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And now my eyes with transport rove
Unbroken by a cloud!
And now beneath delighted pass
Where, winding through the deep green grass, A full-brimm'd river flow'd.
I stop, I gaze; in accents rude,
Burst forth th' unbidden lay ;
"These, these are joys alone, I cry ; ""Tis here, divine Philosophy,
"Thou deign'st to fix thy throne! "Here Contemplation points the road "Through Nature's charms to Nature's God! "These, these are joys alone!
“Adieu, ye vain low-thoughted cares,
The tyrant passions all subside
Yet still I felt, or seem'd to feel,
A kind of visionary zeal
When lo! a voice, a voice I hear! 'Twas Reason whisper'd in my ear These monitory strains:
"What mean'st thou, man? wouldst thou unbind The ties which constitute thy kind, "The pleasures and the pains?
"The same Almighty Power unseen,
"He bids the tyrant passions rage, "He bids them war eternal wage,
"And combat each his foe: "Till from dissensions concords risé, "And beauties from deformities,
"And happiness from woe.
"Art thou not man, and darest thou find "A bliss which leans not to mankind?
"Presumptuous thought and vain! “Each bliss unshared is unenjoy'd, "Each power is weak, unless employ'd "Some social good to gain.
Shall light, and shade, and warmth, and air.
"Which active virtue feels! "When on she drags, as lawful prize, "Contempt, and Indolence, and Vice, * At her triumphant wheels!
"As rest to labor still succeeds
"Enthusiast go, unstring thy lyre,
"Enthusiast go, try every sense, "If not thy bliss, thy excellence,
"Thou yet hast learn'd to scan; "At least thy wants, thy weakness know, "And see them all uniting show
"That man was made for man.'
BY OLIVER GOLDSMITH, M. B.
"TURN, gentle hermit of the dale,
"For here, forlorn and lost, I tread, "With fainting steps and slow; Where wilds, immeasurably spread, "Seem lengthening as I go."
Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom; "For yonder phantom only flies, "To lure thee to thy doom.
"Here, to the houseless child of want, My door is open still;
"And though my portion is but scant, "I give it with good will.
"Then turn to-night, and freely share "Whate'er my cell bestows; My rushy couch, and frugal fare, "My blessing and repose.
"No flocks that range the valley free "To slaughter I condemn : "Taught by that Power that pities me, "I learn to pity them.
"But, from the mountain's grassy side, "A guiltless feast I bring;
A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, "And water from the spring.
Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; "For earth-born cares are wrong: Man wants but little here below, "Nor wants that little long."
Soft as the dew from heaven descends, His gentle accents fell:
The modest stranger lowly bends,
Far in a wilderness obscure
No stores beneath his humble thatch
And now, when busy crowds retire
The hermit trimm'd his little fire,
And gaily press'd, and smiled;
The lingering hours beguiled.
But nothing could a charm impart
His rising cares the hermit spied, With answering cares oppress'd: "And whence, unhappy youth!" he cried, "The sorrows of thy breast?