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And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar, Whoshake th'astonish'd world, lift high toheav'n Th’impetuoussong, and say from whom you rage His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye tremblingrills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound: Ye softer floods that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roaring fall. Sorollyour incense, herbs,and fruits]and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. Ye forests bend, ye harvests wave to Him; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heav'n, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day! blest image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On nature write with every beam his praise. The thunder rolls' be hush'd the prostrate world; While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. Bleat out afresh, ye hills; ye mossy rocks, aim the sound: the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise; for the Great Shepherd reigns; And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come. . Ye woodlands, all awake : a boundless song Burst from the groves! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela, charm The listeningshades,andteach the nighthis praise. Ye chief for whom the whole creation smiles; At once the head, the heart, the tongue of all, Crown the great hymn ! In swarming cities vast, Assembled men to the deep organ join The long resounding voice, oft breaking clear, At solemn pauses, thro' the swelling base; And as each Iningling flame increases each, In one united ardor rise to heav'n. Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove : There let the shepherd's flute the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poets lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows; the Summer ray Russets the plain; inspiring Autumn gleams; Or Winter rises in the blackening east: Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate countnand me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full;

And where He vital spreads, there must be joy.

When even at last the solemn hour shall come,
And wing my mystic flight to future worlds,

I jo lobey; there, with new powers,
Will rising wonders sing: I cannot go
Where universal love not smiles around,
Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns:
From seeming evil still adducing good,
Aud letter thence again, and letter still,
In infinite progression.—But I lose
Myself in Him, in light ineffable I
Come then, expressive silence, muse his praise.

§ 31. Hymn to Humanity. Langhorne.

t PARENt of virtue, if thine ear Attend not now to sorrow's cry; If now the pity-streaming tear Should haply on thy cheek be dry : Indulge my votive strain, O sweet humanity!

Come, ever welcome to my breast!
A tender, but a cheerful guest. '.
Norakways in the gloomy cell
Of life-consuming sorrow dwell;
For sorrow, long-indrilg'd and slow,
Is to Humanity a foe ;
And grief, that makes the heart its prey,
Wears Sensibility away, -
Then comes, sweet nymph, instead of thee,
The gloomy fiend, Stupidity.

3. O may that fiend be banished far, Though passions hold eternal war ! Nor ever let me cease to know The pulse that throbs at joy or woe. Nor let my vacant cheek be dry, When sorrow fills a brother's eye; Nor may the tear that frequent flows From private or from social woes, Eer make this pleasing sense depart, Ye Cares, O harden not my heart!

If the fair star of fortune smile,
Let not its flattering power beguile;
Nor, borne along the fav'ring tide,
My full sails swell with bloating pride.
Let me from wealth but hope content,
Remembering still it was but lent;
To modest merit spread my store,
Unbar my hospitable door;
Nor feed, for pomp, an idle train,
While want unpitied pines in vain.

5.
If Heaven, in every purpose wise,
The envied lot of wealth denies;
If doom'd to drag life's painful load
Through poverty's uneven road,
And, for the due bread of the day,
Destin'd to toil as well as pray;
To thee, Humanity, still true,
I'll wish the good } cannot do;
And give the wretch, that passes by,
A soothing word—a tear-a sigh. -
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Beyond its sphere shall human wisdom go,
And boldly censure what it cannot know?
'Tis ours to cherish what Heav'n deign'd to give,
And thankful for the gift of being live.
Progressive powers, and faculties that rise
From earth's low vale, to grasp the golden skies,
Though distant far from perfect, good, or fair,
Clain the due thought, and ask the grateful
cate.
Come, them, thoupartner of my life and name,
Froin one dear source, whom Nature form'd the

same, Ally'd more nearly in each nobler part, And more the friend, than brother of my heart! Let us, unlike the lucid twins that rise At different times, and shine in distant skies, With mutual eye this mental world survey, Mark the slow rise of intellectual day, View reason's source, if man the source may find, And trace each Science that exalts the unind. “Thou self-appointed lord of all below ! Ambitious man, how little dost thou know? For once let Fancy's towering thoughts subside, Look on thy birth, and mortify thy pride! A plaintive wretch, so blind, so helpless born, The brute sagacious might behold with scorn. How soon, when Nature gives him to the day, In strength exulting, doe: he bound ". By instinct led, the fostering teat he finds, N. in the ray, and shuns ūe searching winds. No grief he knows, he feels no groundless fear, Feeds without cries, and sleeps without a tear. Did he but know to reason and compare, See here the vassal, and the master there, What strange reflections must the scene afford, That shew’īthe weakness of his puling Lord!" Thus sophistry unfolds her specious plan, Form'd not to humble, but depreciate man. Unjust the censure, if unjust to rate His pow'rs and merits from his infant-state. For, grant the children of the flow'ry vale By instinct wiser, and of limbs more hale, With equal eye their perfect state explore, And all the vain comparison's no more. “But why should life, so short by Heav'n ordain'd, Belong to thoughtless infancy restrain’d— To thoughtless infancy, or vainly sage, Mourn through the languors of declining age?" O blind to truth ! to Nature's wisdom blind!, And all that she directs, or Heav'n design'd : Behold her works in cities, plains and groves, Qr life that vegetates, and life that moves! In due proportion, as each being stays In perfect life, it rises and decays Is man long helpless? Through each tendar hour, See love parental watch the blooming flow'r? By op'ning charms, by beauties fresh display'd, And sweets unfolding, see that love repaid! Has age its pains? For luxury it may — The temp'rate wear insensibly away, While sage experience and reflection clear Beam a gay sunshine on life's fading year. C But But see from age, from infant weakness see, That man was destin'd for society; There from those ills a safe retreat behold, Which young might vanquish, or afflict him old.

“That, in proportion as each being stays In perfect life, it rises and decays— Is Nature's law—to forms alone confin'd, The laws of matter act not on the Mind. * Too feebly, sure, its faculties must grow, And Reason brings her borrow'd light too slow." O! still censorious? art thou then possest Of reason's power, and does she rule thy breast : Say what the use—had Providence assign'd To insant years maturity of mind? That thy pert offspring, as their father wise, Mightscorn thy precepts, and thypow'r despise: Or mourn, with ill-match'd faculties at strife, Q'er limbs unequal to the task of life? To feel more sensibly the woes that wait On every period, as on every state; And slight, sad convicts of each painful truth, The happier trifles of unthinking youth : Conclude we then the progress of the mind Ordain'd by wisdom infinitely kind: No innate $o. on the soul imprest, No birthright instinct acting in the breast, No natal light, no beam from Heav'n display'd, I}art through the darkness of the mental shade. Perceptive powers we hold from Heav'n's decree, Alike to knowledge as to virtue frce, In both a liberal agency we bear, The moral here, the intellectual there; And hence in both an equal joy is known, The conscious pleasure of an act our own. When first the trembling eye receives the day, Fxternal forms on young perception play; External forms afiect the mind alone, Their diff'rent pow'rs and properties unknown. See the pleas'd infant court the flaming brand, Eager to grasp the glory in its hand! The crystal wave as eager to pervade, Stretch its fond arms to meet the smiling shade: When Memory's call the mimic words obey, And wing the thought that falters on its way; When wise experience her slow verdict draws, The sure effect exploring in the Cause, In Nature's rude, |. not unfruitful wild, . Reflection springs, and Reason is her child. On her fair stock the blooming scyon grows, And brighter through revolving seasons blows. All beauteous flower! immortal shalt thou shine, When dimi with age you golden orbs decline; Thy orient bloom, unconscious of decay, Shall spread, and flourish in eternal day. O! with what art, my friend, what early care, Should wisdom cultivate a plant so fair! How should her eye the rip'ning mind revise, And blast the buds of folly as they rise! How should her hand with industry restrain The thriving growth of passion's frnitful train, Aspiring weeds, whose lofty arms would tow'r

From low pursuits the ductile mind to save, Creeds that contract, and vices that enslave; O'er life's rough seas its doubtful course to steer, Unbroke by as ‘rice, bigotry, or fear ! For this fair Science spreads her light afar, And fills the bright urn of her eastern star. The liberal power in no sequester'd cells, No moonshine-courts of drearning schoolmen dwells; Distinguish'd far her lofty tample stands, Where the tall mountain looks o'er distant lands, All round her throne the graceful arts appear, That boast the empire of the eye or ear See favour'd first, and nearest to the throne By the rapt mien of musing Silence known, Fled from herself, the Pow'r of Numbers plac'd, Her wild thoughts watch'd by Harmony and Taste. There (but at distance never meant to vie), The full-form'd image glancing on her eye, See lively Painting! on her various face, joi. forms a moment find a place; She looks, she acts the character she gives, And a new feature in each feature lives. See Atticease in Sculpture's graceful air, Half io9sc her robe, and half unbound her hair; To life, to life, she smiling seems to call, And down her fair hands negligently fall. Last, but not meanest, of the four choir, See Music, list'ning to an angel's lyre. Simplicity, their beauteous handmaid, drest By Nature, bears a field-flower on her breast. O Arts divine! O magic Powers that move The springs of truth, enlarging truth and love! Lost if their charms each mean attachment ends, And Taste and Knowledge thus are Virtue's friends. Thus nature feigns to sympathize with art, And leads the moral beauty to the heart; There, only there, that strong attraction lies, Which makes the soul, and bids her graces rise, Lives in those powers of harmony that bind Congenial hearts, and stretch from mind to mind: Glow'd in that warmth, that social kindness gave,

|Which once—the rest is silence and the grave.

O tears, that warm from wounded friendship
flow !

O thoughts, that wake to monuments of woe:
Reflection keen, that points the painful dart;
Mem'ry, that speeds its passage to the heart;
Sad monitors, your so power suspend,
And hide, for ever hide, the buried friend:
— In vain—confest I see my Craufurd stand,
And the pensalls—falls fron my trembling hand;
E'en death's dim shadow seeks to hide, in vain,
That lib'ral aspect, and that smile humane;
Een Death's dim shadow wears a languid light,
And his eye beams through everlasting night.

Till the last sigh of Genius shall expire,
His keen eve faded, and extinct his fire,
Till time, in league with Envy and with Death,
Blast the skill'd hand,and stop the tuneful breath,

with fatal shade o'er reason's tender flow'r?

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§ 35. Messiah, a Sacred Eclogue. Pope. YE Nymphs of Solyma! begin the song; To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong. The mossy fountains and the sylvan shades, The dreams of Pindus and the Aonian inaids, Delight no more...— O Thou my voice inspire, Who touch'd Isaiah's hallowed lips with fire! Rapt into future times, the bard begun: A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son! From Jesse's root behold a branch arise, Whose sacred flow'r with fragrance fills theskies; Th’ethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall móve; And on its top descends the mystic 1)ove. Ye heav'ns! from high the dewy nectar pour, And in soft silence shed the kindly show'r? The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid, From storms a shelter, and from heat a shade. All crimes shall cease, and antient fraud shall fail, Returning Justice lift aloft her scale; Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend, And white rob’d Innocence from heav'n descend. Swift fly the years, and rise th' expected morn! Oh spring to light auspicious Babe, be born See Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, With all the incense of the breathing spring: See lofty Lebanon his head advance, See nodding forests on the mountains dance; See spicy clouds from lowly Saron rise, And Carmel's flow'ry top perfulnes the skies! Hark! a glad voice the o, desert cheers; Brepare the way! a God, a God appears! A God, a God'; the vocal hills reply: The rocks proclaim th' approaching Deity. Lo, earth receives him from the bending skies! Sink down, ye mountaius, and, i. vallies, rise 1 With heads declin'd, ye cedars, homage pay; Be smooth, ye rocks; ye rapid floods, give way! The Saviour comes! by antient bards foretold; Hear him, ye deaf, and, all ye blind behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day: 'Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound i. clear, And bid new music charm th’ unfolding ear; The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting, like the bounding roe. No sigh, no murmur, the wide world shall hear: From ev'ry face he wipes off ev'ry tear. In adamantine chains shall death be bound, And hell's grion tyrant feel th' eternal wound. As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care, Seeks freshest pasture, and the purest air, Explores the lost, the wand'ring sheep directs, By day o'ersees them, and by night protects; #. tender lambs he raises in his arms, Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms; Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage, The promis'd Father of the future age. No more shall nation against nation rise, Nor ardent wartiors meet with hateful eves, Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er, The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more; But useless lances into scythes shall bend,

And the broad faulchion in a plough-share end. C 2 Then

Then palaces shall rise: the joyful son
Shall finish what his short-liv'd sure begun:
Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield,
And the same hand that sow'd, shall reap the field.
The swain in barren desaris, with surprise,
Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ;
And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear
New falls of watcr nurunuring in his car.
()n rifted rocks the dragon's late abodes,
The green reed trembies, and the bulrush hols,
Waste sandy valleys, once perplex'd with thorn,
The spiry fir and shapely box adoru:
To leafless shrubs the flow'ring palms succeed
And od’rous myrtle to the not one weed. [mead,
The lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant
And boys in flow'ry ban's the tiger lead;
The steer and lion at one crib shall meet,
And harmless serpents hick the pilgrim's feet.
The smiling infant in his hand shall take
The crested basilisk and speckled snake,
Pleas'd the green lustre of their scales survey,
And with their forky tongue shall innocently play.
Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise!
Exalt thy tow'ry head, and lift thy eyes;
See a long race thy spacious courts adorn;
See future sons and daughters, yet unborn,
In crowding ranks on ev'ry side arise,
I)emanding life, impatient for the skies!
See barb'rous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend;
See thybright altars throng'd with prostratekings,
And heap'd with products of Sabean springs!
For thee Idume's spicy forests blow,
And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow.
See heav'n its sparkling portals wide display,
And break upon thee in a flood of day.
No more the rising sun shall gild the morn,
Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her silver horn,
But lost, dissolv’d in thy superior rays,
One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze,
O'erflow thy courts: the Light himself shallshine
Reveal’d, and God's eternal day be thine!
The seas shall waste, the skies in sinoke decay,
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains nuclt away;
But fix’d his word, his saving pow'r remains:
Toy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah reigns!

§ 36. The Prize of Jirtue. Pope.

WHAT nothing earthly gives or can destroy, The soul's calin sunshine, and the heart-felt

OY, ls via". prize: a better would you fix * Then give II unility a coacil-and-six . Justice a conqueror's sworl, or Ti ath a gown, Or Public Spirit its great cure, a crown. Weak, foolish Mian will leav'n reward us there With the same trash mad mortals wish for here? The bow and unan an individual makes, Yet sigh'st thou now for apples &nd for cakes? Go, like the Indian, in another life . foxpect thy dog, thy bottle, and thy wife! As well as dream such trifies are assign'd, As toys and campires for a god.ike mind;

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