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To me reveal thy heavenly art,
Or fome old building, hid with grass,
Of warrior fierce, with shining blade!
Or Hercules, with lion's hide,
Or Sisyphus, with toil and sweat,
TO A ARON HILL, ESO,
On his POEM called GIDEON.
ELL me, wondrous friend, where were you
When Gideon was your lofty song ! Where did the heavenly spirit bear you, When fair soul reflected strong
Gideon's actions, as they shin'd
Bright in the chambers of your mind! Say, have you trod Arabia's spicy vales,
Or gather'd bays beside Euphrates' stream, Or lonely sung with Jordan's water-falls,
While heavenly Gideon was your facred theme. Or have you many ages given
To close retirement and to books! And held a long discourse with Heaven,
And notic'd Nature in her various looks! Full of inspiring wonder and delight,
Slow read I Gideon with a greedy eye! Like a pleas'd traveller that lingers sweet
On some fair and lofty plain
Where the sun does brightly shine, And glorious prospects all around him lie ! On Gideon's pages beautifully shine,
Surprizing pictures rising to my sight, With all the life of colours and of line,
And all the force of rounding shade and light,
And all the grace of something more divine ! High on a hill, beneath an oak’s broad arm,
I see a youth divinely fair, 66 Pensive he leans his head on his left hand;
“ His smiling eye sheds sweetness mix'd with awe, 6. His right hand, with a milk-white wand, fome figure
6c seems to draw ! “ A nameless grace is scatter'd through his air, “ And o'er his shoulders loosely flows his amber66 colour'd hair!”
Above, with burning blush the morning glows,
“ Slow from the plain the melting dews,
" To kiss the sun-beams, climbing, rise," &c.c". Methinks the
of Baal I fee, In terrafs’d stages mount up high, And wave its sable beauties in the sky,
“ From stage to stage, broad steps of half-hid stone, “ With curling moss and blady grass o'ergrown, " Lead awful
Down in a dungeon deep,
" With swift and furious stride,
A warlike figure strikes my eye!
To gather beauties here and there,
As but a scatter'd few there were,
[Those lines in this Poem marked thus “ are taken out of the Poem called GIDEON.]
HILE, charm’d with Aberglasney's quiet plains,
The Muses, and their Empress, court your strains, Tird of the noisy town, fo lately try'd, Methinks, I see you smile, on Towy's fide ! Pensive, her mazy wanderings you unwind, And, on your river's margin, calm your mind. Oh!--greatly bless'd-whate'er your fate requires, Your ductile wisdom tempers your desires! Balanc’d within, you look abroad ferene, And, marking both extremes, pass clear between.
Oh! could your lov'd example teach your fkill, And, as it moves my wonder, mend my will! Calm would my passions grow ;-my lot would please; And my fick foul might think itself to ease ! But, to the future while I strain my eye, Each present good slips, undistinguish d, by. Still, what I would, contends with what I can, And my wild withes leap the bounds of man.
If in my power it lies to limit hope, And my unchain'd desires can fix a scope, This were my Choice-Oh, Friend! pronounce me
poor; For I have wants, which wealth can never cure !
Let others, with a narrow'd stint of pride, In selfish views, a bounded hope divide :