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And eyes intent upon the scanty herb
| In vain thy creatures testify of thee, It yields them; or, recumbent on it's brow, Till thou proclaim thyself. Theirs is indeed Ruminate heedless of the scene outspread
A teaching voice; but 't is the praise of thine, Beneath, beyond, and stretching far away
That whom it teaches it makes prompt to learn, From inland regions to the distant main.
And with the boon gives talents for it's use.
The uninform’d and heedless souls of men.
Perfect and unimpeachable of blame,
Then skilful most when most severely judg'd. Not for it's own sake merely, but for his
But chance is not; or is not where thou reign'st: Much more, who fashion'd it, he gives it praise ; Thy providence forbids that fickle pow's Praise that froin Earth resulting, as it ought, | (If pow'r she be, that works but to confound) To Earth's acknowledg'd sovereign finds at once To mix her wild vagaries with thy laws. It's only just proprietor in Him.
Yet thus we dote, refusing while we can The soul that sees him or receives sublim'd
Instruction, and inventing to ourselves New faculties, or learns at least t'einploy
Gods such as guilt makes welcome; gods that sleer, More worthily the pow'rs she own'd before,
Or disregard our follies, or that sit Discerns in all things what, with stupid gaze
Amus'd spectators of this bustling stage. Of ignorance, till then she overlook'd,
Thee we reject, unable to abide A ray of heavenly light, gilding all forms
Thy purity, till pure as thou art pure, Terrestrial in the vast and the minute;
Made such by thee, we love thee for that cause, The unambiguous footsteps of the God,
For which we shunn'd and hated thee before. Who gives it's lustre to an insect's wing,
Then we are free. Then liberty, like day, And wheels his throne upon the rolling worlds. Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Hear'n Much conversant with Heav'n, she often holds Fires all the faculties with glorious joy. With those fair ministers of light to man,
A voice is heard, that mortal ears hear not, That fill the skies nightly with silent pomp,
Till thou hast touch'd them ; 't is the voice of song, Sweet conference. Inquires what strains were they | A loud Hosanna sent from all thy works; With which Heav'n rang, when ev'ry star in haste | Which he that hears it with a shout repeats, To gratulate the new-created Earth,
And adds his rapture to the gen’ral praist.
In that blest moment Nature, throwing wide
The author of her beauties, who, retir'd
Behind his own creation, works unseen If from your elevation, whence ye view
By the impure, and hears his pow's denied. Distinctly scenes invisible to man,
Thou art the source and centre of all minds, And systems, of whose birth no tidings yet
Their only point of rest, eternal Word! Have reach'd this nether world, ye spy a race From thee departing they are lost, and more Favour'd as ours; transgressors from the womb, At random without honour, hope, or peace. And hasting to a grave, yet doom'd to rise,
From thee is all, that soothes the life of man, And to possess a brighter Heav'n than yours? His high endeavour, and his glad success, As one, who, long detain'd on foreign shores, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve. Pants to return, and when he sees afar
But I thou bounteous giver of all good, His country's weather-bleach'd and batter'd rocks, Thou art of all thy gifts thyself the crown! From the green wave emerging, darts an eye Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor; Radiant with joy towards the happy land;
And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.
THE WINTER WALK AT NOON.
Argument. And that, infus'd from Heav'n, must thither tend.” Bells at a distance. Their effect. A fine noon in So reads he nature, whom the lamp of truth
winter. A sheltered walk. Meditation better Illuminates. Thy lamp, mysterious Word!
than books. Our familiarity with the course of Which whoso sees no longer wanders lost,
nature makes it appear less wonderful than it is. With intellects bemaz'd in endless doubt,
The transformation that Spring effects in a slirub But runs the road of wisdom. Thou hast built bery described. A mistake concerning the course With means, that were not till by thee employ'd, of nature corrected. God maintains it by an Worlds, that had never been hadst thou in strength unremitted act. The amusements fashionable at Been less, or less benevolent than strong.
this hour of the day reproved. Animals happy, They are thy witnesses, who speak thy pow'r
a delightful sight. Origin of cruelty to animals And goodness infinite, but speak in ears,
That it is a great crime proved from Scripture. That hear not, or receive not their report.
That proof illustrated by a tale. A line drawn
between the lawful and unlawful destruction of And where the woods fence of the northern blast, them. Their good and useful properties insisted | The season siniles, resigning all it's rage, on. Apology for the encomiums bestowed by And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue the author on animals. Instances of man's ex Without a cloud, and white without a speck travagant praise of man. The groans of the The dazzling splendour of the scene below. creaticn shall have an end. A view taken of the Again the hiarinony comes o'er the vale; restoration of all things. An invocation and an And through the trees I view thi' embattled tow'r, invitation of Him, who shall bring it to pass. Whence all the music. I again perceive
The retired man vindicated from the charge of The soothing influence of the wafted strains, uselessness. Conclusion.
And settle in soft inusings as I tread
The walk, still verdant, under oaks and clms, There is in souls a sympathy with sounds, Whose outspread branches over-archa the glade. And as the mind is pitcli'd the car is pleas'd
The roof, though moveable through all it's length With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave; | As the wind sways it, has yet well suflic'd, Somne chord in unison with what we hear
And, intercepting in their silent fall Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
The frequent flakes, has kept a path for me. How soft the music of those village bells,
No noise is here, or none that hinders thought. Falling at intervals upon the ear
The red-breast warbles still, but is content In cadence sweet, now dying all away,
With slender notes, and more than half suppress'd : Now pealing loud again, and louder still,
Pleas'd with his solitude, and flitting light Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on!
From spray to spray, where'er he rests he shakes With casy force it opens all the cells
From many a twig the pendant drops of ice,
Stillness, accompanied with sounds so soft,
Charms more than silence. Meditation here Such comprehensive views the spirit takes,
May think down hours to moments. Here the heart That in a few short moments I retrace
May give a useful lesson to the head, (As in a map the voyager his course)
And Learning wiser grow without his books. The windings of my way through many years.
Knowledge and Wisdom, far from being one, Short as in retrospect the journey seems,,
Have oft-times no connection. Knowledge dwells It seem'd not always short; the rugged path, In heads replete with thoughts of other men ; And prospect oft so dreary and forlorn,
Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Mov'd many a sigh at it's disheart’ning length. Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, Yet feeling present evils, while the past
The mere materials with which Wisdom builds, Faintly impress the mind, or not at all,
Till smooth’d, and squar'd, and fitted to it's place, How readily we wish time sperit revok'd,
Does but encumber whom it seems t'enrich. That we might try the ground again, where once Knowledge is proud that he has learn'd so much : (Through inexperience, as we now perceive)
Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
Holds an unthinking multitude enthrall'd.
Surrender judgment hood-wink'd. Some the style
Of errour leads them, by a tune entranc'd. But liad a blessing in it's darkest frown,
While sloth seduces more, too weak to bear Threat'ning at once and nourishing the plant. The insupportable fatigue of thought ; We lov'd, but not enough, the gentle hand, And swallowing therefore without pause or choice That rear'd us. At a thoughtless age, allur'd The total grist unsifted, husks and all. By ev'ry gilded folly, we renounc'd
But trees and rivulets, whose rapid course His shelt'ring side, and wilfully forewent
Defies the check of Winter, haunts of deer, That converse, which we now in vain regret. And sheep-walks populous with bleating lainbs, How gladly would the man recall to life
And lanes, in which the primrose ere her time (root, The boy's neglected sire! a mother too,
Peeps through the muss, that clothes the hawthorn That softer friend, perhaps more gladly still, Deceive no student. Wisdom there, and truth, Might he demand them at the gates of death. Not shy, as in the world, and to be won Sorrow has, since they went, subdu'd and tam'd By slow solicitation, seize at once The playful bumour; he could now endure, The roving thought, and fix it on themselves. (Himself grown sober in the vale of tears,)
What prodigies can pow'r divine perform And feel a parent's presence no restraint.
More grand than it produces year by year,
And all in sight of inattentive man?
And in the constancy of nature's course,
And regular return of genial months, The few that pray at all pray oft amiss,
And renovation of a faded world, And, seeking grace e' improve the prize they hold, See nought to wonder at. Should God again, Would urge a wiser suit than asking morc. As once in Gibeon, interrupt the race
The night was Winter in his roughest mood; Of the indeviating and punctual sun, The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon How would the world admire ! but speaks it less Upon the southern side of the slant hills,
| An agency divine, to make him know
His moment when to sink and when to rise,
Some say, that in the origin of things, Age after age, than to arrest his course?
When all creation started into birth, All we behold is miracle ; but, seen
The infant elements receiv'd a law, So duly, all is miracle in vain.
From which they swerve not since. That under force Where now the vital energy, that mov'd,
Of that controlling ordinance they more, While Summer was, the pure and subtle lymph | And need not his immediate hand, who first Through th' imperceptible meand'ring veins Prescrib'd their course, to regulate it now. Of leaf and flow'r? It sleeps; and th' icy touch Thus dream they, and contrive to save a God Of unprolific Winter has impress'd
Th' incumbrance of his own concerns, and spare A cold stagnation on th' intestine tide.
The great Artificer of all that moves But let the months go round, a few short months, The stress of a continual act, the pain And all shall be restor'd. These naked shoots, Of unremitted vigilance and care, Barren as lances, among which the wind
As too laborious and severe a task. Makes wintry music, sighing as it goes,
So man, the moth, is not afraid, it seems, Shall put their graceful foliage on again,
To span omnipotence, and measure might, And more aspiring, and with ampler spread, [lost. | That knows no measure, by the scanty rule Shall boast new charms, and more than they have And standard of his own, that is to-day, Then each, in it's peculiar honours clad,
| And is not ere to-morrow's sun go down. Shall publish even to the distant eye
But how should matter occupy a charge, It's family and tribe. Laburnum, rich
Dull as it is, and satisfy a law In streaming gold; syringa, iv'ry pure;
So vast in it's demands, unless impellid The scentless and the scented rose; this red, To ceaseless service by a ceaseless force, And of an humbler growth, the other * tall, And under pressure of some conscious cause? And throwing up into the darkest gloom
The Lord of all, himself through all diffus'd, Of neighb'ring cypress, or more sable yew,
Sustains, and is the life of all that lives. Her silver globes, light as the foamy surf,
Nature is but a name for an effect, That the wind severs from the broken wave; Whose cause is God. He feeds the secret fire The lilac, various in array, now white,
By which the mighty process is maintain'd, Now sanguine, and her beauteous head now set Who sleeps not, is not weary; in whose sight With purple spikes pyramidal, as if
Slow-circling ages are as transient days; Studious of ornament, yet unresolv'd
Whose work is without labour; whose design Which hue she most approv'd, she chose them all; | No flaw deforms, no difficulty thwarts; Copious of flow'rs the woodbine, pale and wan, And whose beneficence no charge exhausts But well compensating her sickly looks
Him blind antiquity profan'd, not serv'd, With never-cloying odours, early and late ;
With self-taught rites, and under various names, Hypericum, all bloom, so thick a swarm
Female and male, Pomona, Pales, Pan, of flow'rs, like Aies clothing her slender rods, And Flora, and Vertumnus; peopling Earth That scarce a leaf appears; mezereon, too,
With tutelary goddesses and gods, Though leafless, well attir'd, and thick beset That were not; and commending as they would With blushing wreaths, investing ev'ry spray; To each some province, garden, field, or grove. Althea with the purple eye; the broom
But all are under one. One spirit -- His, Yellow and bright, as bullion unalloy'd,
Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding brows, Her blossoms; and luxuriant above all
| Rules universal nature. Not a flow'r The jasmine, throwing wide her elegant sweets, But shows some touch, in freckle, streak, or stain, The deep dark green of whose unvarnish'd leaf Of his unrivall'd pencil. He inspires Makes more conspicuous, and illumines more Their balmy odours, and imparts their hues, The bright profusion of her scatter'd stars. - And bathes their eyes with nectar, and includes, These have been, and these shall be in their day; In grains as countless as the sea-side sands, And all this uniform uncolour'd scene
The forms, with which he sprinkles all the Earth. Shall be dismantled of it's fleecy load,
Happy who walks with him! whom what he finds And flush into variety again.
of favour or of scent in fruit or flow'r, From dearth to plenty, and from death to life, Or what he views of beautiful or grand Is Nature's progress when she lectures man
In nature, from the broad majestic oak In heav'nly truth; evincing as she makes
To the green blade, that twinkles in the sun, The grand transition, that there lives and works Prompts with remembrance of a present God. A soul in all things, and that soul is God.
His presence, who made all so fair, perceird The beauties of the wilderness are his,
Makes all still fairer. As with him po scene That makes so gay the solitary place,
Is dreary, so with him all seasons please. Where no eye sees them. And the fairer forms, Though winter had been none, had man been true, That cultivation glories in, are his.
And Earth be punish'd for it's tenants' sake, He sets the bright procession on it's way,
Yet not in vengeance; as this smiling sky, And marshals all the order of the year; .
So soon succeeding such an angry night, He marks the bounds, which Winter may not pass, | And these dissolving snows, and this clear strenin And blunts his pointed fury; in it's case,
Recov'ring fast it's liquid music, prove. Russet and rude, folds up the tender germ,
Who then, that has a mind well strung and tun'd Uninjur'd, with inimitable art;
To contemplation, and within his reach And ere one flow'ry season fades and dies,
A scene so friendly to his fav'rite task, Designs the blooming wonders of the next. Would waste attention at the chequer'd board,
His host of wooden warriors to and fro • The Guelder-rose.
Marching and countermarching, with an eye
As fix'd as inarble, with a forehead ridg'd
Their efforts, yet resolv'd with one consent, And furrow'd into storms, and with a hand
To give such act and utt'rance as they may Trembling, as if eternity were hung
To ecstacy, too big to be suppress'd In balance on his conduct of a pin ?
These, and a thousand images of bliss, Nor envies he aught more their idle sport,
With which kind Nature graces ev'ry scene, Who pant with application misapplied
Where cruel man defeats not her design, To trivial toys, and, pushing iv'ry balls
Impart to the benevolent, who wish Across a velvet level, feel a joy
All that are capable of pleasure pleas'd, Akin to rapture, when the bauble finds
A far superior happiness to theirs, It's destin'd goal, of difficult access.
The comfort of a reasonable joy. Nor deems he wiser him, who gives his noon
Man scarce had ris'n, obedient to his call, To Miss, the mercer's plague, from shop to shop Who form'd him from the dust, his future grave, Wand'ring and litt'ring with unfolded silks When he was crown'd as never king was since. The polish'd counter, and approving none, God set the diadem upon his head, Or promising with smiles to call again.
And angel choirs attended. Wond'ring stood Nor him, who by his vanity seduc'd,
The new-made monarch, while before him pass'd, And sooth'd into a dream that he discerns
All happy, and all perfect in their kind, The diffrence of a Guido from a daub,
The creatures, summon'd from their various haunts, Frequents the crowded auction : station'd there To see their soy'reign, and confess his sway. As duly as the Langford of the show,
Vast was his empire, absolute his pow'r, With glass at eye, and catalogue in hand,
Or bounded only by a law, whose force And tongue accomplish'd in the fulsome cant 'T was his sublimest privilege to feel And pedantry, that coxcombs learn with ease; And own, the law of universal love. Oft as the price-deciding hammer falls,
He rul’d with meekness, they obey'd with joy ; He notes it in his book, then raps his box,
No cruel purpose lurk'd within his heart, Swears 't is a bargain, rails at his hard fate,
And no distrust of his intent in theirs. That he has let it pass - but never bids.
So Eden was a scene of harmless sport, Here unmolested, through whatever sign Where kindness on his part, who rul'd the whole, The Sun proceeds, I wander. Neither mist, Begat a tranquil confidence in all, Nor freezing sky nor sultry, checking me,
And fear as yet was not, nor cause for fear. Nor stranger intermeddling with my joy.
But sin marr'd all; and the revolt of man, Ev’n in the spring and play-time of the year, That source of evils not exhausted yet, That calls th' unwonted villager abroad
Was punish'd with revolt of his from him. With all her little ones, a sportive train,
Garden of God, how terrible the change To gather kingcups in the yellow mead,
| Thy groves and lawns then witness'd! Ev'ry heart, And prink their hair with daisies, or to pick Each animal, of ev'ry name, conceiv'd A cheap but wholesome sallad from the brook, | A jealousy and an instinctive fear, These shades are all my own. The tim'rous hare, And, conscious of some danger, either fled Grown so familiar with her frequent guest,
Precipitate the loath'd abode of man, Scarce shuns me; and the stockdove unalarm'd Or growl'd defiance in such angry sort, Sits cooing in the pine-tree, nor suspends
As taught him too to tremble in his turn. His long love-ditty for my near approach.
Thus harmony and family accord Drawn from his refuge in some lonely elm, Were driv'n from Paradise ; and in that hour That age or injury has hollow'd deep,
The seeds of cruelty, that since have swell'd Where, on his bed of wool and matted leaves, To such gigantic and enormous growth, He has outslept the Winter, ventures forth, Were sown in human nature's fruitful soil. To frisk awhile, and bask in the warm sun, Hence date the persecution and the pain, The squirrel, flippant, pert, and full of play: | That man inflicts on all inferior kinds, He sees me, and at once, swift as a bird, brush, Regardless of their plaints. To make him sport, Ascends the neighb'ring beech; there whisks his / To gratify the phrenzy of his wrath, And perks his ears, and stamps, and cries aloud, Or his base gluttony, are causes good With all the prettiness of feign'd alarm,
And just in his account, why bird and beast And anger insignificantly fierce.
Should suffer torture, and the streams be dyed The heart is hard in nature, and unfit
With blood of their inhabitants impal'd. For human fellowship, as being void
Earth groans beneath the burden of a war
Wag'd with defenceless innocence, while he,
Adds tenfold bitterness of death by pangs
The bounding fawn, that darts across the glade Now happiest they, that occupy the scenes
Whom once, as delegate of God on Earth,
They fear'd, and as his perfect image lov'd. That skims the spacious meadow at full speed,. The wilderness is theirs, with all it's caves, Then stops, and snorts, and, throwing high his heels, It's hollow glens, it's thickets, and it's plains, Starts to the voluntary race again;
Unvisited by man. There they are free, The very kine, that gambol at high noon, | And howl and roar as likes them, uncontrollid; The total herd receiving first from one,
Nor ask his leave to slumber or to play. That leads the dance, a summons to be gay, Woe to the tyrant, if he dare intrude Though wild their strange vagaries, and uncouth Within the confines of their wild domain :
The lion tells him-“I am monarch here" - | That oft the beast has seem'd to judge the man.
(If such who plead for Providence inay seem In measure, as by force of instinct drawn,
In modern eyes,) shall make the doctrine clear, Or by necessity constrain'd, they live
Where England, stretch'd towards the setting Sur, Dependent upon man; those in his fields,
Narrow and iong, o'erlooks the western ware, These at his crib, and some beneath his roof. Dwelt young Misagathus; a scorner he They prove too often at how dear a rate
Of God and goodness, atheist in ostent, He sells protection. Witness at his foot
Vicious in act, in temper savage-fierce. The spaniel, dying for some venial fault
He journey'd; and his chance was as he went Under dissection of the knotted scourge ;
To join a trav'ller, of far different note,
Fame had not left the venerable man
A stranger to the manners of the youth, Upon the guiltless passenger o'erthrown.
Whose face, too, was familiar to his view. He too is witness, noblest of the train
Their way was on the margin of the land, That wait on man, the flight-performing horse ; O'er the green summit of the rocks, whose base With unsuspecting readiness he takes
Beats back the roaring surge, scarce heard so bigla His murd'rer on his back, and, push'd all day The charity, that warm'd his heart, was mov'd With bleeding sides and flanks, that heave for life, | At sight of the man-monster. With a smile To the far distant goal, arrives and dies.
Gentle, and affable, and full of grace, So little mercy shows who needs so much!
As fearful of offending whom he wish'd Does law, so jealous in the cause of man,
Much to persuade, he plied his ear with truths Denounce no doom on the delinquent ? None. Not harshly thunder'd forth, or rudely pressid, He lives, and o'er his brimming beaker boasts | But, like his purpose, gracious, kind, and sweet. (As if barbarity were high desert)
“ And dost thou dream," th' impenetrable man Th' inglorious feat, and clamorous in praise
Exclaim'd, “ that me the lullabies of age, Of the poor brute, seems wisely to suppose
And fantasies of dotards such as thou, The honours of his matchless horse his own. Can cheat, or move a moment's fear in me? But many a crime, deem'd innocent on Earth, Mark now the proof I give thee, that the brave Is register'd in Heav'n; and these no doubt Need no such aids, as superstitioa lends, Have each their record, with a curse annex'd. To steel their hearts against the dread of death." Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, He spoke, and to the precipice at hand But God will never. When he charg'd the Jew! Push'd with a madman's fury. Fancy shrinks, T'assist his foe's down-fallen beast to rise ; And the blood thrills and curdles, at the thought And when the bush-exploring boy, that seiz'd Of such a gulf as he design'd his grave. The young, to let the parent bird go free;
But, though the felon on his back could dare Prov'd he not plainly, that his meaner works The dreadful leap, more rational, his steed Are yet his care, and have an int'rest all,
| Declin'd the death, and wheeling swiftly round, All, in the universal Father's love ?
Or e'er his hoof bad press'd the crumbling verge, On Noah, and in him on all mankind,
Baffled his rider, sav'd against his will. The charter was conferr'd, by which we hold The phrenzy of the brain may be redress'd The flesh of animals in fee, and claim
By med'cine well applied, but without grace O'er all we feed on pow'r of life and death.
The heart's insanity admits no cure. But read the instrument, and mark it well : Enrag'd the more, by what might have reformid Th' oppression of a tyrannous control
His horrible intent, again he sought Can find no warrant there. Feed then, and yield Destruction, with a zeal to be destroy'a, Thanks for thy food. Carnivorous, through sin, With sounding whip, and rowels dyed in bloor Feed on the slain, but spare the living brute ! But still in vain. The Providence, that meant The Governor of all, himself to all
A longer date to the far nobler beast, So bountiful, in whose attentive ear
Spar'd yet again thi' ignoble for his sake. The unfledg'd raven, and the lion's whelp,
And now, his prowess prov'd, and his sincere Plead not in vain for pity on the pangs
Incurable obduracy evinc'd, Of hunger unassuag'd, has interpos'd,
His rage grew cool; and pleas'd, perhaps, t lave Not seldom, his avenging arın, to smite
So cheaply the renown of that attempt, Th' injurious trampler upon Nature's law,
With looks of some complacence he resum'd That claims forbearance even for a brute.
His road, deriding much the blank a.naze He hates the hardness of a Balaam's heart; | Of good Evander, still where he was left And, prophet as he was, he might not strike Fix'd motionless, and petrified with dread. The blameless animal, without rebuke,
So on they far'd. Discourse on other themes On which he rode. Her opportune offence
Ensuing seem'd t'obliterate the past; Sav'd him, or th' unrelenting seer had died. And tamer far for so much fury shown, He sees that human equity is slack
(As is the course of rash and fiery men,) To interfere, though in so just a cause :
The rude companion smil'd, as if transforin'd. And makes the task his own. Inspiring dumb But 't was a transient calm. A storin was near, And helpless victiins with a sense so keen
An unsuspected storm. His lour was coine, of inj'ry, with such knowledge of their strength, Thic impious challenger of Pow'r divine wrath, And such sagacity to take revenge,
| Vlas now to learn, that Hear'n, though slow to