They chant their artless notes in simple guise; The tickled ear no heartfelt raptures raise; The priest-like father reads the sacred page- With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme- The precepts sage they wrote to many a land: Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand. And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Then, kneeling down to HEAVEN'S ETERNAL KING, 30 25 20 15 10 5 Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing" 5 There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere. Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, May hear, well pleased, the language of the soul; And in His book of life the inmates poor enroll. Then homeward all take off their several way; And proffer up to Heaven the warm request From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, The cottage leaves the palace far behind. 5 30 20 15 10 O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent, Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-loved isle. O Thou! who pour'd the patriotic tide That stream'd through Wallace's undaunted heart, His friend, inspirer, guardian, and reward! But still the patriot, and the patriot-bard, 15 10 LXXII. THE LIBERTY OF THE PRESS. BY JOHN MILTON.' I DENY not but that it is of the greatest concernment in the church and commonwealth to have a vigilant eye 20 how books demean themselves as well as men, and thereafter to confine, imprison, and do sharpest justice on them as malefactors; for books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul whose progeny they are; nay, 25 5 they do preserve, as in a vial, the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them. I know they are as lively and as vigorously productive as those fabulous dragon's teeth; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book; who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye. Many a man lives a 10 burden to the earth; but a good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life. 'Tis true, no age can restore a life whereof, perhaps, there is no great loss; and revolutions of ages do not oft recover the loss of a 15 rejected truth, for the want of which whole nations fare the worse. We should be wary, therefore, what persecution we raise against the living labors of public men, how spill that seasoned life of man, preserved and stored up in books; since we see a kind of homicide may be thus committed, sometimes a kind of martyrdom; and, if it extended to the whole impression, a kind of massacre, whereof the execution ends not in the slaying of an elemental life, but strikes at that ethereal and soft essence, the breath of reason itself-slays an immortality 25 rather than a life. Good and evil, we know, in the field of this world grow up together almost inseparably; and the knowledge of good is so involved and interwoven with the knowledge of evil, and in so many cunning resemblances 30 hardly to be discerned, that those confused seeds which were imposed upon Psyche as an incessant labor to cull out and sort asunder, were not more intermixed. It was 20 5 10 from out the rind of one apple, tasted, that the knowledge of good and evil, as two twins cleaving together, leaped forth into the world. And perhaps this is that doom which Adam fell into of knowing good and evil, that is to say, of knowing good by evil. As therefore 5 the state of man now is, what wisdom can there be to choose, what continence to forbear, without the knowledge of evil? He that can apprehend and consider Vice, with all her baits and seeming pleasures, and yet abstain, and yet distinguish, and yet prefer that which is truly1 better, he is the true warfaring Christian. I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat. 15 Assuredly we bring not innocence into the world, we bring impurity much rather; that which purifies us is trial, and trial is by what is contrary. That virtue, therefore, which is but a youngling in the contemplation of evil, and knows not the utmost that Vice prom-20 ises to her followers, and rejects it, is but a blank virtue, not a pure; which was the reason why our sage and serious poet Spenser (whom I dare be known to think a better teacher than Scotus' or Aquinas), describing true temperance under the person of Guion, brings him in 25 with his palmer through the cave of Mammon and the bower of earthly bliss, that he might see and know, and yet abstain. Since, therefore, the knowledge and survey of vice is in this world so necessary to the constituting of human virtue, and the scanning of error to the 30 confirmation of truth, how can we more safely, and with less danger, scout into the region of sin and falsity, than by reading all manner of tractates, and hearing all manner of reason? 3 |