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And ye, "loce bolder note is heard afar, When even at last the folcmn hour shall come,
Who shake tl'astonuh'd world, lift high to heav'n | And wing my myfic tright to future worlds,
Thimp tuous song, and say from whom you rage. I cheersul will obey ; there, with new powers,
His praile, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling riils; Will riling won:jers fing : I cannot go
And let me catch it as I muli along.

Where univerfal love nut smiles around,
Ve headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suas :
Yc fotier floods, that lead the humid maze From fiiming evil ftill educing good,
Along the vale; and thou majestic main, And better thence again, and better still,
A fecret world of wonders in thvielf,

In infinite progrefiion.-But I lose Sound his stupendous praise, whöfe greater voice Myself in Him, in light ineffable ! Or bids you roar, or bids your roaring fall. Come then, exprcfive filence, mufe his praise. So roll yourincente, herbs, and fruits, and Powers, In ningled clouds to Him, whose fun exalts, Whosc breath perfumes you, and whole pencii

§ 31. Hymn to Humanity. LANGHORNE,
paints.
Ye foreits bend, ye harvests wave, to Him; PARENT of virtue, if thine ear
Breathe your still fong into the reaper's heart, Aitend not now to sorrow's cry;
As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. If now the pity-ftreaming tear
Ye that keep watch in heav'n, as carth allcep Should haply on thy cheek be dry;
Unconscious lics, effufo your mildest bcams, Indulge my votive strain, O fwect Humanity!
Ye constellations, while your angels strike,
Amid the fpangled sky, ihe silver lyre.

Come, cver welcome to my breast !
Great source of day! blest image here below tender, but a cheerful guest.
Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide,

Nor always in the gloomy cell
Fron world to world, the vital occan round, Of life-coníuming Torrow dwell;
On nature write with every beam his praise. For sorrow, long-indulg'd and flow,
The thunder rolls: be huth'd the proftrate world; is to Humanity a fre;
While cloud to cloud returns the folemn hymn. And grief, that makes the heart its prcy,
Pleat out afresh, ye hills; ye moily rocks,

Wears sensibility away.
Rctain the found: the broad responsive low, Then comes, sweet nymph, instead of thee,
Ye valloys, raise; for the Great Shepherd reigns; The gloomy fiend, Stupidity.
And his nutfering kingdom yet will come.

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Ve woodlands, all awake : 3 boundless fung may that fiend bc banish'd far,
Burst from the groves! and when the reficfs day, Thoug! paliions hold eternal war!
Expiring, lays the warbling world aflecp, Nor crer let me ccate to know
Sweetelt of birds ! fiveet Philomela, charın The pulse that throbs at joy or woe.
The listening shades, and teach the nighthis praise. Vor let my vacant cheek be diy,
Ye chief for whom the whole creation miles; When soriow fills a brother's eye;
Alt once the head, the heart, the tongue of all, Nor may the tear that frequent tiows
Crown thic great hymn! In swarming cities vast, from private or from social woes,
Alembled men to the decp organ join

E'er inake this pleasing sense depart.
The long-rcfounding voice, oft breaking clar, Ye Carcs, O harden not my heart !
At folemn pauses, thro' the livelling base;

4. And as cach mingling flame inercafes cach, If the fair star of fortune sinile, Ir one united ardour rise to heav'n.

Let not its fiattering power leguile ; Or if you rather choose the rural thade,

Nor, borne along the fav’ring tide,
And find a fanc in every sacred grove;

Niy full fails swell with bloating pride.
There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, Let me from wealth but hope content,
The prompting feraph, and the poet's lyre, Remembering still it was but lent;
Still ling the God of Scafons as they roll

. To modeft merit spread my store,
For me, when I forget the dariing theme, Unbar my hospitable door;
Whether the blossom blows; the Summer ray Nor fecd, for pomp, an idle train,
Rufets the plain ; inspiring Autumn glcams; While want unpitied pines in vain.
Or Winter rites in the blackening cast;

5.
Be my tongue mute, my fan paint no more, If hearen, in every purpose wise,
And, dead to jny, forget my heart to beat. The envied lot of wealth denies;

Should fate command me to the farthest verge If doom'd to drag lifc's painful load Of the green earth, to distant barbarous clines, Through poverty's uneven road, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun And, for the duc bread of the day, Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam

Duftinid to toil as well as pray ; Flames on th’Atlantic illes ; 'tis nought to me: To thee, Humanity, still true, Since God is ever present, ever felt,

I'll with the good I cannot do;
In the void waste as in the city full;

And give the wretch, that passes by,
And wliere He vital spreads, there must be joy. A foothing word a tear--a ligh.
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| The fightless herd fequacious, who pursue Howe'er exalted, or depreft,

Dull Folly's path, and do as others do, Be ever mine the feeling breast.

Who look with purblind prejudice and scorn, From me remove the stagnant mind

On discrent fects, in different nations born,
Of languid indolence, reclin d;

Let us, my Craufurd, with compallion view,
The foul iliar osc long fabbath keeps, Pity their pride, but fun their error too.
And through the sun's whole circle sleeps ; Érom Belvidere's fair groves, and mountains
Dull Peace, that dwells in Folly's sye,
And self-attending Vanity.

Which Nature rais’d, rejoicing to be seen,
Alike, the foolith and the vain

Let us, while raptur'd on her works we gaze, dre ftrangers to the sense humanc.

And the heart riors on luxurious praise, 7.

Thi' expanded thought, the boundless wish retain, O for that sympathetic glow

And let not Nature moralize in vain. Which caught the holy tear to low,

O sacred Guide! preceptress more fublime When the prophetic eye survey'd

Than tages boafting o'er the wrecks of time !
Sion in future athes laid ;

See on cach page her beauteous volune bear
Or, raisd to heaven, implor'd the bread The golden characters of good and fair.
That thouiands in the detert fed !

All human knowledge (blush, collegiate pride !)
Or, when the heart o'er friend thip’s grave

Flows from her works, to none that reads denied. Slid-and forgot its power to save.

Shall the dull inmate of pedantic walls, 0 1x that sympathetic glow

On whose old walk the sunbeam seldom falls, Which taught the holy tear to flow!

Who knows of nature, and of man, no more 8.

Than fills some page of antiquated lore Is cuines : It fills my labouring breast,

Shall he, in words and terms profoundly wise, I feel my beating heart opprett.

The better knowledge of the world despise, Oh! hear that lonely widow's wail !

Think Wisdom centred in a falje degree, See her dim eye! her alpeet pale !

And scorn the scholar of Humanity ? To heaven she cums in decp despair,

Something of men these fapient drones may Har infants wonder at her prayer,

Of men that liv'd two thousand years ago : [know, Aod, mingling tears they know not why,

Such human monsters if the world c'er knew, Lift up their little hands, and cry.

As ancient verte, and ancient story drew! O God! their moving forrows see!

If to onc object, fyftem, scene confin'd, Support them, sweet Humanity!

The sure effect is narrownels of mind.

'Twas thus St. Robert, in his lonely wood, 9.

Forfook each social duty--to be good. Life

, filld with grief's distressful train, Fa erer alks the tcar humane.

Thus Hobbes on one dear fyftem fix'd his eyes, Behold in von unconscious grove

And prov'd his narure wretched to be wise. The victims of ill-fated love!

Each zealot thus, elate with ghostly pride,

Adores his God, and hates the world beside.
Heard you that agonizing throc ?
Sure this is not romantic woc !

Though form'd with powers to grasp this

various ball, The golden day of joy is o'er; And now they part-tv meet no more.

Gods! to what meanness may the spirit fall! Allt them, hearts from anguish free!

Powers that thould spread in reason's orient ray, Afé them, fweer Humanlty !

How are they darken'd, and debarr'd the day!

When late, where Tajo rolls his ancient tide, Parent of virtue, if thine ear

Reflecting clear the mountain's purple fade, Arrend not now to Sorrow's cry;

Thy genius, Craufurd, Britain's legions led,

And fear's chill cloud forsook each bright'ning li now the pity-Streaming tear

head, Should haply on thy cheek be dry,

By nature bravc, and generous as thou art, Indulge my votive strain, o fweet Humanity!

Say, did not human follies vex thy heart?

Gloiv'd not thy breast indignant, when you falle Ộ 32. The Enlargement of the Mind. The dome of murder confecrate by law

LANGHORNE. W'here fiends, commission'd with the legal rod,

In Erisile I. To General Craufurd. Written

pure devotion, burn the works of God. Belvidere 1756.

O change me, powers of Nature, if ye can,

Transform me, make me any thing but man. WHERE is the man, who, prodigal of mind. Yet why? This heart all human kind forgives,

In one wide wish embraces human kind : While Gillman loves me, and while Craufura All pride of selts, all party zeal above, Is Nature, all benevolent, to blaine, Llives, Whole Prieft is Reafon, and whole God is Love; That half her offspring are their mother's shame? Fair Nature's friend, a foc to fraud and art- Did the ordain o'er this fair fcenc of things Where is the man, so welcome to my heart : The cruelty of Priests, or pride of Kings?

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Though worlds lic murder'd for their wealth or Poor rioters on Life's contracted stage! fame,

Behold, and lose your littleness of rage Is Nature, all benevolent, to blame?

Throw Envy, Folly, Prejudice, behind ! “ Yet surely once, my friend, the fcem’d to err; And yield to Truth the empire of the mind. « For What was” -He was not made by her. Immorta! Truth! O from thy radiant shrine, Sure, form'd of clay that nature held in scorn, Where Light created first essay'd to shine; By fiends constructed, and in darkness born, Where clust'ring Stars cternal beams display, Rose the low wretch, who, dctpicably vile, And Gems ethercal drink the golden day; Would his Country for a Courier's imile ; To chase this moral, clear this sensual night, Would give up all to truth and freedom dear, Othed one ray of thy celestial light! To dine with **** or some ideot peer, Teach us, while wandering through this vale Whose mean malevolence in dark disguise

below The man that never injur'd him belies, We know but little, that we little know. Whole actions bad and good two motives guide, One beam to mule-ey'd Prejudice convey, The Serpent’s malice, and the Coxcomb's pride. Let Pride perceive one mortifying ray ; “ Is there a wretch so mean, fo bale, fo low ?". Thy glass to Fools, to Infidels apply, I know there is-alk W--ch-t if hc know, And all the dimnets of the mental eye. : 0 that the world were emptied of its flaves ! Plac'd on this lhore of Time’s far-stretching That all the fools were gone, and all the knaves ! bourn, Then might we, Craufurd, with delight em- With leave to look at Nature and return; brace

While wave on wave impels the human ride, In boundless love the rest of human race. And ages sink, forgotten as they glide ;

But let not knaves misanthropy create, Can Life's short duties better be discharg'd,
Nor feed the gall of universal hate.

Than when we leave it with a mind enlarg'd ? Wherever Genius, Truth, and Virtue dwell, Judg'd not the old Philosopher aright, Polith'd in courts, or simple in a ceil,

When thus he preach'd, his pupils in his fight? All views of country, sects, and creeds apart, “ It matters not, my friends, how low or high, These, these I love, and hold them to my heart. Your little walk of transient life may lic;

Vain of our beauteous ille, and juftly vain, Soon will the reign of Hope and Fear be o'er, For freedom here, and health, and plenty reign, And warring pallions militate no more: We different lots contemptuoully compare, And trust me, he who, having once survey'd And boatt, like children, of a fav'rite's share. The good and fair which Nature's wisdom made,

Yet though each vale a deeper verdure yields The Toonest to his former state retires, Than Arno's banks, or Andalusia's fields, And feels the peace of satisfied desires, Though many a treu-crown'd mountain teems (Let others decin more wisely if they can)

I look on him to be the happiest man."
Though flocks innumerous whiten every shore, So thought the sacred Sage, in whom I trust,
Why îhould we, thus with nature's wcaith elate, Because I feel his sentiments are just.
Behold her different families with hate ? 'Twas not in Luftruins of long counted years
Look on her works-on every page you'll find Thatswell'd th’alternate reign of hopes and fears;
Inscrib'd the doctrine of the social mind. Not in the splendid scenes of pain and strife,

See countless worlds of insect being share That Wisdom plac'd the dignity of life;
Th’unenvied regions of the liberal air ! To study Nature was the talk design d,
In the same grove what music void of timife! And Icarn from her th’enlargement of the mind,
Heirs of one stream, what tribes of scaly lite! Learn from her works whatever Truth admires,
Sec Earth, and Air, and Fire, and Flood combine, And tleep in Death with satisfied desires.
Of general good to aid the great defign!

Where Ancon drags o'er Lincoln's lurid plain, $ 33. ErisTLE II. To William Langborne, Like a flow inake, his dirty-winding train,

M. A. 1760. Where fous eternal blot the face of day, And the loft bittern moans luis gloomy way; From all her orient fountains burft away. As well we mnight, for ur propitious ikiis, Ar Nature's birth, O! had the power divine The blamclefs native with his clime despite, Commanded thus the moral sun to thine, As him who fill the poorer lot partakes Bearn’d on the mind all reason's influence bright, Of Biscay's mountains, or Batavia's lakes.

And the full lay of intellcctual light, Yet look once more on Nature's various plan! Then the free tuul, on Truth's strong pinion borne, Behold, and love her nobluit creature man!

Had never langwish'd in this fhade forlorn. She, never partial, on each various zone

Yet thus imperfect form’d, thus blind and vain, Bestow'd some portion to the rett unknown, Doom'd by long toil a glimpse of truth to gain; By mutual interest mcaning thence to bind Beyond its sphere shall human wildom go, In onc vast chain the comincrce of inankind,

And boldly censure what it cannot know? Behold, ye vain disturbers of an hour!

'Tis ours to cherith what Heav'n deign’d to give, Y¢ Dupes ut Faction! and yc Tools of Power ! And thankful for the gift of being live.

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Progressive powers, and faculties that rise There from those ills a safe retreat behold, From earth's low vale, to grasp the golden skies, which young mighe vanquish, or atřict him Though distant far from perfect, good, or fair,

old. Claim the due thought, and ask the grateful “That, in proportion as each being stays

In perfeet life, it rises and decays-
Come, then, thou partner of my life and name, Is Nature's law-to forms alone confin'd,
From one dear fource, whom Nature forın'd thc The laws of matter act not on the Mind.
fame,

Too fiebly, turc, its faculties must grow,
Ally'd more ncarly in cach nobler part, And Reason brings her borrow'd light too Now,"
And more the friend, than brother of

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heart ! O! ftill cenforious ? art thou then possett Let us, unlike the lucid twins that risc Of Reason's power, and does the rule thy breast? At different times, and shine in distant skies, Say what the use had Providence assign'd With mutual eye this mental world survey, To infant ycars maturity of mind ? Mark the flow rise of intellectual day, That thy pert offspring, as their father wise, View reason's fource, if man the source may find, Might fcorn thy precepts, and thy pow'r deAnd trace each Science that exalts the mind.

spise “ Thou telf-appointed lord of all below! Or mourn, with ill-match'd faculties at strife, Ambitious man, how little dost thou know? O'er limbs unequal to the talk of life? For once let Fancy's towering thoughts fub- To feel more sensibly the woes that wait fide;

On every period, as on every state ; Look on thy birth, and mortify thy pride! And light, fad convicts of each painful truth, A plaintive wretch, fo blind, to helpless born, The happier trifles of unthinking youth? The brute sagacious might beheld with scorn. Conclude we then the progress of the mind How soon, when Nature gives him to the day, Ordain'd by wisdom infinitely kind : In ftrength exulting, does he bound away! No innate knowledge on the soul impreft, By inftinet led, the fostering teat he finds, No birthright instinct acting in the breast, Sports in the ray, and shuns the searching winds. No natal light, no beam from Heav'n display'd, No grief he knows, he feels no groundlets fear, Dart through the darkness of the mental tháde. Feeds without crics, and sleeps without a tear. Perceptive powers we hold from Heav'n's decree, Did he put know tv reason ard compare, Alike to knowledge as to virtue free, See here the vallal, and the inafter there, In both a liberal agency we bear, What ftrange reflections must the scene afford, The moral here, the intellectual there; That thew'd the weakness of his puling Lord!” And hence in both an equal joy is known,

Thus sophistry unfolds her specious plan, The conscious pleasure of an act our own. Forin'd not to homble, but depreciate man. When first the trembling cye receives the day, L'njuft the censure, if unjust to rate

External forms on young perception play ; His pow’rs and merits from his infant-state. External forms affçat the inind alone, For, grant the children of the flow'ry vale Their diff'rent pow'rs and properties unknown, By instinct wiser, and of limbs more hale, Sce the pleas'd infant court the faining brand, With equal cye their perfect state explore, Eager to grasp the glory in its hand! Ánd all the vain comparison's no more. The crystal wave as cager to pervade “ But why thould life, so short by Heav'n Stretch its fond arins to meet the smiling Thade ! ordain'd,

When Meinory's call the mimic words obey, Be long to thoughtless infancy restrain’d-- And wing the thought that falters on its way; To thoughtlefs infancy, or vainly fage, When wile Experience her Now verdict draws, Moum through the languors of declining age?” The fire effect exploring in the Caule,

O blind to truth! to Nature's wisdom blind! In Nature's rudc, but not unfruitful wild, And all that the directs, or Heav'n delign'd! Reflection 1prings, and Rcalon is her child : Behold her works in cities, plains and groves,

On her fair lock the blooming scyon grows, Or life that vegctates, and life that moves! And brighter through revolving leafons blows. In due proportion, as each being stays

All beautious flow'r! immortal shalt thou In perfect life, it rites and decays.

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Is man long helpless! Through cach tender When din with age yon golden orbs decline ;
hour,

Thy orient bloom, unconscious of decay,
See love parental watch the blooming flow'r ! Shall spread, and flourish in eternal day.
By op'ning charms, by beauties freth display'd, 0! with what art, my friend, what early care,
And sweets unfolding, see that love repaid ! Should wisdom cultivate a plant so fair!

Has age its pains ? For luxury it may- How should her cye the rip’ning mind revise,
The temp'rate wear insensibly away,

And blast the buds of folly as they rise !
While fage experience and reflection clear How should her hand with industry restrain,
Beam a gay súnshine on life's fading year. The thriving growth of paffion's fruitful train,

But fee from age, from infant weakness fee, Aspiring weeds, whose lofty arms would to:y's
That man was destin'd for fociety ;

With fatal thade o'er reacon's tender flow'r !
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Fiom low pursuits the duelile mind to save, My Craufurd still fall claim the mournful songs Creeds that contract, and vices that enslave ; So long remember'd, and bewail'd to long. O'er life's rough feas its doubtful course to stcer, Unbroke by av'rice, bigotry, or fear! For this fair Science spreads her light afar,

§ 34. The Universal Prayer. Pope. And fills the bright urn of her cattern ftar.

Dio Opt. Max.
The liberal power in no fequetter'd cells,
No inoon fhine-courts of dreamning schoolmen FATHER of all! in evry age,
dwells;

In ev'ry climc, ador'd,
Distinguish'd far her lofty temple stands, By Saint, by Savage, and by Sage,
Where the tall mountain looks o'er dittallt lands; Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!
All round her throne the graceful arts appear, Thou Great First Cause, least understood,
That boost the empire of the eye or ear.

Who all my sense confin'd
Sce favour'd first, and nearest to the throne To know but this, that Thou art good,
By the rape mien of muling Silence known,

And that myself am blind:
Fícd from tretself

, the Pow'r of Numbers plac'd, Yet gave me, in this dark estate, Her wild thoughts watch'd by Harmony and

To lie the good from ill;
Tafte.
There (but at distance never meant to vie),

And, binding nature fast in fate,

Left free the human will,
The full-form'd image glancing on her eye,
See lively Painting ! on her various face,

What conscience dictates to be done,
Quick-gliding forms a moment tind a place z Or warns me not to do,
She looks, she acts the character the gives,

This teach me more than hell to fhun,
And a new feature in each feature lives.

That more than heav'n pursue.
Sec Attic ease in Sculpture's graceful air, What blessings thy free bounty gives
Half loose her robe, and half unbound her hair; Let me not cait away;
To life, to life, the smiling Icems to call,

For God is paid when man receives,
And down her fair hands negligently fail. T'enjoy is to obey.

Laft, but not meancft, of the glorious choir, See Music, lift'nıng to an angel's lyre.

Yet not to earth's contracted span Simplicity, their beauteous handmaid, drest

Thy goodnets let me bound,

Or think The Lord alone of man,
By Nature, bears a field-flower on her breast.
O Arts divine ! O magic Powers that move

When thousand worlds are round,
The Springs of truth, cnlarging truth and love! Let nt this weak, unknowing hand
Loit in their charms each mean attachment ends, Pielume tly bolts to throw,
And Taste and Knowledge thus are Virtue's And deal damnation round the land
friends.

On each I judge thy foc.
Thus nature deigns to fympathize with art, If I am right, thy grace impart
And leads the moral beauty to the heart;

Still in the right to ftay; There, only there, that strong attraélion lies,

If I am wrong, oh teach my hcare Which wakes the foul, and bids her graces To find that better

way.
risc,
Lives in those powers of harmony that bind

Save me alike from foolith pride,
Congenial hearts, and stretch from mind to mind : Or impious discontent,
Glow'd in that warmth, that focial kindness gave,

At aught thy wisdom has deny'd,
Which once the rest is silence and the grave.

Or aught thy goodnets lent.
O tears, that warın froin wounded friendthip Teach me to feel another’s woe,
flow!

To hide the fault I fee;
O thoughts, that make to monuments of woe! That mercy I to others show,
Reflection keen, that points the painful dart; That mercy Thow to me.
Mem'ry, that fpeeds its paisage to the heart; Mean tho' I am, not wholly so,
Sad monitors, your cruel power suspend,

Since quicken'd by thy breath;
And hide, for ever hide, the buried friend :

Olcad me wherefoe'er I

go, min vain-confeft I fee my Craufurd stand,

Thro' this day's life or death.
And the pen falls---falls from my tiembling hand;
E'en Death's diin shadow seeks to hide, in vain, 'This day, be bread and peace my lot:

All else beneath the sun,
That lib'ral aspect, and that smile humanc ;
Een Death's dim thadow wears a languid light, Thou know'st if best beftow'd or not,
And his cye beams through everlasting night.

And let thy will be done.
Till the last figh of Genius hall expirc, To Thee, whose temple is all space,
His keen eye faded, and cxrinat his fire,

Whofe altar, earth, sca, skics!
Till time, in league with Envy and with Death, One chorus let all Being raise!
Blast the kill'd hand, and itop the tuncful breath, All nature's incente rift!

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