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“ On Contemplation, or the hallow'd ear Of Poet, swelling to seraphic strain."

And art thou, STANLEY*, of that facred band? Alas, for us too soon! Tho'rais'd above The reach of human pain, above the flight Of human joy; yet, with a mingled ray Of fadly pleas'd remembrance, muft thou feel A mother's love, a mother's tender woe : Who seeks thee still, in many a former scene; Seeks thy fair form, thy lovely beaming eyes, Thy pleasing converse, by gay lively sense Inspir’d; where moral wisdom mildly shone, Without the toil of art; and virtue glow'd, In all her smiles, without forbidding pride. But, thou best of parents! wipe thy tears ; Or rather to PARENTAL Nature pay The tears of grateful joy, who for a while Lent thee this younger self, this opening bloom Of thy enlightened mind and gentle worth. Believe the Muse: the wintry blast of death Kills not the buds of virtue ; no, they spread,

* A young lady, well known to the author, who died at the age of eighteen, in the year 1738.

Beneath the heavenly beam of brighter suns,
Thro' endless ages, into higher powers.

Thus up the mount, in airy vifion rapt,
I stray, regardless whither; till the found
Of a near fall of water every sense
Wakes from the charm of thought: swift-shrinking back,
I check my steps, and view the broken scene.

Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood Rolls fair, and placid; where collected all, In one impetuous torrent, down the steep It thundering shoots, and shakes the country round. At first, an azure sheet, it rushes broad; Then whitening by degrees, as prone it falls, And from the loud-resounding rocks below Dash'd in a cloud of foam, it sends aloft A hoary mist, and forms a ceaseless shower, Nor can the tortur'd wave here find repose: But, raging still amid the shaggy rocks, Now flashes o'er the scatter'd fragments, now Allant the hollow channel rapid darts ; And falling fast from gradual Nope to slope, With wild infracted course, and lessened roar, It gains a safer bed, and steals, at last, Along the mazes of the quiet vale,

Invited from the cliff, to whose dark brow
He clings, the steep-afcending eagle foars,
With upward pinions thro' the flood of day;
And, giving full his bosom to the blaze,
Gains on the sun ; while all the tuneful race,
Smit by amictive noon, disorder'd droop,
Deep in the thicket; or, from bower to bower
Responsive, force an interrupted strain.
The stock-dove only thro' the forest cooes,
Mournfully hoarse; oft ceafing from his plaint,
Short interval of weary woe! again
The sad idea of his murder'd mate,
Struck from his fide by favage fowler's guile,
Across his fancy comes; and then resounds
A louder song of sorrow thro' the grove.

Beside the dewy border let me sit,
All in the freshness of the humid air ;
There in that hollowed rock, grotesque and wild,
An ample chair moss-lin'd, and over head
By flowering umbrage shaded; where the bee
Strays diligent, and with th' extracted balm
Of fragrant woodbine loads his little thigh.

Now, while I taste the sweetness of the shade, While Nature lies around deep-lull'd in Noon, Now come, bold Fancy, spread a daring flight,

are cool.

And view the wonders of the torrid Zone :
Climes unrelenting! with whole rage comparid,
Yon blaze is feeble, and


skies See, how at once the bright-effulgent sun, Rifing direct, swift chases from the sky The short-liv'd twilight; and with ardent blaze Looks gaily fierce thro' all the dazzling air: He mounts his throne ; but kind before him sends, Issuing from out the portals of the morn, The general Breeze*, to mitigate his fire, And breathe refreshment on a fainting world. Great are the scenes, with dreadful beauty crown'd And barbarous wealth, that see, each circling year, Returning funs and double seasons † pass : Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, That on the high equator ridgy rise, Whence many a bursting stream auriferous plays : Majestic woods, of every vigorous green,

* Which blows constantly between the tropics from the east, or the collateral points, the north-east and south-east: caused by the pressure of the rarefied air on that before it, according to the diurnal motion of the fun from east to west.

† In all climates between the tropics, the sun, as he passes and repasses in his annual motion, is twice a year vertical, which produces this effect.

Stage above stage, high waving o'er the hills ;
Or to the far horizon wide diffus'd,
A boundless deep immensity of shade.
Here lofty trees; to ancient fong unknown
The noble fons of potent heat and floods
Prone-rushing from the clouds, rear high to Heaven
Their thorny ftems, and broad around them throw
Meridian gloom. Here, in eternal prime,
Unnumber'd fruits of keen delicious taste
And vital spirit, drink amid the cliffs,
And burning fands that bank the shrubby vales,
Redoubled day, yet in their rugged coats
A friendly juice to cool its


contain Bear me, Pomona! to thy citron groves ; To where the lemon and the piercing lime, With the deep orange, glowing thro' the green, Their lighter glories blend. Lay me reclin'd Beneath the spreading tamarind that fhakes, Fann’d by the breeze, its fever-cooling fruit. Deep in the night the massy locuft sheds, Quench my hot limbs ; or lead me thro' the maze, Embowering endless, of the Indian fig; Or thrown at gayer ease, on some fair brow, Let me behold, by breezy murmurs coold, Broad o'er my head the verdant cedar wave,

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