With brotherly resemblance. Turn your steps
Wherever fancy leads, by day by night

Are various engines working, not the same

As those by which your soul in youth was moved,

But by the great Artificer endued

With no inferior power. You dwell alone;

You walk, you live, you speculate alone;

Yet doth Remembrance, like a sovereign Prince,
For you a stately gallery maintain

Of gay or tragic pictures. You have seen,
Have acted, suffered, travelled far, observed
With no incurious eye; and books are your's,
Within whose silent chambers treasure lies
Preserved from age to age; more precious far
Than that accumulated store of gold

And orient

gems,

which for a day of need

The Sultan hides within ancestral tombs.

These hoards of truth you can unlock at will:

And music waits upon your skilful touch,—

Sounds which the wandering Shepherd from these Heights

Hears, and forgets his purpose ;-furnished thus

How can you droop, if willing to be raised?

A piteous lot it were to flee from ManYet not rejoice in Nature. He-whose hours

Are by domestic Pleasures uncaressed
And unenlivened; who exists whole years
Apart from benefits received or done

'Mid the transactions of the bustling crowd;
Who neither hears, nor feels a wish to hear,
Of the world's interests-such a One hath need
Of a quick fancy and an active heart,

That for the day's consumption books may yield
A not unwholesome food, and earth and air

Supply his morbid humour with delight.

-Truth has her pleasure-grounds, her haunts of ease

And easy contemplation,-gay parterres,

And labyrinthine walks, her sunny glades
And shady groves, for recreation framed :
These may he range, if willing to partake
Their soft indulgences, and in due time
May issue thence, recruited for the tasks
And course of service Truth requires from those

Who tend her Altars, wait

And guard her Fortresses.

upon her Throne,

Who thinks, and feels,

And recognises ever and anon

The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul,
Why need such man go desperately astray,

And nurse" the dreadful appetite of death?"
If tired with Systems-each in its degree
Substantial-and all crumbling in their turn,
Let him build Systems of his own, and smile
At the fond work-demolished with a touch;
If unreligious, let him be at once,
Among ten thousand Innocents, enrolled

A Pupil in the many-chambered school,
Where Superstition weaves her airy dreams.

Life's Autumn past, I stand on Winter's verge,

And daily lose what I desire to keep:
Yet rather would I instantly decline
To the traditionary sympathies

Of a most rustic ignorance, and take
A fearful apprehension from the owl
Or death-watch,-and as readily rejoice,
If two auspicious magpies crossed my way;
This rather would I do than see and hear
The repetitions wearisome of sense,

Where soul is dead, and feeling hath no place;
Where knowledge, ill begun in cold remark
On outward things, with formal inference ends:

Or if the Mind turn inward 'tis perplexed,

Lost in a gloom of uninspired research;

Meanwhile, the Heart within the Heart, the seat

Where Peace and happy Consciousness should dwell,

On its own axis restlessly revolves,

Yet nowhere finds the cheering light of truth.

Upon the breast of new-created Earth

Man walked; and when and wheresoe'er he moved, Alone or mated, Solitude was not.

He heard, upon the wind, the articulate Voice

Of God; and Angels to his sight appeared,
Crowning the glorious hills of Paradise ;

Or through the groves gliding like morning mist
Enkindled by the sun. He sate-and talked
With winged Messengers; who daily brought
To his small Island in the etherial deep

Tidings of joy and love. From these pure Heights (Whether of actual vision, sensible

To sight and feeling, or that in this sort

Have condescendingly been shadowed forth

Communications spiritually maintained,

And Intuitions moral and divine)

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Fell Human-kind-to banishment condemned

That flowing years repealed not: and distress

And grief spread wide; but Man escaped the doom Of destitution;-Solitude was not.

-Jehovah-shapeless Power above all Powers,

Single and one, the omnipresent God,

By vocal utterance, or blaze of light,
Or cloud of darkness, localized in heaven,
On earth, enshrined within the wandering ark;
Or, out of Sion, thundering from his throne
Between the Cherubim-on the chosen Race
Showered miracles, and ceased not to dispense
Judgments, that filled the Land from age to age
With hope, and love, and gratitude, and fear;
And with amazement smote;-thereby to assert
His scorned, or unacknowledged Sovereignty.
And when the One, ineffable of name,

In nature indivisible, withdrew
From mortal adoration or regard,

Not then was Deity engulphed, nor Man,
The rational Creature, left, to feel the weight
Of his own reason, without sense or thought
Of higher reason and a purer will,