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Truths undiscern'd but by that holy light,
Then all is plain. Philosophy baptized
In the pure fountain of eternal love,
Has eyes indeed ; and viewing all she sees
As meant to indicate a God to man,
Gives him his praise, and forfeits not her own.
Learning has borne such fruit in other days
On all her branches : piety has found
Friends in the friends of science, and true pray'r
Has flow'd from lips wet with Castalian dews.
Such was thy wisdom, Newton, child-like sage!
Sagacious reader of the works of God,
And in his word sagacious. Such too thine,
Milton, whose genius had angelic wings,
And fed on manna! And such thine, in whom
Our British Themis gloried with just cause,
Immortal Hale ; for deep discernment prais'd,
And sound integrity, not more than fam'd
For sanctity of manners undefil'd.

All flesh is grass, and all its glory fades
Like the fair flow'r dishevell'd in the wind;
Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream.
The man we celebrate must find a tomb,
And we that worship him ignoble graves.
Nothing is proof against the gen’ral curse
Of vanity, that seizes all below.

The only amaranthine flow'r on earth
Is virtue; th' only lasting treasure, truth.
But what is truth? 'Twas Pilate’s question put
To Truth itself, that deign'd him no reply.
And wherefore? will not God impart his light
To them that ask it ?-Freely 'tis his joy,
His glory, and his nature, to impart.
But to the proud, uncandid, insincere,
Or negligent inquirer, not a spark.
What's that which brings contempt upon a book,
And him who writes it, though the style be neat,
The method clear and argument exact?

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That makes a minister in holy things
The joy of many, and the dread of more,
His name a theme for praise and for reproach ? -
That while it gives worth in God's account,
Depreciates and undoes us in our own?
What pearl is it, that rich men cannot buy,
That learning is too proud to gather up;
But which the poor, and the despis’d of all,
Seek and obtain, and often find unsought?
Tell me—and I will tell thee what is truth.

O, friendly to the best pursuits of man,
Friendly to thought, to virtue, and to peace,
Domestic life in rural pleasure pass'd!
Few know thy value, and few taste thy sweets;
Though many boast thy favours, and affect
To understand and choose thee for their own.
But foolish man foregoes his proper bliss,
E'en as his first progenitor, and quits,
Though plac'd in Paradise (for earth has still
Some traces of her youthful beauty left),
Substantial happiness for transient joy.
Scenes form’d for contemplation, and to nurse
The growing seeds of wisdom; that suggest,
By ev'ry pleasing image they present,
Reflections such as meliorate the heart,
Compose the passions, and exalt the mind;
Scenes such as these 'tis his supreme delight
To fill with riot and defile with blood.
Should some contagion, kind to the

brutes We persecute, annihilate the tribes, That draw the sportsman over hill and dale Fearless, and rapt away from all his cares; Should never game-fowl hatch her eggs again, Nor baited hook deceive the fish's eye; Could pageantry and dance, and feast and song, Be quell'd in all our summer-months' retreats ; How many self-deluded nymphs and swains, Who dream they have a taste for fields and groves

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Would find them hideous nurs’ries for the spleen,
And crowd the roads, impatient for the town!
They love the country, and none else, who seek
For their own sake its silence, and its shade.
Delights which who would leave, that has a heart
Susceptible of pity, or a mind
Cultur'd and capable of sober thought,
For all the savage din of the swift pack,
And clamours of the field ?-Detested sport,
That owes it pleasures to another's pain;
That feeds upon the sobs and dying shrieks
Of harmless nature, dumb, but yet endued
With eloquence, that agonies inspire,
Of silent tears and heart-distending sighs ?
Vain tears, alas, and sighs that never

find
A corresponding tone in jovial souls !
Well—one at least is safe. One shelter'd hare
Has never heard the sanguinary yell
Of cruel man, exulting in her woes.
Innocent partner of my peaceful home,
Whom ten long years' experience of my care
Has made at last familiar; she has lost
Much of her vigilant instinctive dread,
Not needful here, beneath a roof like mine.
Yes—thou mayst eat thy bread, and lick the hand
That feeds thee; thou mayst frolic on the floor
At Ev’ning, and at night retire secure
To thy straw couch, and slumber unalarm'd;
For I have gain’d thy confidence, have pledg'd
All that is human in me, to protect
Thine unsuspecting gratitude and love.
If I survive thee, I will dig thy grave;
And, when I place thee in it, sighing say,
“ I knew at least one hare that had a friend."*

How various his enjoyments, whom the world Calls idle; and who justly in return

See the note at the end of this volume.

Esteems that busy world an idler too! laser sidW Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen, w Delightful industry enjoy'd at home, lis nake i And Nature in her cultivated trimmaus EA Dress'd to his taste, inviting him abroad-trutno Can he want occupation, who has these? | 0 Will he be idle, who has much t enjoy? lw IA Me therefore studious of laborious ease, row T Not slothful, happy to deceive the time, ruddr30 Not waste it, and aware that human life nitial so Is but a loan to be repaid with use, iait to When He shall call his debtors to account, ob TW From whom are all our blessings, business findstud E'en here: while sedulous I seek & improve, IT At least neglect not, or leave unemploy'd, lind The mind he gave me; driving it, though slacko Too oft, and much impeded in its work lohuone By causes not to be divulg'd in vain, or 1994 tedt To its just point-the service of mankind. slp Di W He, that attends to his interior self, dovsaia W That has a heart, and keeps it; has a mind 39T That hungers, and supplies it; and who seeks to A social, not a dissipated life,

tud sho Has business ; feels himself engag’d t achieve tri No unimportant, though a silent, task. Tingmi A life all turbulence and noise may seem emo. To him that leads it, wise, and to be prais'd;a baA But wisdom is a pearl with most success sted to Sought in still water, and beneath clear skies. I He that is ever occupied in storms, llegod Or dives not for it, or brings up instead, yamad Vainly industrious, a disgraceful prize.929 999

The morning finds the self-sequester'd man Fresh for his task, intend what task he may. HibA. Whether inclement seasons recommend they bu. His warm, but simple home, where he enjoys With her, who shares his pleasures and his heart, Sweet converse, sipping calm the fragrant lymph, A. U

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Which neatly she prepares ; then to his book
Well chosen, and not sullenly perus'd
In selfish silence, but imparted oft, was
As aught occurs, that she may smile to hear, bros
Or turn to nourishment, digested well.id ab
Or if the garden with its many cares,
All well repaid, demand him, he attends
The welcome call, conscious how much the hand 14
Of lubbard Labour needs his watchful eye, u tom
Oft loitring lazily, if not o'erseen, men som
Or misapplying his unskilful strength. tisol sedal
Nor does he govern only or direct, dengel
But much performs himself. No works indeed,
That ask robust, tough sinews, bred to toil, da
Servile employ; but such as may amuse, esofa
Not tire, demanding rather skill than force. im se
Proud of his well-spread walls, he views his trees,
That meet, no barren interval between,
With pleasure more than e'en their fruits afford;
Which, save himself who trains them, none can feel.
These, therefore, are his own peculiar charge; si
No meaner hand may discipline the shoots,
None but his steel approach them. What is weak,
Distemper'd, or has lost prolific pow'rs, naudas
Impair'd by age, his unrelenting hand மனia
Dooms to the knife: nor does he spare the soft
And succulent, that feeds its giant growth, do
But barren, at th' expense of neighb’ring twigs ta
Less ostentatious, and yet studded thick 2
With hopeful gems. The rest, no portion left
That may disgrace his art, or disappointed or 6
Large expectation, he disposes neatitembar
At measur'd distances, that air and sun, to
Admitted freely, may afford their aid, nin not alon!
And ventilate and warm the swelling buds.
Hence Summer has her riches, Autumn hence,
And hence e'en Winter fills his wither'd hand
With blushing fruits, and plenty not his own.to

* Miraturque novos fructus et non sua poma.'--Virg.

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