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But see from age, from infant weakness sce', From low pursuits the ducule mind to save, That man was destin'd for society;

Creeds that contract, and vices that enslave; There from those ills a safe retreat behold, O'er life's rough seas jis doubiful course to steer, Which young mighit vanquish, or afflict him Unbroke by av'rice, bigotry, or fear! old.

For this fair Science spreads her light afar, That, in proportion as each being stays And fills the bright urn of her eastern star. In perfect life, it rises and decays

The liberal power in no sequester'il cells, Is Nature's law-to forms alone confin'd, No moonshine-couris of dreaming schoolmen The laws of matter act not on the Mind.

dwells; Too feebly, sure, its faculties must grow, Distinguish'd far her lofty tample stands, And Reason brings her borrow'l light too slow." Where the talt inountain looks o'er discamı lands, O! still censorious? art thou then possest

All round her throne the graceful arts appear, Of reason's power, and does she rule thy breast? That boast the empire of the eye or ear Say what the use — had Providence assign'd See favour'd first, and nearest to the throne To infant years maturity of mind :

By the rapt mien of musing Silence known, That thy pert offspring, as their father wise, Fled from herself, the Pow'r of Numbers plac'd, Might scorn thy precepts, and thypow'r despise? Her wild thoughts watch'd by Harmony and Or mourn, with ill-match'd faculties at strife, Taste. O'er linbs unequal to the task of life?

There (but at distance never meant to vie), To feel more sensibly the woes that wait The full-forin'd image glancing on her eye, On every period, as on every state;

See lively Painting! on her various face, And slight, sad convicts of each painful truth, Quick-gliding forms a moment find a place; The happier trifles of unthinking youth? She looks, she acts the character she gives,

Conclude we then the progress of the mind And a new feature in each feature lives. Ordaiv'd by wisdom infinitely kind:

See Attic ease in Sculpture's graceful air, No innate knowledge on the soul imprest, Half loose her robe, and half uubound byer hair; No birthright instinct acting in the breast, To life, to life, she smiling seems to call, No natal light, no beam from Heav'n display'd, And down hier fair hands negligently fall. Dart through the darkness of the mental shade. Last, but not meanest, of the glorious choir, Perceptive powers we hold from Heav'n's decree, See Music, lisi'ning to an angel's lyre. Alike to krowledge as to virtue frce,

Simplicity, their beauteous handmaid, drest In both a liberal agency we bear,

By Naiure, bears a field-flower on her breast. The moral here, the intellectual there;

O Arts divine! O magic Powers that move And hence iu both an eqnal joy is known, The springs of truth, enlarging truth and love! The conscious pleasure of an act our own. Lost in their charms each mean attachmeni ends,

When first the trembling eye receives the day, And Taste and Knowledge thus are Virtue's External forms on young perception play;

friends. External forms afiect the mind alone,

Thus nature :icigns to sympathize with art, Their diff'ront pow'rs and properties unknown. And leads the inoral beauty to the heart; See the pleas'd infant court the faming brand, There, only there, that strong attraction lies, Eager to grasp the glory in its hand!

Which makes the soul, and bids her graces The crystal ware as eager to pervade,

rise, Stretch its fond arms to meet the smiling shade! Lives in those powers of harmony that bind When Memory's call the inimic words obey, Congenial hearis,and stretch from mind to mind: And wing the thought that falters on its way;

Glow'd in that warinth, that social kindness When wise experience her slow verdict draws, gave,

The sure effect exploring in the Cause, Which once - the rest is silence and the grave. In Nature's rude, but not unfruitful wild, O tears, that warm from wounded friendship Reflection springs, and Reason is her child.

flow ! On her fair stock the blooming scyon grows, O thoughts, that wake to monuments of woe! And brighter through revolving seasons blows. Reflection keen, that points the painful dart; All beauteous flower! immortal shalt thou Mem'ry, that speeds its


to the heart; shine,

Sad monitors, your cruel power suspend, When dimi with age yon golden orbs decline; And hide, for ever hide, the buried friend: Thy orient bloom, unconscious of decay,

-In vain-confest I see


Craufurd stand, Shall spread, and Aourish in eternal day. And the pen falls---falls froin my trembling hand;

O! with what art, my friend, what early care, E'en death's dim shadow seeks to hide, in vain, Should wisdom cultivate a plant so fair! That lib'ral aspect, and that smile humane ; How should her eve the rip’ning mind revise, Een Death's dim shadow wears a languid light, And blast the buds of folly as they rise! And his eye beains through everlasting night. How should her hand with industry restrain *Till the last sigh of Genius shall expire, The thriving groirth of passion's finitful train, His keen eye faded, and extinct his fire, Aspiring weeds, whose lofty arms would tow's Till time, in league with Envy and with Death, With fatal shade o'er reason's tender flow'r! Blast the skill'd hand, and stop ihe tuneful breath,

My MyCraufurd still shall claim the mournful song,

§ 35. Messiah, a Sacred Eclogue. Pope. So long remember'd, and bewail'd so long.

Ye Nymphs of Solyma! begin the song;

To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong. $34. The Universal Prayer. Pope. The mossy fountains and the sylvan shades, Deo. Opt. Mar.

The dreams of Pindus and the Aonian inaids, FATHER of All! in ev'ry age,

Delight no more. -O Thou my voice inspire,

Who touch'd Isaiah's hallowed lips with fire! In ev'ry clime, ador'd,

Rapt into future rimes, the bard begun : By Saint, by Savage, and by Sage,

A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son! Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

From Jesse's root behold a branch arise, Thou Great First Cause, least understood, Whose sacred flow'r with fragrance fills theskies; Who all my sense contin'd

Th'ethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall more; To know but this, that Thou art good, And on its top descends the mystic Love. And that myself am blind :

Ye heav'ns! from high the dewy nectar pour, Yet gave me, in this dark estate,

And in soft silence shed the kindly show'r! To see the good from ill;

The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid, And, binding nature fast in fate,

From storms a shelter, and from heat a shade. Lest free the human will.

All crimes shallcease, and antient fraud shall fail,

Returning Justice lift aloft her scale ; What conscience dictates to be done,

Peace o'er i he world her olive wand extend, Or warns me not to do,

And white robid Innocence from heav'n descend. This teach me more than hell to shun,

Swift fly the years, and rise th’expected morn! That more than heav'n pursue.

Oh spring to light avspicious Babe, be born! What blessings thy free bounty gives

See Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, Let me not cast away;

With all the incense of the breathing spring: For God is paid when man receives,

Sce lofty Lebanon his head advance, Tenjoy is to obey.

See nodding forests on the mountains dance; Yet not to earth's contracted span

See spicy clouds from lowly Saron rise, Thy goodness let me bound,

And Carmel's Aow'rý top perfuines the skies ! Or think Thee Lord alone of man,

Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers ; When thousand worlds are round.

Prepare the way! a God, a God appears !

A God, a God! the vocal hills reply: Let not this weak, unknowing hand

The rocks proclaim th' approaching Deity. Presume thy bolts to throw,

Lo, earth receives him froin the bending skies ! And deal damnation round the land

Sink down, ye mountaivs, and, ye vallies, rise ! On each I judge thy foe.

With heads leclin'd, ye cedars, homage pay; If I am right, thy grace jinpart,

Be smooth, ye rocks; ye rapid foods, give way! Still in the right to stay ;

The Saviour comes! by antient bards foretold; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart

Hear him, ye deaf! and, all ye blind behold! To find that better way.

He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, Sare me alike from foolish pride,

And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day: Or impious discontent,

Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear,

And bid new music charnı th' unfolding ear; At aught thy wisdom has deny'd,

The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, Or aught thy goodness lent.

And leap exulting, like the bounding roe. Teach me to feel another's woe,

No sigh, no murmur, the wide world'shall hear : To hide the fault I see ;

From ev'ry face he wipes off ev'ry tear. That mercy I to others show,

In adamantine chains shall death be bound, That mercy show to me.

And hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound. Mean tho I ain, not wholly so,

As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care, Since quicken'd by thy breath,

Seeks freshest pasture, and the purest air, O lead me wberesoe'er I

Explores the lost, the wand'ring sheep directs, go, Thro' this day's life, or death.

By day o'ersees them, and by night protects ;

The tender lambs he raises in his arms, This day, be bread and peace my lot.

Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms; All else beneath the sun,

Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage, Thou know'st is best bestow'd or not; The promis's Father of the future age. And let thy will be done. !

No more shall nation against nation rise, To Thee, whose temple is all space,

Nor ardent wartiors meet with hateful eyes, Whose altar, earth, sea, skies !

Nor fields with gleaming eteel be cover'd o'er, One chorus let all Being raise !

The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more;
All Nature's incense rise!

But useless lances into scythes shall bend,
And the broad faulchion in a plough-share end.
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Thea palaces shall rise: the jovsul son Rewards, that either would to Virtue bring
Shall tinish what his short-liv i sire begun : No jov, or be destructive of the thing:
Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield, llow ini by these al sisty are undone
And the same hand that sow'd, shall reap the field. The virtue's of a saim at twenty-one!
The swain in barren desarts, with surprise, To whom can riches give repute or trust,
Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; Content, or pleasure, but the good and just?
And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear Judges and Senates have been bought for gold,
Niw falls of water murmuring in buis car. Estcem and lore were never to be sold.
On rifted rocks the dragon's late abodes, Oh fool; to think God hates the worthy mind,
The green reed trembirs, and the buirush nols, The lover, and the love of human kind,
Waste sandy valleys, once perplex'd with thorn, Whoselifeishealthful,andwhose conscienceclear,
The spiry fir and Soap-ly box adorn :

Because he wants a thousand pounds a year.
To leatless shrubs uit slow'ring palun succeed
And od'rous myride to the noisonie woed. [mead, $ 37. An Elegy, written in a Country Church-
The lambs with wokes shall graze the verdant

Yard. Gray
And boys in flow'ry binds the riger lead;
The sicer and lion at one crib shall meet,

TUE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, And harmless serpents lick the pilyrim's feet.

The lowing fierd winds slowly o'er the lea,

The plowmau homeward plods his weary way, The smiling infant in his hand shall take

And leaves the world to darkness and to me. The crested basilisk and speckled snake', Pleas'd the green lustre of their scales survey,

Now fades the glimm'ring landscape on the sight, And with their forky tongueshallinnocentlyplay. And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise? Save where the beetle wheels his drony fight, Exalt thy tow'ry head, and list thy eyes; And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; See a long race ihy spacious courts adorn;

Save that, from yonder ivy-inantled iow'r, See future sons and daughters, yet unborn, The inoping owl does to the Moon complain In crowrling ranks on ev'ry side arise,

Of such, is wand'ring near her secret bow'r, Demanding life, impatient for the skies! Molest her antient solitary reign. See barb'rous nations at thy gates atten, Walk in thy light, and in ihy temple bend;

Beneath those ruggedelms, that yew-tree's shade, See thybright altars throng'd with prostratekings, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,

Where heures the turf in maný a mould'ring And heap'd with products of Sabean springs!

The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. For thee Iduine's spicy forests blow, And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow. The breezy callof incense-breathing morn, fshed!, See hcar'n its sparkling portals wide display, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built And break upon thee in a flood of day.

The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more the rising sun shall gild the morn, No more shall ruuse them from their lowly bed. Nor ev’ning Cynthia fill her silver horn,

For them no more the blazing earth shall burn, But lost, dissolvid in thy superior rays,

Or busy housewife ply her evening care . One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze,

Nor children run to lisp their sire's return, O'erflow thycourts : the Light himself shallshine

Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Reveald, and God's eternal day be thine! The seas shall waste, the skies in sinuke decay, Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield; Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;

Their surrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; But fix'd his word, his saving pow'r remains :

How jocund did they drive their teams afield! Thy realm for ever lasts, thyown Messiah reigns!

How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy


Let not ambition mock their useful toil, § 36. Tre Prize of Virtue. Pope. Their liomely joys and destiny obscure ; What nothing earshly gives or can destroy, Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile, The soul's calm sunsliine, and the heart-felt The short and simple annals of the poor.

. joy,

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, I; Virtue's prize: a better would you fix? And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Then give Ilumiliiy a coach-and-six ?

Await, alike, th' inevitable hour; Justice a conqueror': sworl, or Truth a gown, The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Or Public Spirii its great cure, a crown). W cial, foolish Man! will leav'n reward us there Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, With the same trash mad mortals wish for here?

If mem'ry v'er their tomb no trophies raise. The boy and inan an individual males,

Where thro' the long-drawn isleand fretted vault, Yet sigh'st thou now for apples and for cakes?

The pealing anthem swells the note of praise, Go, like the Indian, in another life

Can storied urn, or animated bust, Expect thy dog, thy botile, and thy wife! Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? As well as dream such trities are assign'il, Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust, As toys and caspires for a gondlike aind; Or flatt'ry suoti the dull cold ear of death?



Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid

Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire: Miring his wayward fancies, he would rove; Hands, that the rod of einpire mighi have sway'd, Vow drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn, Or wak'd to extasy the living lyre.

Or craz'd with care, or crossd in hopeless love: But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill,

Rich with the spoils of Time, did ne'er unroll; Along the heath, and near his favorite tice ; Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage,

Another cane; ror yet beside the rill, And froze the genial current of the soul. Nor

up the lawn, nor at the wood was he Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The next, with dirges due, in sac array, [borne:

The dark unfathoni'd caves of ocean bear; Slow thro' the church-yarel path we saw him Full many a flow'r is born to blush unseen. Approach and rend (for thou canst read) the lay,

And waste its sweetness on the de: art air. Grav'd on the stone bencaih yon aged thorn."
Sorne village-Hampden, that withdauntlessbrcast

The little-tyrani of his fields withstood; Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,
Some mnte inglorious Milton here may rest : A Youth to Forture and to lame unknown,

SomeCromwellguilless of hiscountry's blood. Hair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
Th' applause of list'ning senates to command,

And Vielancholy mark'd him for her own. The threats of pain and ruin to despise,

Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, To scatter plenty o'er a siniling land,

Heav'n did a recompence as largely send: And read their leistry in a nation's eyes.

He gave to Viis’ry all he had, a tear; [a friend, Theirlot forbade: nor cireumscrib’dalone (fin'l; so fariler seck his mieriis to disclose,

Ile gain' from Heav'n ('tiras all he wish'd) Their growing virtues, but their crimes con

Or draw his fraillies time their dread abode, Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) And shut the gates of mercy on mankind;

The bosom of his father and his God.. The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,

To quench the blụshes of ingenuous shame,
Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride § 39. Death. Dr. Porters, Bp. of London.
With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. FRIEND to the wretch whom every friend

Far from the marding crowd's ignoble strife,
Their sober wishes never learn’d to stray;

I woo thee, Death! In fancy's fairy paths Along the cool sequester'd vale of life,

Let the gay songster rove, and gently trill They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

The strain of empty joy. Lile and its jovs

I leave to those that prize them. At this hour, Veter'n these bones from insult to protect, This solemn hour, when silence rules the world,

Some frail memorial still crected nigh, And wearied nature makes a geu'ral pause;
With uncouih rhimes and shapeless sculpture Wrapt in nigl's sable robe, through cloysters

Implores the passing tribute of'a sigh. [deck'd And charnels pale, tenanted by a throng (drear Their name, their years, spelt by thi’ unletter's Of meayre phantoms shooting cross my path

The place of faine and elegy supply: [muse, With silent glance, I seek the shadowy vale And many a holy text around she strews, Of Death. Deep in a murky cave's recess, That teach the rustic moralist to die.

Lav'd hy oblivion's listless stream, and fer For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,

By shelving rocks, and intermingled horrors This pleasing anxious being e'er resignd,

Of yew and cypress shade, from all intrusion Left the warm precincts of tie chcerful day,,

of busy noontide beain, the Monarch sits Nor cast onc longing, lingʻring look behind ?

In unsubstantial majesty enthron'd. Oa fond breast the pariing soul relies,

At his right hand, nearest himself in place

And frightfulness of form his parent Sin
Some pious drops the closing eye requires :
Ern from the tomb, the voice of nature cries,

With fatal industry and cruel care
Ev’n in our ashes live their wonted sires.

Busies herself in pointing all his strings,' For thee, who, mindful of th’unhonour'd dead, From her internal store: around him rang'd

And tipping every shaft with venom draw'n
Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; in terrible array, and inisture strange
II, chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Of uncourh shapes, stand his dread Ministers.

Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate. Foremost Old Age, his natural ally
Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, And firmest friend : next him Diseases thick,

“Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn, A motley train ; Fever, with check of fire ; Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, Consumption wan; Palsy, half warm with life,

To meet the sun upon the upland lawn; And bali' a clay-clod lump: joint-tort'ring Gout, There at the foot of ronder nodding beech, And ever-gnawing Rheum; Convulsion wild;

That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, Swoln Dropsy; panting Asthma ; Apoplex His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, Full-gorg'd! There tov the Pestilence that walks And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. In darkness, and the Sickness that destroy's




At broad noon-day. These, and a thousand more, So merciful is Heav'n) this toil became Horrid to tell, attentive wait; and, when The solace of his woes, the sweet employ By Heav'n's command Death waves his ebon Of many a live-long hour, and surest guard Sudden rush forth to execute his purpose, [wand, Against Disease and Death., Death, tha’ And scatter desolation o'er the Earth.

Was yet a distant ill, by feeble aru noun Ill-fated Man, for whom such various forms Of Age, his sole support, led slowly on. Of mis'ry wait, and mark their future prey; Not then, as since ilic short-liv'd sons of mer Ah! why, all-righteous Father, didst thou make Flock'd to his realms in countless multitudes This creature, Man? why inake th' unconscious Scarce in the course of twice fire hundred yea To life and wretchedness? O better far [dust One solitary ghost went shiv'ring down Still had he slept in uncreated night,

To his unpeopled shore. In sober state, If this the lot of Being! Was it for this Through the sequester'd vale of rural life, Thy breath divine kindled within his breast The venerable Patriarch guileless held The vital flame? For this was thy fair image The tenor of his way; Labour prepar'd Stampt on his soul in godlike lincaments? His simple fare, and Temperance rul'd his board For this dominion giv'n him absolute

Tir'd with luis daily toil, at early ere O'er all thy works, only that he might reign He sunk to sudden rest; gentle and pure Supreme in woe? From the blest source of Good, As breath of evening Zephyr, and as sweet, CouldPain and Death proceed? Couldsuch foulills Were all his slumbers; wich the Sun he rose, Fall from fairMercy's hands? Far be the thought, Alert and vigorous as He, to run (strengih The impious thought! God never made a creature His destin'd course. Thus nervd with giant But what was good. He made a liring Soul; He steinm'd the tide of time, and stood the shock The wretched Mortal was the work of Man. Of ages rolling harınless o'er his head. Forth from his Maker's hands he sprung to life, At life's meridian point arrivd, he stood, Fresh with immortal bloom; no pain he knew. And, looking round, saw all the valleys fill'd No fear of change, no check to his desires, (stood With nations from his loins ; full-well content Save one command. That one command, which To leave his race thus scatter'd o'er the earth, "Twixt him and Death, the test of his obedience, Along the gentle slope of life's decline Urg'd on by wanton curiosity,

He bent his gradual way, till, full of years, He broke. There in one moment was undone He dropp'd like mellow fruit into his grave. The fairest of God's works. The same rash hand, Such in the infancy of Time was Man; That pluck'd in evil hour the fatal fruit, So calm was life, so impotent was Death! Unbarr'd the gates of Hell, and let loose Sin O had he but preserv'd these few remains, And Death, and all the family of Pain, The shatter'd fragments, of lost happiness, To prey upon Mankind. Young Nature saw Snatch'd bythe hand of Heav’n from the sad wreck The monstrous crew,and shookthro’all her fraine. Of innocence primæval; still had he liv'd Then fled her new-born lustre, then began In ruin great; tho' fall'n, yet not forlorn ; Heav'n's cheerful face to low'r, then vapours 1hough mortal, yet not every where beset choak'd

With Death in every shape! But he, impatient The troubled air, and forin'd a veil of clouds To be completely wretched, hastes to fill up To hide the willing Sun. The earth convuls'd The ineasure of "his woes.--Twas Man himself With painful throes threw forth a bristly crop Brought Death into the world; and Man him of Of thorns and briars; and Insect, Bird, and Beast, Gare keenness to his darts, quicken'd his pace, That wont before with admiration fond And multiply'd destruction on mankind. To gaze at Man, and fearless crowd around him, First Envy, eldest born of Hell, embrued Now fled before his face, shuvning in haste Her hands in blood, and taught the Sons of Men Th’infection of his misery. He alone To make a Death which Nature never made, Who justly might, th'effended Lord of Man, And God abhorr’d; with violence rude to break Turn'd not away his face; he, full of pity,

The thread of life ere half its length was run,
Forsook not in this uttermost distress

And rob a wretcher brother of his being.
His best lov'd work. That confort still remain'd With joy Ambition saw, and soon impror'd
(That best, that greatest comfort in affliction) The execrable deed. 'Twas not enough
The countenance of God, and thro’ the gloom By subtle fraud to snatch a single life,
Shot forth some kindlygleams, to cheer and warın Piny impiety! whole kingdoms fell
Th’offender's sinking soul. Hope sentfrow Heav'n To sate the last of power: more horrid still,
Uprais'd his drooping head, and shew'd afar The foulest stain and scandal of our nature,
A happier scene of things ; the Promis'd Seed Became its boast. One Murder made a Villain;
Trampling upon the Serpent's humbled crest: Millions a Hero. Princes were privileg'd
Death of his sting disarna'd ; and the dark grave, To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.
Made pervious to the realms of endless day, Ah! why will Kings forget that they are Men?
No more the limit but the gate of life. [ground And Men that they are brethren? Why delight

Cheer'd with the view, Man went to till the In human sacrifice? Whv burse the ties
From whence he rose; sentenc'd indeed to toil Of Nature, that should knit their souls together
As to a punishment, (ev'n in wrath,

In one soft bond of anuity and love?


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