stand the civil storm of state,
Bold, firm, and graceful, are thy generous youth, and through the smooth barbarity of courts,
By hardship sinew'd, and by danger fir'd,

With firm but pliant virtue, forward still Scattering the nations where they go; and first To urge his course ; him for the studious shade Or on the listed plain, or stormy seas.

Kind Nature form'd, deep, comprehensive, clear, Mild are thy glories too, as o'er the plans

Exact, and elegant; in one rich soul, Of thriving peace thy thoughtful sires preside ; Plato, the Stagyrite, and Tully join'd. In genius, and substantial learning, high;

The great deliverer he! who from the gloom For every virtue, every worth renown'd;

Of cloister'd monks, and jargon-teaching schools, Sincere, plain-hearted, hospitable, kind;

Led forth the true Philosophy, there long
Yet, like the mustering thunder, when provok’d, Held in the magic chain of words and forms,
The dread of tyrants, and the sole resource And definitions void : he led her forth,
Of those that under grim oppression groan.

Daughter of Heaven! that, slow-ascending still,
Thy sons of glory many! Alfred thine, Investigating sure the chain of things,
In whom the splendor of heroic war,

With radiant finger points to Heaven again. And more heroic peace, when govern'd well, The generous Ashleyt thine, the friend of man; Combine ; whose hallow'd names the virtuous saint, Who scann'd his nature with a brother's eye, And his own Muses love; the best of kings! His weakness prompt to shade, to raise his aim, With him thy Edwards and thy Henries shine, To touch the finer movements of the mind, Names dear to fame ; the first who deep impress'd And with the moral beauty charm the heart. On haughty Gaul the terror of thy arms,

Why need I name thy Boyle, whose pious search That awes her genius still. In statesmen thou, Amid the dark recesses of his works, And patriots, fertile. Thine a steady More, The great Creator sought? And why thy Locke, Who, with a generous, though mistaken zeal, Who made the whole internal world his own? Withstood a brutal tyrant's lustful rage,

Let Newton, pure Intelligence, whom God Like Cato firm, like Aristides just,

To mortals lent, to trace his boundless works Like rigid Cincinnatus nobly poor,

From laws sublimely simple, speak thy fame
A dauntless soul erect, who smil'd on death. In all philosophy. For lofty sense,
Frugal and wise, a Walsingham is thine ;

Creative fancy, and inspection keen
A Drake, who made thee mistress of the deep, Through the deep windings of the human heart,
And bore thy name in thunder round the world. Is not wild Shakspeare thine and Nature's boast ?
Then flam'd thy spirit high: but who can speak Is not each great, each amiable Muse
The numerous worthies of the maiden reign? Of classic ages in thy Milton met?
In Raleigh mark their every glory mix'd;

A genius universal as his theme;
Raleigh, the scourge of Spain! whose breast with all Astonishing as Chaos, as the bloom
The sage, the patriot, and the hero, burn'd. Of blowing Eden fair, as Heaven sublime.
Nor sunk his vigor, when a coward-reign

Nor shall my verse that elder bard forget,
The warrior fetter'd, and at last resign'd,

The gentle Spenser, Fancy's pleasing son ; To glut the vengeance of a vanquish'd foe. Who, like a copious river, pour'd his song Then, active still and unrestrain'd, his mind O'er all the mazes of enchanted ground: Explor'd the vast extent of ages past,

Nor thee, his ancient master, laughing sage, And with his prison-hours enrich'd the world ;

Chaucer, whose native manners-painting verse, Yet found no times, in all the long research, Well-moraliz'd, shines through the Gothic cloud So glorious, or so base, as those he prov'd,

Of time and language o'er thy genius thrown. In which he conquer'd, and in which he bled. May my song sof en, as thy daughters I, Nor can the Muse the gallant Sidney pass,

Britannia, hail for beauty is their own, The plume of war! with early laurels crown'd, The feeling heart, simplicity of life, The lover's myrtle, and the poet's bay.

And elegance, and taste : the faultless form, A Hampden too is thine, illustrious land,

Shap'd by the hand of harmony; the cheek, Wise, strenuous, firm, of unsubmitting soul, Where the live crimson, through the native white Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age Soft-shooting, o'er the face diffuses bloom, To slavery prone, and bade thee rise again, And every nameless grace; the parted lip. In all thy native pomp of freedom bold.

Like the red rose-bud moist with morning-dew, Bright at his call, thy age of men effulg'd,

Breathing delight; and, under flowing jet, of men on whom late time a kindling eye Or sunny ringlets, or of circling brown, Shall turn, and tyrants tremble while they read. The neck slight-shaded, and the swelling breast; Bring every sweetest flower, and let me strew The grave where Russel lies; whose temper'd blood, * Algernon Sidney, With calmest (heerfulness for thee resign'd,

† Anthony Ashley Cooper, Earl of Shaftesbury.

[ocr errors][ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

The look resistless, piercing to the soul,

Her lowest sons, and clothe the coming year, And by the soul inform’d, when drest in love From field to field the feather'd seeds she wings. She sits high-smiling in the conscious eye.

His folded flock secure, the shepherd home Island of bliss! amid the subject seas,

Hies, merry-hearted; and by turns relieves That thunder round thy rocky coasts, set up, The ruddy milk-maid of her brimming pail ; At once the wonder, terror, and delight,

The beauty whom perhaps his witless heart, or distant nations; whose remotest shores

Unknowing what the joy-mixt anguish means, Can soon be shaken by thy naval arm;

Sincerely loves, by that best language shown Not to be shook thyself, but all assaults

Of cordial glances, and obliging deeds. Baffling, as thy hoar cliffs the loud sea-wave. Onward they pass, o'er many a panting height

O Thou! by whose almighty nod the scale And valley sunk, and unfrequented; where
Of Empire rises, or alternate falls,

At fall of eve the fairy people throng,
Send forth the saving Virtues round the land, In various game, and revelry, to pass
In bright patrol: white Peace, and social Love; The summer night, as village-stories tell.
The tender-looking Charity, intent

But far about they wander from the grave
On gentle deeds, and shedding tears through smiles; Of him, whom his ungentle fortune urg'd
Undaunted Truth, and dignity of mind ;

Against his own sad breast to lift the hand Courage compos'd, and keen; sound Temperance, Of impious violence. The lonely tower Healthful in heart and look; clear Chastity, Is also shunn'd; whose mournful chambers hold, With blushes reddening as she moves along, So night-struck fancy dreams, the yelling ghost. Disorder'd at the deep regard she draws;

Among the crooked lanes, on every hedge, Rough Industry; Activity untir’d,

The glow-worm lights his gem; and through the With copious life informd, and all awake:

dark, While in the radiant front superior shines

A moving radiance twinkles. Evening yields That first paternal virtue, public zeal ;

The world to Night; not in her winter-robe
Who throws o'er all an equal wide survey, Of massy Stygian woof, but loose array'd
And, ever musing on the common weal,

In mantle dun. A faint erroneous ray,
Still labors glorious with some great design. Glanc'd from th' imperfect surfaces of things,

Low walks the Sun, and broadens by degrees, Flings half an image on the straining eye:
Just o'er the verge of day. The shifting clouds While wavering woods, and villages, and streams,
Assembled gay, a richly-gorgeous train,

And rocks, and mountain-tops, that long retain'd
In all their pomp attend his setting throne. Th’ascending gleam, are all one swimming scene,
Air, Earth, and Ocean smile immense. And now, Uncertain if beheld. Sudden to Heaven
As if his weary chariot sought the bowers Thence weary vision turns; where, leading soft
Of Amphitritè, and her tending nymphs,

The silent hours of love, with purest ray (So Grecian fable sung,) he dips his orb;

Sweet Venus shines; and from her genial rise,
Now half-immers'd ; and now a golden curve When daylight sickens till it springs afresh,
Gives one bright glance, then total disappears. Unrivall’d reigns, the fairest lamp of night.
For ever running an enchanted round,

As thus th' effulgence tremulous I drink,
Passes the day, deceitful, vain, and void;

With cherish'd gaze, the lambent lightnings shoot
As fleets the vision o'er the formful brain,

Across the sky; or horizontal dart
This moment hurrying wild the impassion'd soul, In wondrous shapes : by fearful murmuring crowd
The next in nothing lost. "Tis so to him,

Portentous deem'd. Amid the radiant orbs,
The dreamer of this Earth, an idle blank:

That more than deck, that animate the sky,
A sight of horror to the cruel wretch,

The life-infusing suns of other worlds;
Who, all day long in sordid pleasure roll’d, Lo! from the dread immensity of space
Himself an useless load, has squander'd vile, Returning with accelerated course,
Upon his scoundrel train, what might have cheer'd The rushing comet to the Sun descends;
A drooping family of modest worth.

And as he sinks below the shading Earth,
But to the generous still-improving mind,

With awful train projected o'er the Heavens, That gives the hopeless heart to sing for joy, The guilty nations tremble. But, above Diffusing kind beneficence around,

Those superstitious horrors that enslave Boastless, as now descends the silent dew; The fond sequacious herd, to mystic faith To him the long review of order'd life

And blind amazement prore, the enlighten'd few, Is in ward rapture, only to be felt.

Whose godlike minds philosophy exalts, Confessid from yonder slow-extinguish'd clouds, The glorious stranger hail. They feel a joy All ether softening, sober Evening takes

Divinely great; they in their powers exult, Her wonted station in the middle air;

That wondrous force of thought, which mourting A thousand shadows at her beck. First this

spurns She sends on Earth ; then that of deeper dye This dusky spot, and measures all the sky; Steals soft behind ; and then a deeper still,

While, from his far excursion through the wilds
In circle following circle, gathers round,

Of barren ether, faithful to his time,
To close the face of things. A fresher gale They see the blazing wonder rise anew,
Begins to wave the wood, and stir the stream, In seeming terror clad, but kindly bent
Sweeping with shadowy gust the fields of corn; To work the will of all-sustaining Love:
While the quail clamors for his running mate. From his huge vapory train perhaps to shake
Wide o'er the thistly lawn, as swells the breeze, Reviving moisture on the numerous orbs,
A whitening shower of vegetable down

| Through which his long ellipsis winds; perhaps Åmusive floats. The kind impartial care

To lend new fuel to declining suns,
Of Nature nought disdains : thoughtful to feed |To light up worlds, and feed th'eternal fire.

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

With thee, serene Philosophy, with thee, So wills Eternal Providence, sits deep. And thy bright garland, let me crown my song! Enough for us to know that this dark state Effusive source of evidence, and truth!

In wayward passions lost, and vain pursuits,
A lustre shedding o'er th' ennobled mind, This infancy of Being. cannot prove
Stronger than summer-noon; and pure as that, The final issue of the works of God,
Whose mild vibrations soothe the parted soul, By boundless love and perfect wisdom formid,
New to the dawning of celestial day.

And ever rising with the rising mind.
Hence through her nourish'd powers, enlarg'd by thee,
She springs aloft, with elevated pride,
Above the tangling mass of low desires,

AUTUMN, 1730.
That bind the fluttering crowd: and, angel-wing'd,
The heights of science and of virtue gains,

ARGUMENT.
Where all is calm and clear; with Nature round,
Or in the starry regions, or th' abyss,

The subject proposed. Addressed to Mr. Onslow. To Reason's and to Fancy's eye display'd :

A prospect of the fields ready for harvest. Re. The first up-tracing, from the dreary void,

flections in praise of industry raised by that view The chain of causes and effects, to Him,

Reaping. A tale relative to it. A harvest-storm The world-producing Essence, who alone

Shooting and hunting, their barbarity. A ludi Possesses being; while the last receives

crous account of fox-hunting. A view of an The whole magnificence of Heaven and Earth, orchard. Wall-fruit. A vineyard. A description And every beauty, delicate or bold,

of fogs, frequent in the latter part of Autumn: Obvious or more remote, with livelier sense, whence a digression, inquiring into the rise of Diffusive painted on the rapid mind.

fountains and rivers. Birds of season considered, Tutor'd by thee, hence Poetry exalts

that now shift their habitation. The prodigious Her voice to ages; and informs the page

number of them that cover the northern and With music, image, sentiment, and thought,

western isles of Scotland. Hence a view of the Never to die! the treasure of mankind !

country. A prospect of the discolored, fading Their highest honor, and their truest joy!

woods. After a gentle dusky day, moon-light. Withont thee, what were unenlighten'd man? Autumnal meteors. Morning : to which succecds A savage roaming through the woods and wilds, a calm, pure, sun-shiny day, such as usually shuts In quest of prey; and with th' unfashion'd fur up the season. The harvest being gathered m, Rough-clad ; devoid of every finer art,

the country dissolved in joy. The whole con. And elegance of life. Nor happiness

cludes with a panegyric on a philosophical coun Domestic, mix'd of tenderness and care, Nor moral excellence, nor social bliss, Nor guardian law, were his; nor various skill CROWN'D with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf, To turn the furrow, or to guide the tool

While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain, Mechanic; nor the heaven-conducted prow Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more, Of navigation bold, that fearless braves

Well pleas’d, I tune. Whate'er the wintry frost The burning Line, or dares the wintry Pole; Nitrous prepar’d; the various-blossom'd Spring Mother severe of infinite delights!

Put in white promise forth; and Summer suns Nothing, save rapine, indolence, and guile, Concocted strong, rush boundless now to view, And woes on woes, a still-revolving train! Full, persect all, and swell my glorious theme. Whose horrid circle had made human life

Onslow! the Muse, ambitious of thy name,
Than non-existence worse : but, taught by thee, To grace, inspire, and dignify her song,
Ours are the plans of policy and peace;

Would from the public voice thy gentle ear
To live like brothers, and conjunctive all

A while engage. Thy noble care she knows, Embellish life. While thus laborious crowds The patriot virtues that distend thy thought, Ply the tough oar, Philosophy directs

Spread on thy front, and in thy bosom glow; The ruling helm; or like the liberal breath While listening senates hang upon thy tongue, Of potent Heaven, invisible, the sail

Devolving through the maze of eloquence Swells out, and bears th' inferior world along. A roll of periods sweeter than her song. Nor to this evanescent speck of Earth

But she too pants for public virtue ; she,
Poorly confin'd, the radiant tracts on high Though weak of power, yet strong in ardent will,
Are her exalted range; intent to gaze

Whene'er her country rushes on her heart,
Creation through; and, from that full complex Assumes a bolder note, and fondly tries
Of never-ending wonders, to conceive

To mix the patriot's with the poet's flame.
Of the Sole Being right, who spoke the word, When the bright Virgin gives the beauteous days,
And Nature mov'd complete. With inward view, And Libra weighs in equal scales the year ;
Thence on th' ideal kingdom swift she turns From Heaven's high cope the fierce effulgence shook
Her eye; and instant, at her powerful glance, Of parting Summer, a serener blue,
Th' obedient phantoms vanish or appear;

With golden light enliven'd, wide invests Compound, divide, and into order shift,

The happy world. Attemper’d suns arise, Each to his rank, from plain perception up Sweet-beam'd, and shedding oft through lucid clouds To the fair forms of Fancy's fleeting train : A pleasing calın; while broad, and brown, below, To reason then, deducing truth from truth; Extensive harvests hang the heavy head. And notion quite abstract; where first begins Rich, silent, deep, they stand; for not a gale The world of spirits, action all, and life

Rolls its light billows o'er the bending plain : Unfetter'd, and unmixt. But here the cloud, A calm of plenty! till the ruffled air

try life.

« PreviousContinue »