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She only left of all the harmless train, The reverend champion stood. At his conThe sad historian of the pensive plain.
trol Near yonder copse, where once the gar Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul; den smiled,
Comfort came down the trembling wretch And still where many a garden flower grows
to raise, wild,
And his last faltering accents whisper'd There, where a few torn shrubs the place praise. disclose,
At church, with meek and unaffected The village preacher's modest mansion
His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; A man he was to all the country dear, Truth from his lips prevail'd with double And passing rich with forty pounds a year;
sway, Remote from towns he ran his godly race, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to Nor e'er had changed, nor wish' to change
180 his place ;
The service pass'd, around the pious man, Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, With steady zeal, each honest rustic ran : By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour; E'en children follow'd, with endearing wile, Fär other aims his heart bad learn'd to prize, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good More bent to raise the wretched than to rise.
man's smile. His house was known to all the vagrant His ready smile a parent's warmth express'd, train,
Their welfare pleased him, and their cares He chid their wanderings, but relieved their
distress'd : pain;
To them his heart, his love, his griefs were The long remember'd beggar was his guest,
given, Whose beard descending swept his aged But all his serious thoughts had rest in breast;
heaven. The ruin'd spendthrift, now no longer proud, As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Claim'd kindred there, and had bis claims Swells from the vale, and midway leaves allow'd;
the storm, The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Though round its breast the rolling clouds Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away ;
are spread, Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow | Eternal sunshine settles on its head. done,
Beside yon straggling fence that skirts Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields
the way were won.
With blossom'd furze, unprofitably gay, Pleased with his guests, the good man There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, learn'd to glow,
The village master taught his little school: And quite forgot their vices in their woe; 160 A man severe he was, and stern to view, Careless their merits or their faults to scan, I knew bim well, and every truant knew ; His pity gave ere charity began.
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to Thus to relieve the wretched was his
The day's disasters in his morning face ; 200 And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side ; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited But in his duty prompt, at every call, He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt | At all his jokes, for many a joke had he; for all :
Full well the busy whisper, circling round, And, as a bird each fond endearment tries Convey'd the dismal tidings when he To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the
Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, The love he bore to learning was in fault; Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. | The village all declared how much be knew, Beside the bed where parting life was | 'T was certain he could write and cipher too; laid,
171 Lands he could measure, terms and tides And sorrow, guilt, and pain by turns dis
| And e'en the story ran that he could gauge:
In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill, Nor the coy maid, half willing to be press'd, For e'en though vanquish’d, he could argue Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest. 250 still;
Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disWhile words of learned length and thun
dain, dering sound
These simple blessings of the lowly train; Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; | To me more dear, congenial to my heart, And still they gazed, and still the wonder One native charm, than all the gloss of art; grew
Spontaneous joys, where Nature has its play, That one small head could carry all he knew. The soul adopts, and owns their firstborn But pass'd is all his fame. The very spot,
sway; Where many a time he triumph'd, is forgot. Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined.
But the long pomp, the midnight masquerWhere once the signpost caught the passing
With all the freaks of wanton wealth arLow lies that house where nutbrown ray'd,
260 draaghts inspired,
In these, ere triflers half their wish obtain, Where graybeard mirth and smiling toil The toiling pleasure sickens into pain; retired,
And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts deWhere village statesmen talk'd with looks
The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy ? And news much older than their ale went Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen, who round.
survey Imagination fondly stoops to trace
The rich man's joys increase, the poor's deThe parlour splendours of that festive place;
cay, The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded 'Tis yours to judge how wide the limits floor,
stand The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the Between a splendid and a happy land. door,
228 Proud swells the tide with loads of freighted The chest contrived a double debt to pay,
ore, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; And shouting Folly hails them from her The pictures placed for ornament and use,
270 The twelve good rules, the royal game of Hoards e'en beyond the miser's wish abound, goose;
And rich men flock from all the world The hearth, except when winter chillid the
Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a With aspen boughs, and flowers, and fen
name nel gay;
That leaves our useful products still the While broken teacups, wisely kept for show,
same. Ranged o'er the chimney, glisten'd in a row. Not so the loss. The man of wealth and Vain transitory splendours! could not all
pride Reprievethe tottering mansion from its fall? Takes up a space that many poor supplied; Obscure it sinks, nor shall it more impart Space for his lake, his park's extended An hour's importance to the poor man's
Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds; Thither no more the peasant shall repair The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth To sweet oblivion of his daily care;
Has robb’d the neighbouring fields of half No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale,
280 No more the woodman's ballad shall pre His seat, where solitary sports are seen,
Indignant spurns the cottage from the green; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Around the world each needful product flies, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to For all the luxuries the world supplies; hear;
While thus the land, adorn'd for pleasure The host himself no longer shall be found
all, Careful to see the mantling bliss go round; | In barren splendour feebly waits the fall.
As some fair female, unadorn'd and plain, I Are these thy serious thoughts ? - Ah, Secure to please while youth confirins her
turn thine eyes reign,
Where the poor houseless shivering female Slights every borrow'd charm that dress supplies,
289 She once, perhaps, in village plenty bless'd, Nor shares with art the triumph of her eyes; Has wept at tales of innocence distress’d; But when those charms are pass'd, for Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, charms are frail,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the When time advances, and when lovers fail,
330 She then sbines forth, solicitous to bless, Now lost to all; her friends, her virtue fled, In all the glaring impotence of dress: Near her betrayer's door she lays her head, Thus fares the land, by luxury betray'd, And, pinch'd with cold, and sbrinking from In nature's simplest charms at first array'd:
the shower, But verging to decline, its splendours rise, With heavy heart, deplores that luckless Its vistas strike, its palaces surprise;
hour, While, scourged by famine, from the smil When idly first, ambitious of the town, ing land
She left her wheel and robes of country The mournful peasant leads his humble
Do thine, sweet AUBURN, thine, the loveAnd while he sinks, without one arm to save,
liest train, The country blooms-a garden and a grave. Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? Where then, ah! where shall poverty re E'en now, perhaps, by cold and hunger led, side,
At proud men's doors they ask a little To scape the pressure of contiguous pride ?
340 If to some common's fenceless limits Ab, no. To distant climes, a dreary scene, stray'd,
Where half the convex world intrudes be. He drives his flock to pick the scanty blade,
tween, Those fenceless fields the sons of wealth Through torrid tracts with fainting steps divide,
they go, And e'en the bare-worn common is denied. Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe. If to the city sped - What waits him Far different there from all that charm'd
there? To see profusion that he must not share; The various terrors of that horrid shore; To see ten thousand baneful arts com Those blazing suns that darta downward ray, bined
And fiercely shed intolerable day; To pamper luxury, and thin mankind: Those matted woods where birds forget to To see each joy the sons of pleasure know,
sing, Extorted from his fellow-creatures' woe. But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling; 350 Here, while the courtier glitters in brocade, Those poisonous fields with rank luxuriance There the pale artist plies the sickly trade;
crown'd, Here, while the proud their long-drawn | Where the dark scorpion gathers death pomp display,
around: There the black gibbet glooms beside the Where at each step the stranger fears to way;
wake The dome where pleasure holds her mid The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake; night reign,
Where crouching tigers wait their hapless Here, richly deck'd, admits the gorgeous prey, train;
320 And savage men more murderous still than Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing
While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, The rattling chariots clash, the torches Mingling the ravaged landscape with the glare,
skies. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er an- Far different these from every former noy!
scene, Sure these denote one universal joy! | The cooling brook, the grassy vested green,
The breezy covert of the warbling grove, E'en now, methinks, as pondering here I That only shelter'd thefts of harmless love.
stand, Good /eaven! what sorrows gloom'd that I see the rural virtues leave the land. parting day,
Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads That callid them from their native walks the sail, away;
That idly waiting flaps with every gale, 400 When the poor exiles, every pleasure pass'd, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Hung round the bowers, and fondly look'd Pass from the shore,and darken all the strand. their last,
Contented toil, and hospitable care, And took a long farewell, and wish'd in And kind connubial tenderness are there; vain
And piety with wishes placed above, For seats like these beyond the western And steady loyalty, and faithful love. main;
And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, And, shuddering still to face the distant Still first to fly where sensual joys invade, deep,
Unfit in these degenerate times of shame, Return'd and wept, and still return'd to To catch the heart, or strike for honest weep.
410 The good old sire the first prepared to go, Dear charming nymph, neglected and deTo new-found worlds, and wept for others'
My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave. That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears,
me so; The fond companion of his helpless years, Thou guide, by which the nobler arts excel, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well; And left a lover's for her father's arms. Farewell! and Ol where'er thy voice be tried, With louder plaints the mother spoke her On Torno's cliffs, or Pambamarca's side, woes,
Whether where equinoctial fervours glow, And bless'd the cot where every pleasure Or winter wraps the polar world in snow, 420 rose;
- 380 Still let thy voice, prevailing over time, And kiss'd her thoughtless babes with many | Redress the rigours of th’inclement clime; a tear,
Aid slighted Truth with thy persuasive train; And clasp'd them clcse, in sorrow doubly Teach erring man to spurn the rage of gain; dear;
Teach him, that states of native strength Whilst ber fond husband strove to lend possess’d, relief
Though very poor, may still be very bless'd; In all the silent manliness of grief.
That trade's proud empire hastes to swift O luxury! thou cursed by heaven's decree, How ill exchanged are things like these for As ocean sweeps the labour'd mole away; thee !
While self dependent power can time defy,
STANZAS ON WOMAN
And finds too late that men betray,
To hide her shame from every eye,
| My friends, — do they now and then send
A wish or a thought after me?
DER SELKIRK DURING HIS SOLITARY Though a friend I am never to see. 40
How fleet is a glance of the mind !
Compared with the speed of its flight, I am monarch of all I survey,
The tempest itself lags behind, My right there is none to dispute,
And the swift-winged arrows of light. From the centre all round to the sea, When I think of my own native land, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
In a moment I seem to be there; O Solitude! where are the charms
But alas ! recollection at hand
Soon hurries me back to despair.
But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest,
The beast is laid down in his lair, - 50 I am out of humanity's reach,
Even here is a season of rest, I must finish my journey alone,
And I to my cabin repair.
And mercy, encouraging thought !
And reconciles man to his lot.
THE WINTER MORNING WALK In the ways of religion and truth,
A frosty morning — The foddering of cattle – The woodman and his dog --The poultry - Whimsical ef
fects of frost at a waterfall - The Empress of Russia's Religion ! what treasure untold
palace of ice- Amusements of monarchs -- War, one
of them - Wars, whence - And whence monarchy Resides in that heavenly word !
The evils of it - English and French loyalty contrasted More precious than silver and gold,
-The Bastille, and a prisoner there - Liberty the chief Or all that this earth can afford.
recommendation of this country - Modern patriotism
questionable, and why - The perishable nature of the But the sound of the churcb-going bell best human institutions - Spiritual liberty not perishThese valleys and rocks never heard; 30 able --The slavish state of man by nature - Deliver
him, Deist, if you can — Grace must do it-The re. Never sighed at the sound of a knell,
spective merits of patriots and martyrs stated --Their Or smiled when a sabbath appeared. different treatment -Happy freedom of the man whom
grace makes free-His relish of the works of God
Address to the Creator.
'Tis morning; and the sun with ruddy orb Some cordial endearing report
Ascending, fires the horizon : while the Of a land I shall visit no more.