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windows seem'd t'invite
The freeman to a farewell fight :
But Tom was still confin'd :
And Dick, although his way was clear,
Was much too gen'rous and sincere,
To leave his friend behind.
So settling on his cage, by play,
And chirp and kiss, he seem'd to say,
You must not live alone
Nor would he qnit that chosen stand,
Till I with slow and cautious hand,
Return'd him to his own.
O ye who never taste the joys
Of Friendship, satisfied with noise,
Fandango, ball, and rout!
Blush, when I tell you how a bird,
A prison with a friend preferr'd
To liberty without.
BENEATH the hedge, or near the stream,
A worm is known to stray,
That shows by night a lucid beam,
Which disappears by day.
Disputes have been, and still prevail,
From whence his rays proceed ; Some give that honour to his tail,
And others to his head.
But this is sure—the hand of might,
That kindles up the skies,
Gives him a modicum of light
Proportiou'd to his size.
Perhaps indulgent Nature meant,
By such a lamp bestow'd,
To bid the trav’ller, as he went,
Be careful where he trod ;
Nor crush a worm whose useful light
Might serve however small,
To show a stumbling stone by night,
And save him from a fall.
Whate'er she meant, this truth divine
Is legible and plain, 'Tis pow'r almighty bids him shine,
Nor bids him shine in vain.
Ye proud and wealthy, let this theme
Teach humbler thoughts to you, Since such a reptile has its gem,
And boasts its splendour too.
Indolence Reproved—Sun Rising, frc.
FALSELY luxurious, will not man awake, And springing from the bed of sloth enjoy The cool, the fragrant, and the silent hour, To meditation due and sacred song !
For is there aught in sleep can charm the wise ?
To die in dead oblivion, losing half
The fleeting moments of too short a life ;
Total extinction of the enlighten’d soul !
Or else to feverish vanity alive,
Wilder'd and tossing through distemper'd dreams!
Who would in such a gloomy state remain
Longer than Nature craves ; when every Muse
And every blooming pleasure wait without,
To bless the wildly-devious morning walk ?
But yonder comes the powerful King of Day,
Rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud,
The kindling azure, and the mountain's brow
Illum'd with fluid gold, his near approach
Betoken glad. Lo ! now, apparent all,
Aslant the dew-bright earth, and coloured air,
He looks in boundless majesty abroad ;
And sheds the shining day, that burnish'd plays
On rocks, and hills, and towers, and wandering streams,
High gleaming from afar. Prime cheerer, Light !
Of all material beings first, and best !
Efflux divine ! Nature's resplendent robe !
Without whose vesting beauty all were wrapt
In unessential gloom; and thou, O Sun !
Soul of surrounding worlds ! in whom best seen
Shines out thy Maker ! may I sing of thee?
'Tis by thy secret, strong, attractive force,
As with a chain indissoluble bound,
Thy system rolls entire ; from the far bourne
Of utmost Saturn, wheeling wide his round
of thirty years : to Mercury, whose disk
Can scarce be caught by philosophic eye,
Lost in the near effulgence of thy blaze.
Informer of the planetary train !
Without whose quick’ning glance their cumbrous orbs
Were brute unlovely mass, inert and dead,
And not, as now, the green abodes of life !
How many forms of being wait on thee !
Inhaling spirit ; from the unfetter'd mind,
By the sublim’d, down to the daily race,
The mixing myriads of thy setting beam.
The vegetable world is also thine,
Parent of Seasons ! who the pomp precede
That waits thy throne, as through thy vast domain,
Annual along the bright ecliptic road,
In world-rejoicing state, it moves sublime.
Meantime th' expecting nations, circled gay
With all the various tribes of foodful earth,
Implore thy bounty, or send grateful up
A common hymn : while, round thy beaming car,
High seen, the Seasons lead in sprightly dance,
Harmonious knit, the rosy-finger'd hours,
The Zephyrs floating loose, the timely Rains,
of bloom etherial the light-footed dews,
And soften’d into joy the surly storms.
These, in successive turn, with lavish hand
Shower every beauty, every fragrance shower,
Herbs, flowers, and fruits ; till, kindling at thy touch,
From land to land is flush'd the vernal year.
Nor to the surface of enliven’d earth,
Graceful with hills and dales, and leafy woods,
Her liberal tresses, is thy force confin'd :
But to the bowel'd cavern darting deep
The mineral kinds confess thy mighty power.
Effulgent hence the veiny marble shines ;
Hence Labour draws his tools ; hence burnished War
Gleams on the day ; the nobler works of Peace
Hence bless mankind, and generous Commerce binds
The round of nations in a golden chain.
The unfruitful rock itself, impregn’d by thee,
In dark retirement forms the lucid stone.
The lively Diamond drinks thy purest rays,
Collected light, compact ; that, polish'd bright,
And all its native lustre let abroad,
Dares, as it sparkles on the fair one's breast,
With vain ambition emulate her eyes,
At thee the Ruby lights its deepening glow,
And with a waving radiance inward flames.
From thee the Sapphire, solid ether, takes,
Its hue cerulean ; and of evening tinct,
The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.
With thy own smile the yellow Topaz burns.
Nor deeper verdure dyes the robe of Spring,
When first she gives it to the southern gale,
Than the green Emerald shows. But, all combin'd,
Thick through the whitening Opal play thy beams;
Or, flying several from its surface, form
A trembling variance of revolving hues,
As the site varies in the gazer's hand.
The very dead creation, from thy touch,
Assumes a mimic life. By thee refin'd,
In brighter mazes the relucent stream
Plays o'er the mead. The precipice abrupt,
Projecting horror on the blacken'd flood,
Softens at thy return. The desert joys
Wildly, through all his melancholy bounds.
Rude ruins glitter ; and the briny deep,
Seen from some pointed promontory's top,
Far to the blue horizon's utmost verge, .
Restless, reflects a floating gleam. But this,
And all the much-transported Muse can sing,
Are to thy beauty, dignity, and use,
Unequal far ; great delegated source
Of light, and life, and grace, and joy below!