BOOK Vİ. THE WINTER WALK AT NOON. ARGUMENT:-Bells at a distance, 1-Their effect, 6-A fine noon in winter, 57-A sheltered walk, 72-Meditation better than books, 84Our familiarity with the course of nature makes it appear less wonderful than it is, 118-The transformation that spring effects in a shrubbery described, 140—A mistake concerning the course of nature corrected, 198-God maintains it by an unremitted act, 221-The amusements fashionable at this hour of the day reproved, 262-Animals happy, a delightful sight, 321-Origin of cruelty to animals, 348-That it is a great crime, proved from Scripture, 459-That proof illustrated by a tale, 483-A line drawn between the lawful and unlawful destruction of them, 560-Their good and useful properties insisted on, 601-Apology for the encomiums bestowed by the author on animals, 621-Instances of man's extravagant praise of man, 632-The groans of the creation shall have an end, 729-A view taken of the restoration of all things, 747-An invocation and an invitation of Him who shall bring it to pass, 818-The retired man vindicated from the charge of uselessness, 906--Conclusion, 995. THERE is in souls a sympathy with sounds, In cadence sweet, now dying all away, 5 Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept. Wherever I have heard ΙΟ A kindred melody, the scene recurs, 15 20 25 30 When most severe, and mustering all its force, Whose favour, like the clouds of spring, might lower, And utter now and then an awful voice, But had a blessing in its darkest frown, 35 Threatening at once and nourishing the plant. That reared us. At a thoughtless age, allured 40 45 50 Till time has stolen away the slighted good, And makes the world the wilderness it is. 55 The night was winter in his roughest mood; The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast 60 And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below. Again the harmony comes o'er the vale, 65 And through the trees I view the embattled tower The soothing influence of the wafted strains, The walk, still verdant, under oaks and elms, 70 The frequent flakes, has kept a path for me. 1 No noise is here, or none that hinders thought. The redbreast warbles still, but is content 75 With slender notes, and more than half suppressed: From spray to spray, where'er he rests he shakes 80 From many a twig the pendent drops of ice, That tinkle in the withered leaves below. Stillness, accompanied with sounds so soft, Charms more than silence. Meditation here May think down hours to moments. Here the heart 85 May give a useful lesson to the head, And Learning wiser grow without his books. Knowledge and Wisdom, far from being one, Have ofttimes no connexion. Knowledge dwells The mere materials with which Wisdom builds, Surrender judgment hoodwinked. Some the style While sloth seduces more, too weak to bear 105 The insupportable fatigue of thought, And swallowing therefore without pause or choice But trees, and rivulets whose rapid course And sheepwalks populous with bleating lambs, Peeps through the moss that clothes the hawthorn root, Deceive no student. Wisdom there, and Truth, Not shy as in the world, and to be won 115 The roving thought, and fix it on themselves. Familiar with the effect we slight the cause, 120 See naught to wonder at. Should God again, 125 Of the undeviating and punctual sun, How would the world admire! But speaks it less . An agency divine, to make him know His moment when to sink and when to rise, So duly, all is miracle in vain. 130 Where now the vital energy that moved, While summer was, the pure and subtle lymph 135 Of leaf and flower? It sleeps; and the icy touch A cold stagnation on the intestine tide. But let the months go round, a few short months, 140 Barren as lances, among which the wind Shall put their graceful foliage on again, And more aspiring, and with ampler spread, 145 Shall boast new charms, and more than they have lost. Then each in its peculiar honours clad, Shall publish, even to the distant eye, Its family and tribe. Laburnum, rich In streaming gold; Syringa, ivory pure; 150 The scentless and the scented Rose, this red, And of an humbler growth, the other tall, Of neighbouring Cypress, or more sable Yew, Her silver globes, light as the foamy surf, 155 The Lilac, various in array, now white, Now sanguine, and her beauteous head now set Studious of ornament, yet unresolved 160 Which hue she most approved, she chose them all; Copious of flowers the Woodbine, pale and wan, But well compensating her sickly looks With never cloying odours, early and late; |