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That nature lives; thát sight-refreshing green
Hail, therefore, patroness of health and ease; ·
Thwart his attempts, or envy his success. Some must be great. Great offices will have .. Great talents. And God gives to every man. The virtue, temper, understanding, taste, That lifts him into life, and lets him fall Just in the niche, he was ordained to fill, To the deliverer of an injured land He gives a tongue to enlarge upon, an heart To feel, and courage to redress her wrongs ; To monarchs dignity; to judges sense; . To artists ingenuity and skill; ... . To me an unambitious mind, content In the low vale of life, that early felt. "A wish for ease and leisure, and ere long Found here that leisure and that ease I wished.
· BOOK V.
THE WINTER MORNING WALK.
The Argument. A frosty morning. The foddering of cattle. --The woodman
and his dog.-The poultry.Whimsical effects of a frost at a waterfall. The empress of Russia's palace of ice. Arousements of monarchs. War, one of them.- Wars, whence-And whence monarchy.The evils of it. English and French loyalty contrasted. The Bastile, and a prisoner there.—Liberty the chief recommendation of this country. --Modern patriotism questionable, and why. --The perishable nature of the best human institutions. Spiritual liberty not perishable. The slavish state of man by nature.Deliver him, Deist, if you can.-Grace must do it. The respective merits of patriots and martyrs stated. Their different treatment.--Happy freedom of the man whom grace inakes free. His relish of the works of God.
Address to the Creator.
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orbAscending, fires the horizon; while the clouds, That crowd away before the driving wind, Mare ardent as the disk emerges more, Resemble most some city in a blaze,
Seen through the leafless wood. His slanting ray
Smooth as a wall the upright remnant stands, With such undeviating and even force He severs it away: no needless care, Lest storms should overset the leaning pile Deciduous, or its own unbalanced weight. Forth gees the woodman, leaving unconcerned The cheerful haunts of man, to wield the axe And drive the wedge in yonder forest drear, From morn to eve his solitary task. Shaggy, and lean, and shrewd, with pointed ears And tail cropped short, half lurcher and half cui, 1 His dog attends him. Close behind his heel Now creeps be slow; and now, with many a frisk Wide-scampering, snatches up the drifted snow With ivory teeth, or ploughs it with his suout; Then shakes his powdered coat, and barks for joy. Heedless of all his pranks, the sturdy churl Moves' right toward the mark; por stops for aught, But now and then with pressure of his thumb To adjust the fragrant charge of a short tube, That fumes beneath his nose: the trailing cloid Streams far behind him, scenting all the air. Now from the roost, or from the neighbouring pale, Where, diligent to catch the first faint gleam Of smiling day, they gossipped side by side, Come trooping at the housewife's well-known call The feathered tribes domestic, Half on wing And half on foot, they brush the fleecy flood, Conscious and fearful of too deep a plunge. The sparrows peep, and quit the sheltering eaves