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Infatuates, and through labyrinths and wilds
Of error, leads them by a tune entranc'd.
While sloth seduces inore, too weak to bear -
The unsupportable fatigue of thought,
And swallowing therefore, without pause or choice,
The total grist unfifted, husks and all.
But trees and rivulets, whose rapid course
Defies the check of winter, haunts of deer,
And sheep-walks populous with bleating lambs,
And lanes, in which the primrose, ere her time,
Peeps th: ough the niofs that cloaths the hawthorn root,
Deceive no student. Wisdom there, and truth,
Not shy as in the world, and to be won,
By Now solicitation, seize at once
The roving thought, and fix it on themselves.
What prodigies can pow'r divine perform
More grand, than it produces year by year,
And all in sight of inattentive man?
Familiar with th' effect, we flight the cause,
And in the constancy of nature's course,
The regular return of genial months,
And renovation of a faded world,
See rought to wonder at. Should God again,
As once in Gibeon, interrupt the race
Of the undeviating and punctual fun,
How would the world admire ! but speaks it less
agency divine, to make him know
His moment when to sink, and when to rise,
Age after age, than to arrest his course?
All we behold is miracle, but feen
So duly, all is miracle in vain.
Where now the vital energy that mov'd,
While summer was, that pure and subtle lymphy:
Through th' imperceptible mæand'ring veins
Of leaf and flow'r? It fleeps; and th' icy touch
Of unprolific winter, has imprefs'd
A cold stagnation on th' intestine tide.
But let the months go round, a few short months,
And all shall be restor’d. These naked shoots,
Barren as lances, among which the wind
Makes wintry music, sighing as it goes,
Shall put their graceful foliage on again,
And more aspiring, and with ampler fpread,
Shall boaft new charms, and more than they have lofti
Then, each in its peculiar honors clad,
Shall publish, even to the diftant eye,
Its family and tribe. Laburnum rich
In streaming gold; fyringa iv'ry pure,
The fcented, and the scentless role ; this red,
And of an humbler growth, the * other tall,
And growing up into the darkest gloom
Of neigh'bring cypress, or more fable yew,
Her filver globes, light as the foamy surf,
That the wind fevers from the broken wave.
The lilac, various in array, now white,
Now fanguine, and her beauteous head now set
With purple spikes pyramidial, as if
Studious of ornament, yet unresolv’d.
Which * The Guelder-rose
Which hue lhe most approv'd, the chose them all.
Copious of flow?rs the woodbine, pale and wan,
But well compensating their fickly looks,
With never-cloying odours, early and late.
Hypericum all bloom, so thick a swarm
Of flow'rs, like Alies, cloathing her sender rods,
That scarce a leaf appears. Mezerion too,
Though leaflefs, well attir'd, and thick befet
With bluthing wreaths investing ev'ry spray.
Althæa, with the purple eye, the broom,
Yellow and bright, as bullion unalloy'd,
Her blossoms, and luxuriant above all,
The jasmine, throwing wide her elegant sweets,
The deep dark green, of whofe unvarnish'd leaf
Makes more conspicuous, and illumines more,
The bright profufion of her scatter'd stars.-
These have been, and these shall be in their day,
And all this uniform uncolour'd scene
Shall be dismantled uf its Aeecy load,
And flush into variety again.
From dearth to plenty, and from death to life,
Is. Nature's progress, when she leetures man
In heav'nly. truth ; evincing, as she makes
The grand transition, that there lives, and works,
A soul in all things, and that soul is God.
The beauties of the wilderness are his,
That make so gay the folitary place,
Where no eye sees them. And the fairer forms,
That cultivation glories in, are his.
He sets the bright procellion on its way.
And marshals all the order of the year.
He marks the bounds which winter may not pass,
And blunts his pointed fury. In its cafe,
Russet and rude, folds up the tender germ
Uninjur’d, with inimitable art,
Andere one flow'ry season fades and dies,
Designs the blooming wonders of the next.
Some fay, that in the origin of things,
When all creation started into birth,
The infant elements receiv'd a law,
From which they swerve not fince. That under force
Of that controuling ordinance they move,
And-need not his immediate hand, who first
Prescrib’d their course, to regulate it now.
Thus dream they, and contrive to save a God
The encumbrance of his own concerns, and spare
The great artificer of all that moves
The stress of a continual act, the pain
Of unremitted vigilance and care,
As too laborious and revere a talk.
So man, the moth, is not afraid, it seems,
To fpan Omnipotence, and measure might
That knows no measure, by the fcanty rule
And standard of his own, that is to-day,
And is not, ere to-morrow's sun down.
But how should matter occupy a charge
Dull as it is, and satisfy a law
So vast in its demands, unless impellid
To ceaseless service, by a ceaseless force,
And under pressure of some conscious cause?
The Lord of all, himself through all diffus'd,
Sustains, and is the life of all that lives.
Nature is but a name for an effect,
Whose cause is God. He feeds the secret fire,
By which the mighty process is maintain'd,
Who sleeps not, is not weary ; in whose fight,
Slow-circling ages are as transient days ;
Whofe work is without labor, whose designs
No flaw deforms, no difficulty thwarts,
And whose beneficence no charge exhausts.
Him blind antiquity profan'd, not serv'd,
With felf-taught rites, and under various names,
Female and male, Pomona, Pales, Pan,
And Flora, and Vertumnus; peopling earth,
With tutelary godesses and gods
That were not, and commending, as they would,
To each some province, garden, field, or grove.
But all are under one. One spirit-His,
Who bore the platted thorns, with bleeding brows,
Rules universal nature. Not a flow'r,
But shows fome touch in freckle, streak, or stain,
Of his unrivall'd pencil. He inspires
Their balmy odors, and imparts their hues,
And bathes their eyes with nectar, and includes
In grains, as countless as the fea-side sands,
The forms with which he sprinkles all the earth.
Happy, who walks with him! whom, what he finds
Of flavour, or of scent, in fruit or flow'r,
Or what he views of beautiful or grand