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Not to return; or if it did, its visits,

Famine and War, were not thy caterers ! Like those of angels, short, and far between : But know that thou must render up thy dead, Whilft the black dæmon with his hell-scap'd train, And with high interest too! they are not thing; Admitted once into its better room,

But only in thy keeping for a season, Grew loud and mutinous, nor would be gone ; Till the great proinis'd day of reftitution ; Lording it o'er the man, who now too late When loud diffusive found froin brazed trump Saw che ralh error, which he could not mend; Of strong-lung'd cherub shall alarm thy captives, An error fatal not to him alone,

And rouse the long, long deepers into lifc, But to his future fons, his fortune's heirs. Day-light, and liberty. Inglorious bondage ! human nature groans Then must thy gates Aly open, and reveal Beneath a vassalage fo vile and cruel,

The mines that lay long forming under ground, And its vaft body bleeds through ev'ry vein. In their dark cells immurd; but now full ripe,

What havoc haft thou made, foul monster, Sin! And pure as filver from the crucible, Greatest and first of ills! the fruitful parent That twice has stood the torture of the fire, Of woes of all dimensions! but for thee And inquisition of the forge. We know, Sorrow had never been. All noxious things Th’Illustrious Deliverer of mankind, Of vileft nature, other sorts of evils,

The Son of God, thee foil'd. Him in thy pow'r Are kindly circumscrib'd, and have their bounds. Thou couldst not hold; self-vigorous he rose, The fierce volcano, from its burning entrails And, shaking off thy ferters, foon retook That belches molten stone and globes of fire, Those spoils his voluntary yielding lent. lavolv'd in pitchy clouds of smoke and stench, (Sure pledge of our releasement from thy thrall!) Mars the adjacent fields for some leagues round, Twice twenty days he fojourn'd here on earth, And there it stops. The big fuvoln inundation, And shew'd himself alive to chosen witnesses Of mischief more diffusive, raving loud, By proofs fo frong, that the most Now afsenting Buries whole tracts of country, threat’ning more; Had not a fcruple left. This having done, But that too has its shore it cannot pass. He mounted up to heav'n. Methinks I see hiin More dreadful far than these, sin has laid waste, Climb the aërial heights, and glide along Not here and there a country, but a world ; Athwart the severing clouds; but the faint eve, Dispatching at a wide extended blow

Flung backward in the chace, foon drops its hold, Entirc mankind, and for their fakes defacing Disabled quite, and jaded with pursuing. A whole creation's beauty with rude hands; Heaven's portals wide expand to let him in; Blafting the foodful grain, the loaded branches, Nor are his friends shut out; as some great prince And marking all along its way with ruin. Not for himself alone procures admission, Accursed thing! O where shall fancy find But for his train; it was his royal will, A proper name to call thee by, expressive That where he is, there should his followers.be. Of all thy horrors ? pregnant womb of ills ! Death only lies between, a gloomy path ! Of temper fo transcendently malign,

Made yet more gloomy by our coward fears ! That toads and serpents of most deadly kind But nor untrod, nor tedious; the fatigue Compar'd to thee arc harmless. Sicknesses Will foon go off. Besides, there's no by-road Of er'ry size and symptom, racking pains, To bliss. Then why, like ill-condition'd children, And bluest plagues are thine ! See how the fiend | Start we at transient hardthips in the way Profusely scatters the contagion round! [heels, That leads to purer air and softer skies, Whilft deep-mouth'd Naughter, bellowing at her And a ne'er-setting fun? Fools that we are ! Wades deep in blood new spilt; yet for to-morrow We with to be where sweets unwith’ring bloom; Shapes out new work of great uncommon daring, But strait our with revoke, and will not go. And inly pines till the dread blow is ftruck. So have I seen, upon a luminer's even,

But hold! I've gone too far; too much discover'd Fast by the riv'let's brink a youngster play; My father's nakedness, and nature's shame. How withfally he looks to fem the tide 1 Here let me pause! and drop an honest tear, This moment resolute, next unresolv'd, One burst of filial duty and condolence At last he dips his foot ; but as he dips, O'er all those ample defarts Death hath spread, His fears redouble, and he runs away This chaos of mankind. O great man-cater ! From th'inoffensive stream, unmindful now Whose ev'ry day is carnival, not fated yet! Of all the flow'rs that paint the further bank, Unhcard-of epicure, without a fellow !

And smil'd lo fwect of late. Thrice welcoine The verieft gluttons do not always cram ; That, after many a painful bleeding fep, [Death! Some intervals of abstinence are fought Conducts us to our home, and lands us Tafe To edge the appetite ; thou seekest none. On the long wish'd-for shore. Prodigious changel Methinks the countless swarms thouhalt devour'd, Our bauc tur'd to a blelling! Dearh disarm'd And thousands that each hour thou gobbleft up, Loses his felness quite ; all thanks to him This, less than this, might gorge thee to the full. Who scourg'd the venuin out! Sure the last er. Bue ah! rapacious still, thou gap:st for more ; Of the good man is peace. How calm his exit! Like one whole days defrauded of his ineals, Night-dews fall not more gently to the ground, On whom lank hunger lays his skinny hand, Nor weary worn-out winds cxpire so loft. And whets to keenest eagerness his cravings : Behold him in the ev'ning-tide of life, As if Diseases, Maisacres, and Poison,

A life well spent, whose early care it was,

His riper years should not upbraid his green : If to the Heaven of Heavens they wing their way By unperceiv'd degrees he wcars away ;

Adventurous, like the birds of night, they're lofi, Yet, like the sun, seems larger at his ferting! And delug'd in the food of dazzling day.-High in his faith and hopes, look how he reaches May then the youthful uninspired Bard After the prize in view! and, like a bird Presume to hymn th'Eternal ? may he foar That's hamper'd, struggles hard to get away! W'hcre Scraph and where Cherubim on high Whilft the glad gates of fight are wide expanded Refound th’unceasing plaudits, and with them To let new glories in, the first fair fruits In the grand chorus inix his fccble voice ? Of the fatt-coining harvest! Then! O then! He may--if thou, wlio from the witless babe Each earth-born joy grows vile, or disappears, Ordainest honor, glory, strength, and praise, Shrunk to a thing of nought. O how he longs Uplift th’unpinion's Muse, and deign ít t'ailift, To have his paliport lign’d, and be difiniss'd' Great Poet of the Univerie, his long. 'Tis done, and now he's happy! The glad soul Before this earthly Planet wound her course Hlas not a wish uncrown'd. Ev’n the lag feth Round Light's perennial fountain ; before Light Rests too, in hope of meeting once again Hertelf’gan fhine, and at th'inspiring word Its better half, never to sunder more.

Shot to existence in a blaze of day; Nor shall it hope in vain : the time draws on Before "the Morning-Stars together fang," When not a single spot of burial-earth,

And hail'd Thee Architect of countless worlds; Whether on land or in the spacious sea, Thou art-All-glorious, All-beneficent, But must give back its long coinnitted dust All Wisdom and Omnipotence thou art. Inviolate : and faithfully thall these

But is the æra of Creation fix'd Make up the full account ; not the least atom At when these worlds began? Could aught retard Embezzled, or mislaid, of the whole tale. Goodness, that knows no bounds, from bleiling Each foul thall have a body ready furnith'd ; Or keep th'immense Artificer in Iloch? [ever, Andcach thall have his own. Hence, ye prophane! Avaunt the duft-directed crawling thought, Ask not, how this can be ? Sure the same pow'r The Puillance immeasurably vast, That rear'd the piece at first, and took it down, / And Bounty inconceivable, could rest (an re-allemble the loole scatiçr'd parts,

Content, exhausted with one weck of action And put them as they were. Almighty God

Noin th'exertion of thy righteous power, Has done much more ; nor is his arm impair'd

Ten thousand times inorc aétive than the Sun, Thro' length of days; and what he can he will: Thou reign’d, and with a mighty hand compos'd His faithfulness stands bound to see it donc. Systems innumerable, matchless all, When the dread trumpet founds, the flumb’ring all stampt with thini uncounterfeited seal. No: unattentive to the call, shall wake; [duit, But yet (if ftiil no more ftupendous heights And ev'ry joint poiless its proper place,

The Mule unblain'd her aching senfe may strain) With a new elegance of form, unknown Perhaps wrapt up in contemplation deep, To its first state. Nor Mall the conscious soul The best of Beings on the noblest theme Mistakc his partner ; but amidst the crowd, Might ruminate at leisure, Scope immense Singling its other half into its arms,

Th'eternal Power and Godhead to explore, Shall ruh, with all th’impatience of a man

And with itself th’oinniscient mind replete. That's new come home, who having long been

This were enough to fill the boundleis All. absent,

This were a Sabbath worthy the Supreme ! With hatte runs over every different room, Perhaps enthron'd amidst a choicer few In pain to see the whole. Thrice happy meeting! Of spirits inferior, he might greatly plan Nor time, nor death, ihall ever part them more.

The two prime pillars of the Universe, 'Tis but a night, a long and moonless night,

Creation and Redemption - and a while We make the grave our bed, and then are gone. Pause with the grand presentiments of glory. Thus, at the shut of even, the weary bird

Perhaps—but ali's conjecture here below, Leaves the wide air, and in fome lonely break All ignorance, and felf-pluin'd vanityCow'rs down, and dozes uill the daun of day,

( Thou, whose ways to wonder at's diftrust, Thenclaps his well-Hedgʻd wings, and bears away. And all we may) Qe glorify'd, be prais’d. (perish,

Whom to describe's presumption (all we can $ 57. On the Eternity of the Supreme Being.

A day shall come when all this Earth thall

Nor leave behind ev’n Chaos; it shall come S:11RT.

When all :he armies of the elements H AIL, wond'rous Beirg, — who in power Shall war against theinfelves, and mutual rage, supremne

To make Perdition triumph ; it shall come Exists from everlasting! whose great nante When the capacious atınosphere above Deep in the human heart, and every atom Shall in sulphurcous thunders groan, and die, The Air, the Earth, or azure Main contains, And ranith into vord; the earth bencath In undecvpher'd characters is wrote

Shall leser to the Clarer, and devour Incomprehensible ! mO what can words, Th'enormous blaze of the destructive fiames. The weak interpreters of mortal thoughts, Ye rocks that mock the raving of the floods, Or what can thoughts (tho'wild ofwingthey rose And proudly frown upon the th'impatient deep, Thru' the valt concave of the æthercal round): / Where is your grandeur nowYi toamng wares,

That

That all along th'immense Atlantic roar, To speak Him as he is, who is incffable.
In vain ye fwell; will a few drops fuffice Yet ftill let Reason, thro' the cye of faith
To quench the inextinguishable fire ? [cedars View hin with fearful love; lct Truth pronounce,
Ye mountains, on whole cloud-crown'd tops the And Adoration on her bended knce,
Are lefsen'd into shrubs, magnific piles, With heaven-direeted hands, confets his reign,
That prop the painted chambers of the heavens, And let the angelic, archangelic band,
And fix the earth continua! ; Athos, where? With all the hosts of Heaven, cherubic forms,
Where, Teneriff's, thy statelinefs to-day? And forms seraphic, with her silver trump
What, Ætna, are thy Aames to thefe? No more And golden lyres attend:--

:-“For Thou art holy, Than the poor glo:v-worm to the golden sun. “ For Thou art one, th'Eternal, who alone

Nor thall the verdant vallies then reinain “ Exerts all goodnets, and transcends all praife!” Safe in their meck submit on; they the debt Of nature and of justice too must pay. Yet I must wecp for you, ye rival fair,

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SMART. Aro and Andalusia; but for chec More largely, and with filial scars must weep, ONCE

NCE more I dare to rouse the founding string, O Albion ! Ö my country' thou mult join,

The Poet of my God — Awake, my glory, In vain difsever'd from the rest, must join Awake, my lute and harp--myself thall wake, The terrors of th'inevitable ruin.

Soon as the stately night-exploding bird Nor thou, illuftrious monarch of the day ; In lively lay fings welcome to the dawn, Nor thou, fair queen of night; nor you, ye itars, Lift ye! how nature with ten thousand tongues Tho'ımillion leagues and million still remote, Begins the grand thanksgiving, Hai!, all hail, Shall yet survive that day ; ye must submit, Ye tenants of the forest and the field; Sharers, not bright spectators of the scene. My fellow subjects of th’Eternal King,

But cho' the earth shall to the centre perish, I gladly join your matins, and with you Nor leave behind ev'n Chaos ; tho' the air Confess his presence, and report his praise. With all the elements must pass away,

0 Thou, who or the launbkin, or the dove, Vain as an idiot's dream ; tho' the huge rocks,

When offer'd by the lowly, mcek and poor, That brandish the tall cedars on their tops,

Prefer'st to pride's whole hecatomb, accept With humbler vales must to perdition yield; This mean essay, nor from thy treasure-house Tho' the gilt Sun, and silver trefled Moon, Of glory immense the Orphan’s mite exclude. With all her bright retinue must be loft ;

What tho' the Almighty's regal throne be rais'd Yet Thou, Great Father of the world, surviv'it High o'er yon azure Heaven's exalted doine, Eternal, as thou wert: Yet still survives By mortal eye unkennid -- Where East nor Welt, The soul of man immortal, perfcét now, Nor South, nor blustering North has breath to And candidate for unexpiring joys. [hear; Albeit He there with angels and with faints [blow;

He comes ! He comes ! the awful trump í Holds conference, and to his radiant hoft The flaming fiord's intolerable blaze

Ev'n face to face stand visibly confeft; I see! He comes ! th’Archangel froin above. Yet know, that nor in presence or in power Arise se tenants of the filent grave,

Shines He less perfect here; 'tis man's dim eye " Awake incorruptible, and arise :

That makes th'obscurity. He is the same; " From east to west, from the Antarctic pole Alike in all his universe the fame. " To regions Hyperborean, all ye fons,

Whether the mind along the spangled sky “ Ye foas of Adam, and ye heirs of heav'n Measures her pathless walk, studious to view “ Arise ye tenants of the filent grave,

The works of varter fabric, where the planets “Awake incorruptible, and arise.”

Weave their harinonious rounds, their inarch di'Tis then, nor sooner, that the reftless mind Still faithful, still inconftant to the fun; [recting | Shall find itself at home; and like the ark, Or where the comct, thro' space infinite

Fix'd on the mountain-top, shall look aloft (Tho' whirling worlds oppose in globes of fire)
O'er the vague passage of precarious life; Darts like a javelin, to his dinant goal; (vens,
And, winds and waves, and rocks and tempests Or where in Heaven ab we, the Heaven of Hea-
Enjoy the everlasting calm of Heaven : (palt, Burn brighter suns, and goodlier planets roll
'Tis then, nor sooner, that the deathless soul With satellites more glorious ---Thou art there.
Shall justly know its nature and its rise :

Or whether on the occan's boisterous back 'Tis then the human tongue new tun'd thall give Thou ride triumphant, and with oustretch'darm Praises more worthy the Eternal car.

Curb the wild winds and discipline the billows, Yet what we can, weought; and therefore Thou, The suppliant sailor finds Thee there, his chief, Parge Thou my heart, Omnipotent and Good ! His only help — When thou rebuk'lt the storm Purge Thou my heart with hyssop, lest like Cain, It ceases and the vellel gently glides I offer fruitless sacrifice, and with gifts

Along the glory level of the calm. Offend and not propitiate the Ador'd.

()! could I fearch the botom of thc sea, Tho' Gratitude were bleft with all the powers Down the great depth descending; therethyworks Her burtting heart could long for, tho’the swift, Would allo speak thy residence; and there The fiery-sving'd Imagination foard

Would I, thy servant, like the still profound Beyond ambition's wish -- yet all-wcrc vain Astonish'd into silence musc thy praile!

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Behold! behold! th'unplanted garden round With such due poise the wondrous fabric's hung,
Of vegetable coral, fea-flowers gay,

That, like the compass in the bark, it keeps
And Ihrubs of amber from the pearl-pav'd bottom True to itself, and stedfast ev'n in storms.
Rite richly varied, where the finny race Thou idiot, that asserts there is no God,
In blithe security their gambols play:

View, and be dumb for ever -
While high above their heads Leviathan, Go bid Vitruvius or Palladio build
The terror and the glory of the main,

The bee his mansion, or the ant her cave-
His pastiine takes with transport, proud to see Go call Correggio, or let Titian come [cherry
The ocean's vast dominion all his own.

To paint the hawthoru's bloom, or teach the
Hence thro' the genial bowels of the earth To blush with just vermillion - Hence away-
Easy may fancy pats ; till at thy mines, Hence, ye profane ! for God himself is here.
Gani or Raolconda, the arrive,

Vain were th’attempt, and impious, to trace
And from the adamant's iinperial blaze, Thro' all his works th’Artificer Divine
Form weak ideas of her Maker's glory. And tho' nor shining sun, nor twinkling star
Next to Pegu or Ceylon let me rove,

Bedeck'd the crimson curtains of the sky;
Where the vich rubý (deem'd by sages old Tho' neither vegetable, beast, nor bird
Of lov'reign virtue) sparkles ev'n like Sirius, Were extant on the surface of this ball,
And bluihes into fames. Thence will I go Nor lurking gem bencath; tho’ the great sea
To underinine the treasure-fertile womb

Slept in profound stagnation, and the air
Of the huge Pyrenean, to detect

Had left no thunder to pronounce its Maker;
The agate and the deep-intrenched gem Yet man at home, within hiitelf might find
Of kindred jalper - Nature in them both The Deity immenfe, and in that frame,
Delights to play the mimic on liertelf;

So fearfully, fo wonderfully made,
And in their veins the oft pourtrays their forms' See and adore his providence and power
Of lcaning hills, of trees erect, and streams I see, and I adore — O God most bounteous !
Now stealing softly on, now thundering down O infinite of goodness and of glory, (Thee;
In defperate cascade, with flowers and beasts,

The knee, that thou hast shap'd, mhall bend to
And all the living landskip of the vale. The tongue which thou hast tun'd, shall chaunt
In vain thy pencil, Claudio, or Poulsin,

thy praise ; Or thine, immortal Guido, would essay And thine own image, the immortal soul, Such skill to imitate -- it is the hand

Shall consecrate hericlf to Thee for ever,
Of God himself- for God himself is there. (vance

Hence with th’ascending springs let me ad-
Thro’ beds of magnets, ininerals, and spar,
Up to the mountain's summit, there t’indulge

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SMART. That dares to call th’horizon all her own.

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RISE, divine Urania, with new strains Bchold the forest, and th’expansive verdure To hymn thy God! and thou, immortalFame, Of yonder level lawn, whose smooth-Thorn sod Arise and blow thy everlasting trump! No object interrupts, unless the oak

All glory to the Omniscient, and praise, His lordly head uprears, and branching arms And power, and doinination in the height! Extends - Behold, in regal solitude

And thou, cherubic Gratitude, whose voice And pastoral magnificence he stands

To pious ears founds filverly so sweet, So simple and so great, the under-wood Come with thy precious incenfe, bring thy gifts, Of meaner rank, an awful distance kecp. And with thy choicest stores the altar crown. Pet thou art there, yet God himself is there, Thou too, my heart, whom He, and He alone Ev'n on the bush (tho' not as when to Moses Who all things kpows, can know, with love reHe Thonc in burning majefty reveal'd). Regenerate, and pure, pour all thyself [plete, Nathless conspicuous in the linnet's throat A living facrifice before his throne ! Is his unbounded goodness - Thee her Maker, And may th’eternal, high mysterious tree, Thee her Preferver chaunts she in her song ; That in the centre of the arched heavens (branch While all the emulative vocal tribe

Bears the rich fruit of knowledge, with some The grateful lesson 1cam - no other voice Stoop to my humble reach, and bless my toil.! Is heard, no other found - for, in attention When in my mother's womb conceal'a 'I lay, Buried, ev'n babbling Echo holds her peace. A senseless embryo, then my soul thou knew'ft,

Now from the plains, where th’unbounded prof. Knew's all her future workings, every thought,
Gives liberty her utmost scope to range, (pect And every faine idea yet unforin'd.
Turn we to von enclosures, where appears When up the imperceptible ascent
Chequer'd variety in all her forms,

Of growing years, led by thy hand, I rose,
Which the vague mind attract, and still fuspend Perception's gradual light, that ever dawns
With tweet perplexity. What are yon towers, Infenfibly to day thou didst vouchsafe,
The work of labouring man and clumsy art, And taught me by that reason thou inspir'dft,
Seen with the ring-dove's nest? On that tall beech That what of knowledge in my mind was low,
Her pensile house the feather'd artist builds - Imperfect, incorrect — in Thee is wond'rous,
The rocking winds moleft her not; for see, Uncircumscrib'd, unsearchably profound,

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Of man's vaft genius, and the soaring soul! What is that secret power that guides the brutes, Yet what wert thou to Him, who knew his works Which Ignorance calls Instin&t? Tis from Thec, Before creation form’d them; lông before It is the operation of thine hands

He measur'd in the hollow of his hand Immediate, instantaneous ; 'tis thy wisdom Th’exulting Ocean, and the highest Heavens That glorious shincs transparent thro' thy works. He comprehended with a span, and weigh'd Who taught the pye, or who forwarn’d the jay The mighty mountains in his golden scales; To fhun the deadly nightshade? Tho' the cherry Who shone supreme, who was himself the light, Boasts not a glofsier hue, nor does the plum Ere yet refraction learn'd her ikill to paint, Lure with more seeming sweets the amorous eye, And bend athwart the clouds her beauteous bow. Yet will not the sagacious birds, decoy'd

When Knowledge at her father's dread comBy fair appearance, touch the noxious fruit. Refign'd to Ifrael's king her golden key, [mand They know the taste is fatal, whence aların'd, 0! to have join'd the frequent auditors Swift on the winnowingwinds theyworktheirway. In wonder and delight, that whilom heard Go to, proud reasʼner, philosophic Man, Great Solomon descanting on the brutes ! Haft thou such prudence, thou such knowledge ? O! how sublimely glorious to apply Full many a race has fell into the Inare (--No. To God's own honour, and good-will to man, Of meretricious looks, of pleasing surface; That wisdom he alone of men possess'd And oft in defart iles the familh'd pilgrim, In plenitude so rich, and scope so rare. By forms of fruit, and luscious taste beguilid, How did he rouse the pamper'd filken fons Like his forefather Adam, eats and dies. Of bloated ease, by placing to their view For why, his wisdom on the leaden feet The fage industrious Ant, the wifest infect, Of flow Experience, dully tedious, creeps. And beft æconomist of all the field ! And comes, like vengeance, after long delay. Tho' the presumes not by the folar orb

The venerable fage, that nightly trims To measure times and seasons, nor consults The learned lamp, t'investigate the powers

Chaldean calculations, for a guide; Of plants medicinal, the earth, the air,

Yet, conscious that December's on the march, And the dark regions of the fossil world, Pointing with icy hand to Want and Woe, Grows old in following what he ne'er shall find; She waits his dire approach, and undismay'd Studious in vain! till haply, at the last Receives him as a welcome guest, preparid He spies a mist, then shapes into mountains, Against the churlish Winter's fiercest blow. And baseless fabrics from conjecture builds: For when as yet the favourable Sun While the domestic animal that guards

Gives to the genial earth th’enlivening ray, At midnight hours his threshold, if opprefs'd Not the poor luffering Nave, that hourly toils By sudden fickness, at his master's feet To rive the groaning earth for ill-fought gold, Begs not that aid his services might claim, Endures such trouble, such fatigue, as the; But is his own physician; knows the case, While all her subterraneous avenues, [meet And from th’emetic herbage works his cure. And storm-proof cells, with management molt Hark! from afar the feathered matron * screams, And unexampl'd housewifery the forms: And all her brood alarms. The docile crew Then to the field the hies, and on her back, Accept the signal one and all, expert

Burthen immense! the bears the cumbrous corn. la the art of Nature and unlearn'd deceit : Then many a wcary step, and many a strain, Along the fod, in counterfeited death,

And many a grievous groan subdued, at length Mute, motionless they lie; full well appriz'd Up the huge hill the hardly heaves it home: That the rapacious adversary's near.

Nor rests the here her providence, but nips But who inform'd her of th’approaching danger? With subtle tooth the grain, left from her garner Who taught the cautious mother that the hawk In mischievous fertility it ftcal, Was hatch'd herfoe, and liv'd by her destruction And back to day-light vegetatc its way. Her own prophetic soul is active in her, Go to the Ant, thou sluggard, learn to live, And more than human providence her guard. And by her wary ways reform thine own.

When Philomela, ere the cold domain But if thy deaden'd sense and littlefs thought Of crippl'd Winter 'gins t'advance, prepares More glaring evidence demand, behold, Her annual flight, and in some poplar shade Where yon pellucid populous hive presents Takes her melodius leave, who then's her pilot? A yet uncopied model to the world! Who points her passage thro' the pathless void There Machiavel in the reflecting glass To realms from us remote, to us unknown? May read himself a fool. The chemist there Her science is the science of her God.

May with astonishment invidious view Not the magnetic index to the North

His toils out-done by each plebeian bee E'er ascertains her course, nor budy, nor beacon: Who, at the royal mandate, on the wing She, Heaven-taught voyager, that fails in air, From various herbs, and from discordant flowers, Courts nor coy Weft nor aft, but instant knows A perfect harmony of sweets compounds. What Newton + or not fought, or sought in vain. Avaunt, Conceit, Ambition, take thy light Illuftrious name! irrefragable proof Back to the Prince of vanity and air ! * The Hen Turkey. The Longitude.

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