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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 powers ;
Or in his breast heroic virtue burns.
The touch of kindred too and love he feels ;
The modeft eye, whose beams on his alone
Extatic shine; the little strong embrace
Of prattļing children, twin'd around his neck,
And emulous to please him, calling forth
The fond parental soul. Nor purpose gay,
Amusement, dance, or song, he sternly fcorns ;
For happiness and true philosophy
Are of the social, dill, and smiling kind.
This is the life which those who fret in guilt,
And guilty cities, never knew ; the life,
Led by primeval ages, uncorrupt,
When Angels dwelt, and God himself, with Man!


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And love and beauty, and poetic joy
And inspiration. Ere the radiant fun
Sprang from the east, or ʼmid the vault of night
The moon suspended her serener lamp ;
Ere mountains, woods, or Atreams adorn'd the globe,

Or wisdom taught the fons of men het tore;
Then liv'd th' almighty ONB: thien-deep retir'd
In his unfathom'd effence, view do the forms,
The forms eternal of created things';
The radiant sun, the-moon's nocturnal lamp,
The mountains, woods and streams, the rolling globe,
And wisdom's mien celeftial. From the first
Of days, on them his love divine he fix'd,
His admiration : till in time compleat,
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-thade alternate; warmth and cold;
And clear autumnalilkies and vernal show'rs;
And all the fair variety of things.

But not alike to every mortal eye
Is this great scene unveil'd. For-since the claims
Qf social life, to diffrent-labours, urge
The active pow’rs of man; with wise intent
The hand of nature on peculiarsminds..
Imprints a different bias, and to each
Decrees its province in the common toit.
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 impulses others, by the hand
She led o'er vales and mountains, to explore
What healing virtue (wells the tender veinsi


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Of herbs and flow'rs; or what the beams of morn
Draw forth, distilling from the clifted rind
In balmy tears. But fome, to higher hopes
Were destin'd; some within a finer mould
She wrought, and temper?d with a purer flame.
To these the Șire Omnipotent unfolds
The world's harmonious volume, there to read
The transcript of himself. On every part
They trace the bright impresions of his hand;
In earth, or air, the meadow's purple stores,
The moon's mild radiance, or the virgin's form
Blooming with rofy smiles, they see pourtray'd
That uncreated beauty, which delights

!: The Mind fupreme. They also feel her charms, Enamour'd; they partake th' eternal joy.


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AY, why was man fo eminently rais'd

Amid the vast creation ; why ordain'd
Thro' life and death to dart his piercing eye,
With thoughts beyond the limit of his frame;
But that th' Omnipotent might send him forth
In light 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 chafe each partial purpofe from his breast;
And thro' the mifts of passion and of sense,
And thro' the tossing tide of chance and pain,


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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 bofoms this unquencked hope, That breathes from day to day sublimer things, And mocks poffeffion? Wherefore darts the mind, With such refiftless ardoar to embrace Majestic forms; impatient to be free, Spurning the gross controul 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 glimmering of a waxen flame? Who that, from Alpine heights, his lab'ring eye Shoots round the wide horizon, to survey Nilus or Ganges rowling his bright wave Thro' mountains, plains, thro'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 high-born fou! Disdains to rest her heav'n-aspiring wing Beneath its native quarry. Tird of earth . And this diurnal scene, the springs aloft Thro' fields of air; pursues the flying storm; Rides on the volley'd lightning thro' the heav'ns; Or yok'd with whirlwinds and the northern blast, Sweeps the long tract of day. Then high the foars The blue profound, and hovering round the sun Beholds him pouring the redundant stream Of light; beholds his unrelenting sway Band the reluctant planets to absolve


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The fated rounds of time. Thence far effus'd:
She darts her swiftness up the long career
Of devious comets; thro' its burning signs
Exulting measures the perennial wheel
Of nature, and looks back on all the ftars,
Whose blended light, as with a milky zone,
Invests the orient. Now amaz'd she views
'Th'empyreal waste, where happy fpirits hold,
Beyond this concave heav'n, their calm abode;
And fields of radiance, whose unfading light
Has travell’d the profound fix thousand years,
Nor yet arrives in light 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 sleep
She plunges; foon o'erwhelm'd and swallow'd ap
In that immense of being. There her hopes
Reft at the fated goal. For from the birth
Of mortal man, the fovereign 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 How'ry. lape
The foul should find enjoyment: but from these
Turning disdainful to an equal good,
Thro' all th' ascent of things enlarge her view,
Till every bound at length should disappear,
And infinite perfection close the scene.



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