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Th’unfruitful rock itself impregned by thee,
In dark retirement, forms the lucid stone.
Thé lively diamond drinks thy purest rays,
Collected light, compact; that polih'd bright, 149
And all its native lustre let abroad,
Dares, as it sparkles on the fair one's breast,
With vain ambition emulate her eyes.
At thee the ruby lights its deepening glow, [ort And with a waving radiance inward flames.
From thee the saphire, solid ether, takes
Its hue cerulean; and of evening tinct,
The purple streaming amethyit is thine.
With thy own sinile the yellow topaz burns.
Nor deeper verdure dges the robe of Spring, 150
When first the gives it to the southern gale,
Than the green emerald thews. But, ali combin'd, nin,
Thick thro' the whitening opal play thy beams;
Or, fying several from its surface, form
A trembling variance of revolving hues, 155
As the fite varies in the gazer's hand.
The very dead creation, from thy touch,
Aflumes a mimic life. By thee refind,
In brighter mazes, the relucent stream ang cah Plays o'er the mead. The precipice abrupt, 169
Projecting horror on the blacken'd flood,
Softens at thy return. The desart joys
Wildly, thro' all his melancholy bounds.
Rude ruins glitter; and the bring deep,
Seen from some pointed promontory's topi 165
Far to the blue horizon's utmost verge,
Reftleis, reflects a floating gleam. But this,
And all the much-transported Muse can fing,
Are to thy beauty, dignity, and use,
Unequal far; great delegated source
Of light, and life, and grace, and joy below!
How thall . then attempt to fing of him,
Who, Light Himself, in uncreated light
Invested deep, dwells awfully retir'd
From mortal eye, or angels purer ken;
Whose single smile has, from the first of time,
Fillid, overflowing, all those lamps of heaven,
That beam for ever thro the boundless sky;
But, thould he hide his face, th astonith'd sun,
And all th' extinguish'd Itars, would loosening reel
Wide from their spheres, and chaos come again. 181
And yet was every faultering tongue of Man,
Almighty Father ! silent in thy praile;
Thy works themselves would raise a general voice,
Even in the depth of folitary woods
By human foot untrod, proclaim thy power,
And to the choir celestial Thec resound,
Th' eternal cause, fupport, and end of all;
To me be Nature's volume broad display'd;
And to peruse its all-instructing page, 190
Or, haply catching inspiration thence,
Syme casy. pallage, raptur'd, to tranflate,
My role delight; as thro' the falling glooms
Pensive I ftray, or with the rising dawn
On fancy's eagle-wing excursive foar,
Now, flaming up the heavens, the potent sun
Melts into limpid air the high rais'd clouds,
And morving fogs, that hover'd round the hills
In party-colour'd bands; till wide unveil'd
The face of Nature fines, from where earth seems
Far streich'd around, to meet the bending sphere. 208
Half in a bluth of clustering roles lost,
Dew-dropping Coolnels to the shade retires ;
There, on the verdant turf, or flowery bed,
By gelid founts and careless rills to muse: 205
While tyrant Heat, dispreading thro' the sky,
With rapid fway, his burning influence darts
on Man, and beast, and herb, and tepid 11 ream.
Who can unpitying see the flowery race,
Shed by the morn,
their new Huth'd bloom resign,
Before the parching beam ? So fade the fair, 211
When fevers revel thro' their azure veins.
But one, the lofty follower of the fun,
Sad when he sets, Thuts up her yellow leaves,
Prooping all night; and, when he warm returns,
Points her enamourd bosom to his ray.
Home, from his morning task, the fwain retreats;
His flock before him stepping to the fold:
While the full udder'd mother lows around
The chcarful cottage, then expecting food,
The food of innocence, and health! The daw,
The rook and magpye, to the grey-grown oaks an, (l'hat the calm village in their verdant arms,
Sheltering, embrace) direct their lazy flight; I voices Where on the' mingling boughs they fit embower'd 18; All the hot soon, till cooler hours arise, 226
Fajnt, underneath, the houthold fowls convene :
And, in a corner of the buzzing Thade,
The house-dog, with the vacant greyhound, lies,
Out-stretch'd and sleepy. In his llumbers one
230 199 Attacks the nightly thief, and one exults
O’er hill and dale ; till waken'd by the warp,
They ítarting snap. Nor thall the Mufe disdain
To let the little noily summer race
Live in her lay, and flutter thro' her song :
235 199 Not mean tho'simple; to the fun ally'd fun From him they draw their animating fire.
Wak'd by his warmer ray, the reptile-young Lills Come wing'd abroad; by the light air upborn,
Lighter and full of soul. From every chink, 240 seems And secret corner, where they ilept away
The wintry storms; or riting from their tombs,
To higher life; by myriads forth at once,
Swarming they pour; of all the vary'd hues
Their beauty.beaming parent can ditclose.
245 201 Ten thousand forms ! Ten thousand different tribes!
People the blaze. To sunny waters some
By fatal inftinet fly; where on the pool
They sportive wheel; or, failing down the stream,
Are svatch'd immediate by the quick-ey'd trout, 250 cligi,
Or darting falmon. Thro’the green-wood glade
Some love to stray; there lodg'd, amus'd and fed,
In the freth leaf. Luxurious, others make
The meado their choice, and visit every flower,
And tvery latent herb : for the sweet task,
To propagate their kinds, and where to wrap,
In what loft beds, their young yet undiscloid,
Employs their tender carc. Same to the house,
The fold, and dairy, hungry, bend their fight;
Sip round the pail, or raste the curdling cheese : 260
Oft inadvertent, from the milky stream
T They meet their fate; or, fcltering in thc bowl,
With powerless wings around them wrapt, expire.
But chief to heedless fies the window proves
A constant death ; where gloomily retir’d, 265
The villain spider lives, cunning and fierce,
M.xture abhorr'd! Amid a mangled heap
Of carcaffes, in eager watch he fits,
O'erlooking all his waving snares around.
Near the dire cell the dreadless wanderer oft
Países, as oft the rutfian shews his front;
The prey at last ensnar'd, he dreadful darts,
With rapid glide, along the leaning line :
And, fixing in the wreich his cruel fangs,
Sarikes backward grimly pleas'd: the fluttering wing,
And fhriller found declare extreme distress,
276 And ask the helping hospitable hand,
Resounds the living surface of the ground:
Nor undelightful is the ceaseless hum,
To him who muses thro' the woods at noon ; 280
Os drowsy shepherd, as he lies reclin'd,
With half thut eyes, beneath the floating shale
Of willows grey, clore crouding o'er the brook.
Gradual, from these what numerous kinds descend,
Evading even the microscopic eye !
Full Nature swarms with life ; one wond'rous mass
of animals, or atoms organiz’d,
Waiting the vital Breath, when parent heaven
Shall bid his fpirit blow. The hoary fen,
In putrid steams, emits the living cloud 290
Of pestilence. Thro’ subterranean cells,
Where searching fun-beams scarce can find a way,
Earth animated heaves. The flowery leaf
Wants not irs soft inhabitants. Secure,
Within its winding citadel, the stone
Holds multitudes. But chief the foreft boughs,
That dariçe unnumber'd to the playful breeze,
The downy crchard, and the melting pulp
Of mellow fruit, the nameless nations feed
Of evanescent insects. Where the pool
Srands mantled o'er with green, invisible,
Amid the floating verdure millions stray.
Each liquid too, whether it pierces, sooths,
Inflames, 'refreshes, or exalts the taste,
With various forms abounds. Nor is the stream 305
Of purelt cryftal, nor the lucid air,
Tho'one transparent vacancy it seems,
Void of their unseen people. These, concealed
By the kind art of forming heaven, escape
The groffer eye of man. for, if the worlds
In worlds inclos'd should on his fenses burst,
From catès ambrofial, and the nectar'd bowl,
He would abhorrent turn; and in dead night,
Whence filence Neeps o'er all, be stunn'd with noise.
Let no presuming impious railer tax
Creative w fdom, as if aught was form'd
In vain, or not for admirable ends.
Shall litile haughty ignorance pronounce
His works unwise, of which the smallest part
Exceeds the narrow vision of her mind ?
As if upon a full proportion'd dome,
On swelling columns heav'd, the pride of art!
A critic fly, whose feeble ray scarce spreads
Ao inch around, with blind presumption bold,
Should dare to tax the Structure of the whole. 325
And.lives the man, whose universal eye
Has swept at once th' unbounded scheme of things į
Mark'd their dependance so, and film accord,
As with unfaultering accent to conclude
That This availeth nought? Has any seen
The mighty change of beings lessening down
From Infinite Perfection to the brink
of dreary Norbing, defolate abyss !
From which afonifh'd thought, recoiling, turns ?
Till then alone let zealous praise afcend, 335
And hymns of holy wonder, to that power,
Whose wisdom Thines as lovely on our minds,
As on our smiling eyes his fei vant fun.
Thick in yon Aream of light, a thousand ways,
Upward and downward, thwarting, and convolu'd,
The quivering nations sport; till tempeft-wing’d, 341
Fierce winter sweeps them from the face of day.
Even so luxurious men, unheeding, pass
An idle summer life in fortune's thine,
A season's glitter! Thus they flutter on 345
From toy to toy, from vanity to vice;