Serves, in a plain, and homely way, But when a Poet takes the pen, And tell them truths divine, and clear, Which couch'd in prose, they will not hear; Who labour hard to allure, and draw Should feel that itching, and that tingling, To your intrinsic merit true, When call'd to address myself to you. Mysterious Mysterious are his ways, whose power And marks the bounds of our abode. Not dreaming of so dear a friend, To guess, and spell, what it contains: But * An obscure part of Olney, adjoining to the residence of Cowper, which faced the market-place. + Lady Auften's residence in France. But day by day, and year by year, Say Anna, had you never known The works of man tend, one and all, As needs they must, from great to small; And And vanity absorbs at length Not that I deem, or mean to call Like some of nature's sweetest flowers, And made almost without a meaning, That Solomon has wisely spoken: "A three-fold cord is not soon broken.” In this interesting Poem the Author expresses a lively and devout presage of the superior productions, that were to arise in the process process of time, from a friendship so unexpected, and so pleasing; but he does not seem to have been aware, in the slightest degree, of the evident dangers, that must naturally attend an intimacy so very close, yet perfectly innocent, between a Poet and two Ladies, who, with very different mental powers, had each reason to flatter herself that she could agreably promote the studies, and animate the fancy of this fascinating Bard. Genius of the most exquisite kind is sometimes, and perhaps generally, so modest, and diffident, as to require continual solicitation and encouragement, from the voice of sympathy, and friendship, to lead it into permanent and successful exertion. Such was the genius of Cowper; and he therefore considered the chearful and animating society of his new accomplished Friend, as a blessing conferred on him by the signal favour of Providence. She returned the following summer to the house of her Sister, situated on the brow of a hill, the foot of which is washed by the River Ouse, as it flows between Clifton and Olney. Her benevolent ingenuity was exerted to guard the spirits of Cowper from sinking again into that hypochondriacal dejection, to which, even in her company, he still sometimes discovered an alarming tendency. To promote his occupation and amusement, she furnished him with a small portable Printing-Press, and he gratefully sent her the following Verses printed by himself, and enclosed in a billet that alludes to the occasion on which they were composed-a very unseasonable flood, that interrupted the communication between Clifton and Olney. |