And, unawaken'd, dream beneath the blaze Of truth. At once their pleasing visions fled, With the gay shadows of the morning mix'd, When Newton rose, our philosophic sun!
Th' aërial flow of Sound was known to him, From whence it first in wavy circles breaks, Till the touch'd organ takes the message in. Nor could the darting beam, of speed immense, Escape his swift pursuit and measuring eye. Even Light itself, which every thing displays, Shone undiscover'd, till his brighter mind Untwisted all the shining robe of day; And, from the whitening undistinguish'd blaze, Collecting every ray into his kind,
To the charm'd eye educ'd the gorgeous train Of parent colours. First the flaming Red Sprung vivid forth; the tawny Orange next; And next delicious Yellow; by whose side Fell the kind beams of all-refreshing Green : Then the pure Blue, that swells autumnal skies, Ethereal play'd; and then, of sadder hue, Emerg'd the deepen'd Indico, as when The heavy-skirted evening droops with frost ; While the last gleamings of refracted light Died in the fainting Violet away.
These, when the clouds distil the rosy show'r, Shine out distinct adown the wat'ry bow; While o'er our heads the dewy vision bends Delightful, melting on the fields beneath. Myriads of mingling dyes from these result, And myriads still remain ;-infinite source Of beauty, ever blushing, ever new!
Did ever poet image aught so fair,
Dreaming in whispering groves, by the hoarse brook?
Or prophet, to whose rapture heav'n descends? Ev'n now the setting sun and shifting clouds, Seen, Greenwich, from thy lovely heights, declare, How just, how beauteous, the refractive law.
The noiseless tide of Time, all bearing down To vast Eternity's unbounded sea,
Where the green islands of the happy shine, He stemm'd alone; and to the source (involv'd Deep in primeval gloom) ascending, rais'd His lights at equal distances, to guide Historian, wilder'd on his darksome way.
But who can number up his labours? who His high discov'ries sing? when but a few Of the deep-studying race can stretch their minds To what he knew in Fancy's lighter thought, How shall the Muse, then, grasp the mighty theme? What wonder thence that his devotion swell'd Responsive to his knowledge? For could he, Whose piercing mental eye diffusive saw The finish'd university of things, In all its order, magnitude, and parts, Forbear incessant to adore that Pow'r Who fills, sustains, and actuates the whole? Say, ye who best can tell, ye happy few, Who saw him in the softest lights of life, All unwithheld, indulging to his friends. The vast unborrow'd treasures of his mind,
Oh, speak the wondrous man! how mild, how calm, How greatly humble, how divinely good,
How firm establish'd on eternal truth! Fervent in doing well; with every nerve Still pressing on, forgetful of the past, And panting for perfection: far above Those little cares and visionary joys
That so perplex the fond impassion'd heart Of ever-cheated, ever-trusting man.
And you, ye hopeless, gloomy-minded tribe, You who, unconscious of those nobler flights That reach impatient at immortal life, Against the prime endearing privilege Of Being dare contend, say, can a soul Of such extensive, deep, tremendous pow'rs, Enlarging still, be but a finer breath
Of spirits dancing through their tubes a while, And then for ever lost in vacant air?
But hark! methinks I hear a warning voice, Solemn as when some awful change is come,
Sound through the world-'Tis done; the measure's full; And I resign my charge. Ye mouldering stones, That build the tow 'ring pyramid, the proud Triumphal arch, the monument effac'd
By ruthless ruin, and whate'er supports The worshipp'd name of hoar Antiquity, Down to the dust! What grandeur can ye boast, While Newton lifts his column to the skies, Beyond the waste of time? Let no weak drop Be shed for him. The virgin in her bloom Cut off, the joyous youth, and darling child,— These are the tombs that claim the tender tear And elegiac song. But Newton calls For other notes of gratulation high,
That now he wanders through those endless worlds He here so well descried, and wondering talks, And hymns their Author, with his glad compeers. Oh, Britain's boast! whether with angels thou Sittest in dread discourse, or fellow-bless'd Who joy to see the honour of their kind; Or whether, mounted on cherubic wing,
Thy swift career is with the whirling orbs, Comparing things with things, in rapture lost, And grateful adoration, for that light
So plenteous ray'd into thy mind below,
From LIGHT HIMSELF; oh, look with pity down On human-kind, a frail erroneous race! Exalt the spirit of a downward world! O'er thy dejected country chief preside, And be her Genius call'd! her studies raise, Correct her manners, and inspire her youth. For, though deprav'd and sunk, she brought thee forth, And glories in thy name; she points thee out To all her sons, and bids them eye thy star: While, in expectance of the second life, When time shall be no more, thy sacred dust Sleeps with her kings, and dignifies the scene.
-Et tantas audetis tollere moles? Quos ego-sed motos præstat componere fluctus. Post mihi non simili pœnâ commissa luetis. Maturate fugam, regique hæc dicite vestro : Non illi imperium pelagi, sævumque tridentem, Sed mihi sorte datum.
As on the sea-beat shore BRITANNIA Sat, Of her degenerate sons the faded fame, Deep in her anxious heart, revolving sad; Bare was her throbbing bosom to the gale,
That, hoarse and hollow, from the bleak surge blew ; Loose flow'd her tresses; rent her azure robe
Hung o'er the deep; from her majestic brow
She tore the laurel, and she tore the bay.
Nor ceas'd the copious grief to bathe her cheek; Nor ceas'd her sobs to murmur to the main. Peace discontented, nigh departing, stretch'd Her dove-like wings; and War, though greatly rous'd, Yet mourn'd his fetter'd hands: while thus the Queen Of nations spoke; and what she said the Muse Recorded, faithful, in unbidden verse:-
"Ev'n not yon sail, that, from the sky-mix'd wave, Dawns on the sight, and wafts the Royal Youth,1
1 6 'Royal Youth: ' Frederick, Prince of Wales, then lately arrived.
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