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Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part,
As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart ;
As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns,
As the rapt seraph that adores and burns:
To Him no high, no low, no great, no small ;
He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.

Cease, then, nor order imperfection name:
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
Know thy own point: this kind, this degree
Of blindness, weakness, Heaven bestows on thee.
Submit. - In this, or any other sphere,
Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear:
Safe in the hand of one disposing Power,
Or in the natal, or the mortal hour,
All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee;
All Chance, Direction, which thou can'st not see ;
All Discord, Harmony not understood ;
All partial Evil, universal Good.
And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite,
One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.

LESSON 101.

274. 1. Render the following Extract into correct Prose, according to Directions No. 241.

2. Give an Analysis with Remarks on the leading topics and arguments, according to No. 242.

3. Observations on the Figures of Speech, Epithets, and instances of Poetical License, according to No. 242.

275. VIRTUE ALONE TRUE HAPPINESS. Know then this truth (enough for man to know), “Virtue alone is happiness below.”

The only point where human bliss stands still,
And tastes the good without the fall to ill;
Where only merit constant pay receives,
Is blest in what it takes, and what it gives;
The joy unequalled, if its end it gain,
And if it lose, attended with no pain :
Without satiety, though e'er so blest,
And but more relished as the more distressed :
The broadest mirth unfeeling folly wears,
Less pleasing far than Virtue's very tears :
Good, from each object, from each place acquired,
For ever exercised, yet never tired ;
Never elated, while one man's oppressid ;
Never dejected, while another's blest ;
And where no wants, no wishes can remain,
Since but to wish more virtue, is to gain.

See the sole bliss Heaven could on all bestow !
Which who but feels can taste, but thinks can know :
Yet poor with fortune, and with learning blind,
The bad must miss; the good, untaught, will find ;
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
But looks through Nature, up to Nature's God ;
Pursues that chain which links th' immense design,
Joins Heaven and Earth, and mortal and divine ;
Sees, that no being any bliss can know,
But touches some above, and some below;
Learns from this union of the rising whole
The first, last purpose of the human soul ;
And knows where faith, law, morals, all began,
All end in love of God, and love of man.
For him alone, Hope leads from goal to goal,
And opens still, and opens on his soul :
Till lengthen'd on to Faith, and unconfin'd,
It pours the bliss that fills up all the minib,

LESSON 102. 276. 1. Render the following Extract into correct Prose, according to Directions No. 241.

2. Give an Analysis with Remarks on the leading topics and arguments, according to No. 242.

3. Observations on the Figures of Speech, Epithets, and instances of Poetical License, according to No. 242.

277. THE HOMES OF ENGLAND.
1. The stately homes of England,

How beautiful they stand ;
Amidst their tall ancestral trees,

O'er all the pleasant land.
The deer across their greensward bound

Through shade and sunny gleam,
And the swan glides past them, with the sound

Of some rejoicing stream.
2. The merry homes of England !

Around their hearths by night
What gladsome laoks of household love

Meet in the ruddy light!
There woman's voice flows forth in song,

Or childhood's tale is told,
Or lips move tunefully along

Some glorious page of old.
3. The blessed homes of England !

How softly on their bowers
Is laid the holy quietness

That breathes from Sabbath-hours !
Solemn, yet sweet, the church-bells' chime

Floats through their woods at morn;
All other sounds in that still time

Of breeze and leaf are born.

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4. The cottage homes of England !

By thousands on her plains,
They are smiling o'er the silvery brooke,

And round the hamlet fanes.
Through glowing orchards forth they peep,

Each from its nook of leaves,
And fearless there the lowly sleep,

As the bird beneath their eaves.

5. The free, fair homes of England !

Long, long, in hut and hall,
May hearts of native proof be reared

To guard each hallowed wall !
And green for ever be the groves,

And bright the flowery sod,
Where first the child's glad spirit loves

Its country and its God.

LESSON 103.

278. 1. Render the following Extract into correct Prose, according to Directions No. 241.

2. Give an Analysis with Remarks on the leading topics and arguments, according to No. 242.

3. Observations on the Figures of Speech, Epithets, and instances of Poetical License, according to No. 242.

279. GENIUS COLLECTING HIS STORES.

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By these mysterious ties the busy power
Of Memory her ideal train preserves
Entire; or when they would elude her watch,
Reclaims their fleeting footsteps from the waste
Of dark oblivion ; thus collecting all
The various forms of being to present,

Before the curious aim of mimic Art,
Their largest choice ; like spring's unfolded blooms
Exhaling sweetness, that the skilful bee
May taste at will, from their selected spoils
To work her dulcet food. — Thus, at length
Endow'd with all that Nature can bestow,
The child of Fancy oft in silence bends
O'er these mixt treasures of his pregnant breast
With conscious pride. From them he oft resolves
To frame hc knows not what excelling things;
And win he knows not what sublime reward
Of praise and wonder. By degrees, the mind
Feels her young nerves dilate : the plastic powers
Labour for action : blind emotions heave
His bosom, and with loveliest frenzy caught,
From Earth to Heaven he rolls his daring eye,
From Heaven to Earth. Anon ten thousand shapes,
Like spectres trooping to the wizard's call,
Flit swift before him. From the omb of Earth,
From Ocean's bed they come; the eternal Heavens
Disclose their splendours, and the dark Abyss
Pours out her births unknown. With fixed gaze
He marks the rising phantoms. Now compares
Their different forms; now blends them, now divides,
Enlarges, and extenuates by turns;
Opposes, ranges in fantastic bands, .
And infinitely varies. Hither now,
Now thither fluctuates his inconstant aim,
With endless choice perplexed. At length his plan
Begins to open. Lucid order dawns ;
And as from Chaos old the jarring seeds
Of Nature at the voice divine repaired
Each to its place, till rosy Earth unveil'd
Her fragrant bosom, and the joyful Sun
Sprung up the blue serene ; by swift degrees
Thus disentangled, his entire design

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