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God made the country, and man made the town. Their good old friend; and Discipline at length,
the Scholar's part,
And mortifies the lib'ral hand of love,
And vicious pleasures; buys the boy a name § 147. The Want of Discipline in the English That fits a ftigma on his father's house, Universities. Cowper.
And cleaves through life inseparably close
when learning, virtue, picty, and truth, Of riper joys, and commerce with the world,
Now, blame we most che nursings or the nurse?
The children crook'd, and twisted, and deform'd
[grew, She needs hertelf correction; needs to learn
§ 148. Huppy the Freedom of the Man whom The linits of controui, his gentle eye
Grace makes free- His relish of the Works of Grew stern, and darted a severe rebuke;
God - Address to the Creator. Cowper.
That hellish focs confid'rate for his harm
With as much ease as Samson his green withes.
Calls the delightful scenery all his own.
With a propriety that none can feel,
But who with filial confidence inspir'd, Of ignorance till then the overlook'd,
of heav'nly light gilding all forms And finiling fay-- My Father made them all : Terrestrial, in the vaft and the minute, Are they not his by a peculiar right;
The unainbiguous footsteps of the God And by an einphalis of int'reft his,
Who gives its lufture to an infe&t's wing, Whose cye they fill with tears of holy joy, And wheels his throne upon the rolling worlds. Whose hcart with praise, and whose exalted mind Much conversant with Heav'n the often holds With worthy thoughts of that unwearied love
With those fair ministers of light to man, That plann'd, and built, and still upholds a world, That fill the skies nightly with filent pomp, So cloth’d with beauty, for rebellious man? Sweet conference; enquires wliat strains were they Yes --- ye may fill yoor garners, ye that reap With which heav'n rang, when ev'ry Atar, in The loaded foil, and ye may waste much good To gratulate the new-crcated earth, (hafie In tentelets riot; but ye will not find
Sent forth a voice, and all the tons of God In feast or in the chace, in song or dance, Shouted for joy—“Tell me, ye shining hosts, A liberty like his, who, unimpeach'd
“ That navigate a sea that knows no storms, Of ufurpation, and to no man's wrong, “ Beneath a vault unsullied with a cloud, Appropriates nature as his Father's work, “ If from your elevation, whence ye view And has a richer ufc of yours than you.
“ Distinctly scenes invisible to man, He is indceri a freeman; free by birth
“ And fyltcins of whose birth no ridings yet Of no meau city, planu'd or ere the hills “ Have reach'd this nether world, ye spy a race Were built, the fountains open'd, or the sea “ Favour'd as ours, transgressors from the womb, With all his roaring multitude of waves. “ And hasting to a grave, yet doom'd to rise, His freedom is the same in ev'ry state,
" And to poffefs a brighter heav'n than yours? And no condition of this changeful life, “ As one who, long detain’d on forcign thores So inanifold in cares, whose ev'ry day
“ Panes to return, and when he fees afar (rocks Brings its own evil with it, makes it less : “ His country's weather-bleach'd and batterid For he has wings that neither fickness, pain, “ From the green wave emerging, darts an cye Nor penury, can cripple or confine ;
“ Radiant with joy towards the happy land; No nook fo narrow but he spreads them there “ So I with aniinated hopes behold, With ease, and is at large. Th’oppreffor holds“ And many an aching with, your beamy fires, His body bound, but knows not what a range " That thew like beacons in the blue abyss, His spirit takes, unconscious of a chain; “ Ordain'd to guide th'embodied fpirit homc And that to bind him is a vain attempt,
- From toilfome life to never-ending reft. Whom God delights in, and in whom hedwells.“ Love kindles as I gaze. I fecl desires Acquaint thyself with God, if thou wouldst tatte“ That give assurance of their own success, His works. Admitted once to his embrace, " And that infus'd from heav'n must thither Thou thalt perceive that thou wast blind before;
“ tend." Thine eye shall be instructed, and thine heart, So reads he nature, whom the lamp of truth Made pure, shall relish with divine delight, Illuminates; thy lamp, mysterious word ! Till then unfelt, what hands divine have wrought. Which whufo secs no longer wanders loft, Brutes graze the mountain-top with faces prone, With intellects bemaz’d, in endless doubt, And eyes intent upon the scanty herb
But runs the road of wisdom. Thou hast built, It yields them, or, recumbent on its brow, With means that were not till by thee employ'd, Ruininate hecdless of the scene outspread Worlds that had never been, hadft thou in strength Beneath, beyond, and stretching far away Been less, or less benevolent than ftrong. From inland regions to the distant main. They are thy witnesses, who speak thy pow'r Man views it and admires, but rests content And goodness intinite, but speak in cars With what he views. The landscape has liis That hear not, or receive not their report. praife;
In vain thy crcatures tcftify of thec But noi its Author! Unconcern'd who form'd Till thou proclaiın rhyfelf. Theirs is indeed The paradise he sees, he finds it such,
A teaching voice; but 'ris the praise of thine, And tuch well pleas'd to find it, asks no more. That whom it teaches it makes prompt to learn, Not fo themind that hasbeentouch'd from Heav'n, And with the boon gives talents for its use. And in the school of sacred wisdom taught Till thou art hcard, imaginations vain To rcad his wonders, in whole thought the Pollefs the heart, and fables false as hell, Fair as it is, existed ere it was ; [world, Yet deem'd oracular, lure down to death Not for its own fake merely, but for his The uninform’d and hecdless fons of men. Much more who fathion'd it, he gires it praise; We give to chance, blind chance, ourselves as Praise that, from carth resulting as it ought,
blind, Toearth's acknowledgʻd Sovereign, finds at once The glory of thy work, which yet appears Its only jutt proprietor in Him.
Perfect and unimpeachable of blame, The foul that sees him, or receives sublim'd Challenging human scrutiny, and prov'd New faculties, or learns at least, l'employ Then skilful most when moft severely judg'd. More worthily the pow'rs The otvn'd before, But chance is not; or is not where thou reign'it: Difcerns in all things, what with ttupid gaze Thy providence forbids that fickle pow's
If pow'r she be that works but to confound) He calls for famine, and the meagre fiend Comix her wild vagaries with thy laws. Blois mildew from between his thrivellid lips, let thus we doat, refusing while we can And taints the golden ear: he springs his mines, nstruction, and inventing to ourselves
And dcsolatos a nation at a blast. tods such as guilt makes welcome, Gods that Forth steps the spruce philofopher, and tells Dr dificgard our follies, or that fit [ncep Of homogencal and discordant !prings Amus'd spectators of this bustling stage. And principles; of caufes, how they work Thee we rejcet, unable to abide
By necessary laws their jure effects; Thy purity, till pure as thou art pure,
Of action and re-action. He has found Vade fuch by thee, we love thee for that cause The source of the disease that Nature tecis, For which we dhunn'd and hated thee before. And bids the world take heart and banith fcars Then we are free: then liberty like day Thou fool! will thy discovery of the causs Bicaks on the soul, and by a fath from Heav'n Sufpend th'effect or heal it? Has not God Fires all the faculties with glorious joy. Still wrought by mcans since first he made the A voice is heard that mortal cars hear not
world? Till thou hast touch'd them :-'tis the voice of And did he not of old employ his means songs,
To drown it? What is his creation less A loud Hosanna sent from all thy works, Than a capacious reservoir of means Which he that hears it with a thout repcats, Form'd for his use, and ready at his will? And adds his rapture to the gen’ral praise. Go, dress thinc eyes with eye-salve, ask of hiin, In that blest moment, Nature throwing wide Or ask of whomsoever he has taught, Her veil opaque, discloses with a finile And learn, thio' late, the genuine cause of all. The Author of her beauties, whd, retir'd Behind his own creation, works untien By the impure, and hears his pow'r deny'd. $ 150. Rural Sounds as well as Sigits delightful. Thou art the fource aud centre of all minds,
CowPER. Their only point of relt, Etcrnal Word! From thee departing, they are loft, and rove NOR rural lights alone, but rural
sounds At random, without honor, hope, or peace.
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore From thee is all that soothes the life of man, The tone of languid Nature. Mighty winds, His high endeavour, and his glad succes, That liveep the skirt of soine far-fpreading wood His strength to suffer, and his will to serve. Of ancient growth, make music not unlike But, oh i thou bounteous Giver of all good,
The dash of occan on his winding thore, Thou art of all thy gifts thyself the crown! And lull the spirit while they fill the mind, Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor, Unnumber'd branches waving in the blast, And with thec rich, take what thou wilt away.
And all their leaves fast Buttring, all at once.
Of distant foods, or on the fofter voice $ 149. That Philofophy which stops at Secondary Of neighb’ring fountain, or ot rills that slip Causes, reproved. Cowper.
Through the clcft rock, and chiming as they fall
Upon loose pebbles, lote themselves at length HAPPY the man who fees a God employ'd In matted grais, that with a livelier green In all the good and ill that chequer life!
Betrays the secret of their filent courte: Resolving all events, with their cffects
Nature inanimate employs (weet lounds, And manifold results, into the will
But animated nature fiveeter still, And arbitration wife of the Supreme.
To footh and satisfy the human car. Did not his eye rule all things, and intend Ten thousand warblers cheer the day, and one The least of our concerns (lince from the Icast The live-long night: nor these alone, whore The greatest oft originate) could chance
Nice-finger'd art must emulate in vain, [note* Find place in his doininion, or dispote
But cawing rocks, and kites that swim sublime One lawless particle to thwart his plan,
In still repeated circles, screaning loud, Then God might be surpris'd, an unforeseen The jay, the pie, and e'en the boding ow! Contingence might alarm him, and ditturb
That hails the rifing moon, have charms for me. The linooth and equal course of his affairs. Sounds inharmonious in themselves and barih, This truth, philofophy, though eagle-cycd Yet heard in scenes where peace for ever reigns, In nature's tendencics, oft overlooks,
And only there, please highly for their fake. And having found his instrument, forgets Or ditregards, or, more presumptuous still, Denies the pow'r that wields it. God proclaims $ 151. The Wearisomeness of auhat is commonly His hot displeasure against foolish men
called a Life of Pleasure, CowPER. That live an atheist life ; involves the heav'n In tempefts; quits his grasp upon the winds, THE spleen is seldom felt where Flora reigns; And gives thein all their fury; bids a plague The lowring eye, the petulance, the frown, Kindle a fiery bile upon the skin,
And fullen sadness that o'er shade, distort And putrify the breath of blooming health, And mar the face of beauty, when 110 cause
For such immeasurable woe appears;
And let that pass-was hut a trick of state. These Flora banishes, and gives the fair [own. A brave man knows no malice, but at once Sweet smiles and bloom, lets transient than her Forgets, in peace, the injuries of war, It is the constant revolution, stale
And gives his direft foc a friend's embrace. And tastelets of the same repeated joys,
And, tham'd as we have been, to the very beard That palis and satiates, and makes languid life i rav'd and dety'd, and in our own sea prov'd A pedlar's pack, that bows the bearer down. Too weak for those decisive blows, that once Health lutfers, and the spirits ebb; the heart Insur'd us inaft’ry there, we yet retain Recoils froin its own choice at the fuil feaft Some small pre-eininence; we justly boast Is famili'd-inds no muhic in the song, At lear fuperior jockeyship, and claiin No Imartness in the jcft, and wonde why.
The honors of the rurf as all our own. Yet thousands till detire to journey on, Go then, well worthy of the praise ye seck, Though lialt and weary of the path they tread. And thew the shame ye might conceal at home, The paralytic, who can hold her cards, In foreign eyes !--be groons, and win the plate, But cannot play them, borrows a friend's hand Where once your nobler fathers won a crown! To deal and thufile, to divide and fort Hur mingled suits and sequences, and sits Spectatress both and spectacle, a sad
$ 153. The Pulpit the Engine of Reformation. And silent cypher, while her proxy plays.
Cowper. Others are dragg'd into the crowded room Between Tupporters; and once fcated, sit, THE pulpit therefore (and I name it, fillid Through downright inability to rife,
With folemn awe, that bids me well bcware Till the stout bearers lift the corple again.
With whar intent I touch the holy thing) These speak a loud inemento. Yet even these The pulpit (when the fat'rift has at last, Themselves love life, and cling to it, as he
Strutting and vap'ring in an empty school, That overhangs a torrent to a twig.
Spent all his force and made no profelyte) They love it, and yet loath it; fear to die,
I fay the pulpit (in the fober ute Yet icorn the purposes for which they live.
Of its legitimate peculiar pow'rs) (stand, Then wherefore not renounce them? Northe Must stand acknowledg’d, while the world thali dread,
The most important and cffcctual guard, The Marish dread of folitude that breeds
Support, and ornament, of virtue's caule. Reflection and remorse, the fear of Thame,
There Itands the messenger of truth; there stands And their invet'rate habits all forbid.
The legate of the skies: his theme divine,
His office sacred, his credentials clear.
Its thunders; and by him, in strains as sweet
As angels use, the golpel whispers peace.
He tablishes the strong, restores the weak, Of day-spring overshoot his humble nett.
Reclaims the wand'rer, binds the broken heart, The peasant too, a witnefs of his song,
And, arm'd himself in panoply complete Hinself a songfter, is as gav as he.
Of heav'nly temper, furnishes with arms But save me from the gaiety of those
Bright as his own, and trains by ev'ry rule Whuse head-achs nail them to a noon-day, bed; The facramental host of God's ele&t.
Of holy discipline, to glorious war,
§ 754. The Petit-Maitre Clergyman. CowPER. The mouch with blafphemy, the heart with woc. I
VENERATE the man, whose hcart is warm,
Whole hands are pure, whole doctrine and
Coincident, exhibit lucid proof [whole life § 152. Satirical Review of our Trips to France. That he is honcst in the sacred caufe.
To such I render more than mere respect,
Whole actions day that they respect theinselves. NOW hoift the fail
, and let the streamers float But loose in morals, and in inanners vain,
Frequent in park, with lady at his side,
But rare at lyome, and never at his books That winds and waters, lull'd by magic sounds, Or with his pen, save when he scrawls a card; May bear us smoothly to the Gallic shore, Constant at routs, familiar with a round True, we have lost an empire-let it pass. Of ladyfhips, a itranger to the poor, True, we may thank the perfidy of France, Ambitious of preferment for its gold, That pick'd the jewel out of England's crown, And well prepar’d by ignorance and cloth, With all the cunning of an envious threw. By infidelity and love o'th'world,
To make God's work a sinecure: a save Hearts pair'd in Heaven, not meanly fold,
Still tread where virtue marks the way;
Whofe fouls no thought, whose hands have
And, in life's brightest hour, can share
Each pang that wrings another heart !
To guard from harin these favour'd boughs; Sweet peace be theirs, and welcome free ! Ye blue-ey'd Naiads of the stream,
Clear be the sky from clouds or thowers! That soothe the warm poetic dream;
Green be the curf, and freth the flowers ! Ye clves and sprights, that thronging round, And that the youth, whose pious care When midnight darkens all the ground, Lays on your thrine this honeft prayer, In antic measures uncontroul'd,
May, with the rest, admittance gain, Your fairy sports and revels hold,
And visit oft this pleasant scene, And up and down, where'er ve pass,
Let all who love the Muse attend : With many a ringlet print the grass ;
Who loves thc Muse is Virtue's friend!
Such then alone may venture here,
Whoic wide affections can crnbrace
Whom Virtue and her friends approve; From reverend Thames's oozy bed,
Whom Cambridge and the Muses love. From these mols'd elms, where, prison’d deep, Conceal'd from human eyes, ye ileep, If these your haunts be worth your care, § 156. The Recartation. An Ode. By the same. Awake, arise, and hear my prayer !
BY Love too long depriv’d of rest banish from this peaceful plain
(Fell tyrant of the human breast!) The perjur'd nymph, the faithlefs fivain, His vassal long, and worn with pain, The itubborn heart, that scorns to bow,
Indignant late I spurn'd the chain ; And harsh rejcets the honest vow :
In verse, in profe, I sung and swore,
No charms should e'er enslave 'me more,
Again Nould force one tender ligh.
As, taught by Heaven's in forining power, The light coquct, with various art, Who casts her net for ev'ry heart,
From ev'ry fruit and ev'ry flower,
That nature opens to the view,
The bee extracts the nectar-dew;
A vagrant thus, and free to change,
From fair to fair I vow'd to range, Is happy if a sister strays,
And part from each without regret
As pleas'd and happy as I met.
Then freedom's praise infpir'd my tongue, Who hear unmov'd the orphan's cry,
With freedoin's praise the vallies rung, Who fee, nor wish to wipe away
And every night, and every day • The scar that livells the widow's eye; My heart thus pour'd th’enraptur'd lay : Th’unloving man, whole narrow mind
My cares are gone, my sorrows cease, Diidains to feel for human-kind,
“ My breast regains its wonted peace, Ac others bliss whose chcek ne'er glows,
“ And joy and hope returning prove, Whole breaft ne'er throbs with others wocs, “ That Reason is too strong for Love." Whole hoarded lum of private joys
Such was my boaft-but ah! how vain! His private care alonc destroys;
How short was Reason's vaunted reign! Yc fairies, cast your spells around,
The firm resolve I form'd crc-while, And guard froin such this hallow'd ground!
How weak, oppos'd to Clara's smile! But welcome all, who sigh with truth, Chang'd is the strain—The vallies round Each conttant maid and faithful youth, With Freedom's praise no more resound, Whom mutual love alone bath join'd,
But ev'ry night and ev'ry day Swect union of the willing mind!
My full heart pour'd the alter'd lay.