And further; by contemplating these Forms In the relations which they bear to Man,

He shall discern, how, through the various means
Which silently they yield, are multiplied

The spiritual Presences of absent Things,
Convoked by knowledge; and for his delight

Still ready to obey the gentle call.

Trust me, that for the Instructed time will come When they shall meet no object but may teach Some acceptable lesson to their minds

Of human suffering, or of human joy.

For them shall all things speak of Man, they read
Their duties in all forms; and general laws,
And local accidents, shall tend alike

To rouze, to urge; and with the will confer
The ability to spread the blessings wide
Of true philanthropy. The light of love
Not failing, perseverance from their steps
Departing not, they shall at length obtain
The glorious habit by which Sense is made
Subservient still to moral purposes,
Auxiliar to divine. That change shall clothe
The naked Spirit, ceasing to deplore.

The burthen of existence.

Science then

Shall be a precious Visitant; and then,

And only then, be worthy of her name.
For then her Heart shall kindle; her dull Eye,
Dull and inanimate, no more shall hang
Chained to its object in brute slavery;

But taught with patient interest to watch
The processes of things, and serve the cause
Of order and distinctness, not for this

Shall it forget that its most noble use,

Its most illustrious province, must be found

In furnishing clear guidance, a support

Not treacherous, to the Mind's excursive Power.
-So build we up the Being that we are;
Thus deeply drinking-in the Soul of Things
We shall be wise perforce; and while inspired
By choice, and conscious that the Will is free,
Unswerving shall we move, as if impelled
By strict necessity, along the path

Of order and of good. Whate'er we see,
Whate'er we feel, by agency direct

Or indirect shall tend to feed and nurse

Our faculties, shall fix in calmer seats

Of moral strength, and raise to loftier heights
Of love divine, our intellectual Soul."

Here closed the Sage that eloquent harangue, Poured forth with fervour in continuous stream; Such as, remote 'mid savage wilderness, An Indian Chief discharges from his breast Into the hearing of the assembled Tribes, In open circle, seated round, and hushed As the unbreathing air, when not a leaf Stirs in the mighty woods. So did he speak : The words he uttered shall not pass away; For they sank into me-the bounteous gift Of One whom time and nature had made wise, Gracing his language with authority

Which hostile spirits silently allow ;

Of One accustomed to desires that feed

On fruitage gathered from the Tree of Life,
To hopes on knowledge and experience built;
Of One in whom persuasion and belief
Had ripened into faith, and faith become

A passionate intuition; whence the Soul, Though bound to Earth by ties of pity and love, From all injurious servitude was free.

The Sun, before his place of rest were reached, Had yet to travel far, but unto us,

To us who stood low in that hollow Dell
He had become invisible,-a pomp
Leaving behind of yellow radiance spread
Upon the mountain sides, in contrast bold
With ample shadows, seemingly no less
Than those resplendent lights his rich bequest,
A dispensation of his evening power.

-Adown the path which from the Glen had led
The funeral Train, the Shepherd and his Mate
Were seen descending;-forth in transport ran
Our little Page; the rustic Pair approach;
And in the Matron's aspect may be read
A plain assurance that the words which told
How that neglected Pensioner was sent,
Before his time, into a quiet grave,
Had done to her humanity no wrong.

But we are kindly welcomed; promptly served

With ostentatious zeal.—Along the floor
Of the small Cottage in the lonely Dell

A grateful Couch was spread for our repose;
Where, in the guise of Mountaineers, we slept,
Stretched upon fragrant heath, and lulled by sound
Of far-off Torrents charming the still night,
And to tired limbs and over-busy thoughts
Inviting sleep and soft forgetfulness.

END OF THE FOURTH BOOK.