All Nature reels: till Nature's King, who oft Amid tempestuous darkness dwells alone, And on the wings of the careering wind 200 Walks dreadfully serene, commands a calm; once. As yet 'tis midnight deep. The weary Clouds, Slow meeting, mingle into solid gloom. Now, while the drowsy World lies lost in sleep, Let me associate with the serious Night, And Contemplation, her sedate compeer; Let me shake off the intrusive cares of Day, And lay the meddling senses all aside. 205 210 215 Where now, ye lying Vanities of life! Ye ever tempting, ever cheating train! Where are you now? and what is your amount? Vexation, disappointment, and remorse: Sad, sickening thought! and yet deluded Man, A scene of crude disjointed visions past, And broken slumbers, rises still resolved, With new-flush'd hopes, to run the giddy round. Father of light and life! thou Good Supreme! O teach me what is good! teach me Thyself! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit! and feed my Soul With knowledge, concious peace, and virtue pure Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss! 2:20 The keener Tempests come: and fuming dun A vapoury deluge lies, to snow congeal'd. At first thin wavering; till at last the Flakes 230 235 Stands cover'd o'er with snow, and then demands 250 Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts. and wonders where he is; 255 Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs 260 With looks of dumb despair; then, sad dispersed, Dig for the wither'd herb through heaps of snow. Now, Shepherds, to your helpless charge be kind, Baffle the raging year, and fill their pens With food at will; lodge them below the storm, And watch them strict: for from the bellowing east, In this dire season, oft the Whirlwind's wing Sweeps up the burden of whole wintry plains 270 In one wide waft, and o'er the hapless flocks, Hid in the hollow of two neighbouring hills, The billowy tempest whelms; till, upward urged, The valley to a shining mountain swells, Tipp'd with a wreath high-curling in the sky. 275 As thus the snows arise, and, foul and fierce, All Winter drives along the darken'd air, In his own loose-revolving fields, the Swan Disaster'd stands; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown joyless brow; and other Scenes, 290 Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain: Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid Beneath the formless wild; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray; Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth A dire deseent! beyond the power of frost; 295 300 Smooth'd up with snow; and, what is land unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils. These check his fearful steps; and down he sinks, Thinking o'er all the bitterness of Death; The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm ; 315 Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, Lays him along the snows, a stiffen'd Corse, 320 Ah! little think they, while they dance along, How many sink in the devouring flood, 325 Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, 330 335 340 Ahence tumbled headlong from the height of life, |