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235 Oi' health, and life, and joy? Toe food of man, While yet he fiv'd in mucence, and told A length of golden years; uiriesh'd in blood, A stranger to the lavage art's of life, Death, rapine, carnage, surfeir, and disease; 240 The lord, and not the tyrant of the world. (race
The first fresh dawn then wak'd tlie gladdened Of uncrrrupted m:1), nor bluth'd to lec The fluggard sleep beneath its Sacred beam : For their light lluinbers gently fum'd away ; 245 Anup tijey role as vigorous as the lui, Or to the culture of the willing glèbe, Or to the chearful rendence of the Rock. Mvantime the song went round; and dance and sport, Wildom and frienoly talk, fucceffive stole
250 Their hours away. Wnile in the roly vale Love breath'd his infant fighs, from anguish free, And full replete with bliss, save the sweet pa n, That, inly thrilling, but exalts it moic. Nor yet injurious act, nor suriy deed,
25$ Was knowe among these happ. fons of heav'n ; Esr reason and binevolence si ere saw. Harmonious Nicure too look'd smiling on. Clear shone the fkies, cool'd with eternal gales, And balm: fpirit ail. The youthful (un
260 Shot His best rays, and it 11 the gracious clouds Drop'd fatnets down; as o'er the swelling mead, The herds and Hacks, comunixing, play'd secure. Tbis when, emergent from the gliomy wood, The glaring lion faw, his horrid heart Was meekend, and he join'd his fullien joy. For music held the whole in perfect peace : Sott fight the flute ; the tender voice was heard, Wa bling the varied heart; the woodlands round Apply'd their quire; and winds and waters How'd In confonance. Such were those prime of days. 271
But now those while uoblemith'd minute:, v hence The fabling poets took their golden age, Are found no more amid these ron times, Thefi dregs of life! Now the diffeit.per'd mind 275 Has lok that concórd of larinonious powers,
Which forms the foul of happiness; and all
Is off che poise within : the paßionis all
Have burft their bounds : and reason half extinct,
Orimpotent, or eise improving, sees
The foul disorder. Senseless and deform’d,
Convulsive arger storms at large; or pale,
And filent, seitles into fell revenge.
Base envy withers at another's joy,
And hates that excellence it can iot reach. 285
Desponding fear, of feeble fancies full.
Week and unmanly, loosens every power.
Even love itrelf is bitterness of foul,
A pensive anguith pining at the heart ;
Oi, sünk to fordid interest, feels no more 290
'That noble wish, that never cioy'd defire,
Which, selfith joy disdaining, leeks alone
to bleis the dearer object of its flarne.
Hore fickens with extravagance; and grief,
of life impatient, into tradness swells ; 294
Or in dead filence waites the weeping hours.
There, and a thousand mix'd emotions more,
From ever-changing views of good and ill,
Fom'd infinitely various, vex the misd
With endless storm. Whence, deeply rankling, grows
The partial thoughz, a liftleis unconcern, 301
Cold, and averting from our neighbour's good;
Then dark disguit, and hatred, winding wiles,
Coward deceit, and rufan violence ;
At lat, extine? each sucial feed ng fell 305
And joyous inhumanity pervades
And petrifies the beart. Nature difturbod
Is deem'd, vindictive, to have chang'd her course.
Hence, in old dulky time, a deluge came:
When the decp-cleft difparting orb, that arch'd 310
The central waters l'orind, impetuous rush3,
With universal burit, into the gulph,
Ando'o the high pild hills of fractur'd earth
Wide dash'd the waves, in undulation saft ;
Til, from the center to the streaming cloads, 315
A thoreless océan tumbled round the globe.
The reasons lince, have, with severer firay,
Oyréisd a broken world: The Winter keen
Shook forth luis waste of Snows; and Summer shot
His peftilential heats. Great Spring, before, 320
Green'd all the year; and fruits and blossoms blut'd,
In social sweetness, on the self-fame boogh.
Pure was the temperate air ; an even calm
Perpetual reign’d, save what the zephyrs bland
Breath'd o'er the blue expanse: for then nor storms • Were taught to blow, nor hurricanes to rage; 326
Sound Nept the waters ; no fulphureous glooms Swelln in the sky, and sent the lightning forth ; While fickly damps, and cold autumnal fogs, Hung not, relaxing, on the fprings of life.
330 But now, of curbid elements the sport, From clear to cloudy toʻt, from bot to cold, And dry to moist, with inward-eating change, Our drooping days are dwindled down to nought, Their period finish'd ere 'çis well begun.
335 And yet the wholesome herb neglected dies; Tho' with the pure exhilarating foul Of nutriment and health, and vital powers, Beyond the search of art, 'tis copious bleft. For, with hot ravine fir'd, enfanguin'd man
340 Is now become the lion of the plain, And worse. The wolf, who from the nightly fold Fierce. drags the blearing prey, ne'er drunk her milk, Nor wore her warming Acece :' nor has the iteer, At whose strong chest the de.?dly tyger hurgs, 345 E’er plow'd for him. They too are temper'd high, With hunger Nurg and wild neceffity, Nor lodges pity in their thaggy breast. But Man, whom Natore form'd of nuilder clay, With every kind emot on in his heart,
3.50 And taught alone to weep; while from her lap She pours ten thouland delicacies, herbs, And fruits, as numerous as the drops of rain Or beams that gave them birth : 1hall he, fair form.! Who wears sweet smiles, and looks eret on Heaven, E'er stoop to mingle with the prowling herd 356 And dip his tongue in gore? The beast of Pivod hand deferves to bleed: but you, ye flocks, What have you done; ye peaceful people, what, To merit death ? you, who have given us milk 360
In luscious streams, and lent us your own coat
Against the winter's cold and the plain ox,
That harmless, honest, guilelels animal,
In what has he offended? He, whose toil,
Patient and ever ready, clothes the land 365
With all the pomp of harveit: thall he bleed,
And Itruggling groan beneath the cruel hands
Even of the clown he feeds? And that perhaps
To swell the rio: of the autumnal feast,
Won by his labour ? Thus the feeling heart 370
Would tenderly, suggeft: but 'tis enough,
In this late age, adventurous, to have touch'd
Light on the numbers of the Samian sage.
High Heaven forbids the bold presumptuous strain,
Whose wifest will has fix'd us in a state
That must not yet to pure perfection rise.
Besides, who knows, how rais'd to higher life,
From Itage to stage, the vital scale afcends?
Now, when the first foul torrent of the brooks,
Swell's with the vernal rains, is ebb'd away;
And, whitening, down their moffy-tinctur'd stream
Descends the billowy foam : now is the time,
While yet the dark-brwwn water ai is the guile,
To tempt the irout. The well ditfembled fly,
The rot fine-tapering with elastic spring. 385
Snatch'd from the hoary. ttced the floating line,
And all thy Nender warry stores prepare.
But let not on thy hook the toitur'd worm,
Convulsive, twist in agonizing folds;
Which, by rapacious hunger swallow'd deep,
Gives, as you lear it from the bleeding breast
Of the weak helpless uncomplaining wretch, 390
Harsh pain and horror to the tender hand.
When with his lively ray the potent lun
Has pierc'd the streams, and rous'd the finny race,
Then, illuing chearful, to thy sport repair ;
Chief should the western breezes curling play, 395
And light o'er ether bear the shadowy clouds.
High to the r fount, this dav, amid the hills,
And woodlands warbling round, trace up the brooks ;
The next, pursue their rocky-channel'd maze,
Down to the river, in wiose ample wave 400
Their little naiads love to sport at large.
Just in the dubious point, where with the pool
Is mix'd the trembling stream, or where it boils
Around the stone, or from the hollow'd bank
Reverted plays in undulating tlow,
405 There throw, nice-judging, the delusive fly;
And as you lead it round in artful curve,
With eye attentive mark the springing game.
Strait as above the surface of the flood o They wanton rise, or urg'd by hunger leap, 410
Then fix, with gentle twitch, the barhed hook:
Some lightly toņirg to the grassy bank,
And to the shelving shore now-dragging some,
With various hand proportion's to their force.
If yet too young, and easily deceiv’d,
415 A worthless
fcarce bends your pliant rod,
Him, piteous of his youth and the short space
He has enjoyed the vital light of Heaven,
Soft disengage, and back into the stream.
The speckled infant throw. But should you lure
From h's dark haunt, beneath the tangled roots 421
of pendant trees, the monarch of the brook,
Behoves you then to ply your finest art.
Long time he, following cautious, scans the fly į 8; And oft attempts to seize it, but as oft
The dimpled water speaks his jealous fear.
At last, while haply o'er the shaded sun,
Parles à cloud, he desperate takes the death,
With fullen plunge. “At once he darts along,
Deep-struck, and runs out all the lengthen'd line;
Then seeks the fartheft ooze,the sheltering weed,433
The cavern'd bank, his old secure abode;
And Hies aloft, and founces round the pool,
Indignant of the guile. With yielding hand,
That feels himn itill, yet to his furious course 435
way, you, now retiring, following now ES
Across the itream, exhaust bis idle rage:
Till floating broad upon his breathless fide,
And to his fate abandon'd, to the shore
You gaily drag your unresisting prize.
Taus pass the temperate hours: but when the luna,