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Such as o'er frigid Tempe wont to wave,
Or Hemus cool, reads what the Muse of these,
Perhaps, has in immortal numbers sung ;
Or what she dictates writes: and, oft an eye
Shot round, rejoices in the vig'rous year.
When Autumn's yellow lustre gilds the world,
And tempts the sickled swain into the field,
Seiz'd by the gen’ral joy, his heart distends
With gentle throes; and, through the tepid gleams
Deep musing, then he best exerts his song.
Ev'n winter wild to him is full of bliss.
The mighty tempest, and the hoary waste,
Abrupt, and deep, stretch'd o'er the buried earth,
Awake to solemu thought. At night the skies,
Disclos’d and kindled by refining frost,
Pour ev'ry lustre on th' exalted eye.
A friend, a book, the stealing hours secure,
And mark them down for wisdom. With swift wing,
O'er land and sea th' imagination roams ;
Or truth, divinely breaking on his mind,
Elates his being, and unfolds his pow'rs;
Or in his breast heroic virtue burns.
The touch of kindred too and love he feels;
The modest eye, whose beams on his alone
Ecstatic shine; the little strong embrace
Of prattling children, twisted round his neck
And emulous to please him, calling forth
The fond parental soul. Nor purpose gay,
Amusement, dance, or song, he sternly scorns ;
For happiness and true philosophy
Are of the social still, and smiling kind.
This is the life which those who fret in guilt,
And guilty cities, never knew; the life
Led by prineval ages, uncorrupt,
When angels dwelt, and God himself, with man.

THOMSON.

CHAP. XXX.

GENIUS.

From Heav'n my strains begin ; from Heav'n descends
The flame of genius to the human breast,
And love, and beauty, and poetic joy,
And inspiration. Ere the radiant Sun.
Sprang from the east, or 'midst the vault of night
The Moon suspended her serener lamp;
Ere mountains, woods, or streams adorn'd the globe,
Or Wisdom taught the sons of men her lore;
Then liv'd th' almighty One ; then, deep retir'd
In his unfathom'd essence, view'd the forms,
The forms eternal of created things;
The radiant sun, tle moon's nocturnal lamp,
The mountains, woods, and streams, the rolling globe,
And Wisdom's mien celestiał. From the first
Of days on them his love divine he fix'd,
His admiration : till in time complete,
What he admir’d, and lov’d, his vital smile
Unfolded into being. Hence the breath
Of life informing each organic frame;
Hence the green earth, and wild resounding waves ;,
Hence light and shade alternate ; warmth and cold;
And clear autumnal skies, and vernal show'rs;
And all the fair variety of things.

But not alike to ev'ry mortal eye
Is this great scene unveild. For since the claims
Of social life to diff'rent labours urge
The active pow'rs of man ; with wise intent
The hand of Nature on peculiar minds
Imprints a diff'rent bias, and to each
Decrees it's province in the common toil.
To some she taught the fabric of the sphere,
The changeful moon, the circuit of the stars,
The golden zones of Heav'n: to some she gave
To weigh the moment of eternal things,
Of time, and space, and fate's unbroken chain;
And will's quick impulse : others by the hand

She led o'er vales and mountains, to explore
What healing virtue swells the tender veins
Of herbs and flow'rs; or what the beams of morn
Draw forth, distilling from the clifted rind
In balmy tears. But some to higher hopes
Were destin'd: some within a finer mould
She wrought and temper'd with a purer flame.
To these the Sire Omnipotent unfolds
The world's harmonious volume, there to read
The transcript of himself. On ev'ry part
They trace the bright impressions of his hand;
In earth, or air, the nieadow's purple stores,
The moon's mild radiance, or the virgin's form
Blooming with rosy smiles, they see portray'd
That uncreated Beauty which delights
The Mind supreme. They also feel her charms,
Enamourd : they partake th' eternal joy.

AKENSIDE

CHAP. XXXI.

GREATNESS.

Say, why was man so eminently rais’d
Amid the vast creation? why ordain'd
Through life and death to dart bis piercing eye,
With thoughts beyond the limits of his frame?
But that th' Omnipotent might send him forth,
In sight of mortal and immortal pow'rs,
As on a boundless theatre, to run
The great career of justice; to exalt
His gen'rous aim to all diviner deeds ;
To chase each partial purpose from his breast;
And through the mists of passion and of sense,
And through the tossing tide of chance and pain; ,
To hold his course unfalt'ring, while the voice
Of Truth and Virtue, up the steep ascent
of Nature, calls him to his high reward,
Th’ applauding smile of Heav'n. Else wherefore burns
In 'mortal bosoms this unquenched hope,
That breathes from day to day sublimer things,

And mocks possession? Wherefore darts the mind,
With such resistless ardour to embrace
Majestic forms ; impatient to be free ;
Spurning the gross control of wilful might;
Proud of the strong contention of her toils ;
Proud to be daring? Who but rather turns
To Heav'n's broad fire his unconstrained view,
Than to the glimm’ring of a waxen flame!
Who that, from Alpine heights, his lab’ring eye
Shoots round the wide horizon, to survey
Nilus, or Ganges, rolling his bright wave
Through mountains, plains, through empires black with

shade,
And continents of sand, will turn his gaze,
To mark the windings of a scanty rill,
That murmurs at his feet? The bigh-born soul
Disdains to rest her Heav'n-aspiring wing
Beneath it's native quarry. Tir’d of earth
And this diurual scene, she springs aloft
Through fields of air ; pursues the flying storm;
Rides on the volley'd lightning through the leav'ns ;
Or yok'd with whirlwinds and the northern blast
Sweeps the long tract of day. Then high she soars
The blue profound, and hov'ring round the Sun,
Beholds him pouring the redundant stream
Of light; beholds his unrelenting sway
Bend the reluctant planets to absolve
The fated rounds of time. Thence far effus'd
She darts her swiftness up the long career
Of devious comets; through it's burning signs,
Exulting, measures the perennial wbeel
Of Nature, and looks back on all the stars,
Whose blended light as with a milky zone
Invests the orient. Now amaz'd she views
Th' empyreal waste, where happy spirits hold,
Beyond this concave Heav'n, their calm abode;
And fields of radiance, whose unfading light
Has travell’d the profound six thousand years,
Nor yet arrives in sight of mortal things.
Ev'n on the barriers of the world untir'd
She meditates th' eternal depth below;

Till, half recoiling, down the headlong steep
She plunges; soon o'erwhelm'd and swallow'd up
In that immense of being. There her hopes
Rest at the fated goal. For from the birth
Of mortal man, the sov'reigu Maker said,
That not in humble nor in brief delight,
Not in the fading echoes of renown,
Pow'r's purple robes, nor Pleasure's flow'ry lap,
The soul should find enjoyment: but from these
Turning disdainful to an equal good,
Through all th' ascent of things enlarge her view,
Till ev'ry bound at length should disappear,
And infinite perfection close the scene. AKENSIDE.

CHAP. XXXII.

NOVELTY

Call now to mind what high capacious pow'rs
Lie folded up in man: how far beyond
The praise of mortals may th' eternal growth
Of nature to perfection half divine
Expand the blooming soul! What pity then
Should slotb's unkindly fogs depress to earth
Her tender blossom, choke the streams of life,
And blast her spring! Far otherwise desiga'd
Almighty Wisdom; Nature's happy cares
Th' obedierit heart far otherwise incline.
Witness the sprightly joy, when aught unknown
Strikes the quick sense, and wakes each active pow'r
To brisker measures : witness the neglect
Of all familiar prospects, though belield
With transport once; the fond attentive gaze
Of

young astonishment; the sober zeal
Of age, commenting on prodigious things.
For such the bounteous providence of Heav'n,
In ev'ry breast implanting this desire
Of objects new and strange, to urge us on,
With unremitted labour to pursue

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