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Were built, the fountains open'd, or the sea,

765 With all his roaring multitude of waves. His freedom is the same in ev'ry state ; And no condition of this changeful life, So manifold in cares, whose ev'ry day Brings its own evil with it, makes it less : For he has wings, that neither sickness, pain, Nor penury, can cripple or confine. No nook so narrow, but he spreads them there With ease, and is at large. Th' oppressor holds His body bound; but knows not what a range 775 His spirit takes, unconscious cf a chain; And that to bind him is a vain attempt, Whom God delights in, and in whom He dwells.

Acquaint thyself with God, if thou would'st taste His works. Admitted once to his embrace, 780 Thou shalt perceive that thou wast blind before : Thine eye shall be instructed; and thine heart, Made pure, shall relish with divine delight, Till then unfelt, what hands divine have wrought. Brutes graze the mountain-top, with faces prone, 785 And eyes intent upon the scanty herb It yields them; or, recumbent on its brow, Ruminate heedless of the scene outspread Beneath, beyond, and stretching far away From inland regions to the distant main.

790 Man views it, and admires; but rests content With what he views. The landscape has his praise, But not its author. Unconcern'd who formid The Paradise he sees, he finds it such, And such well pleas'd to find it, asks no more. 795 Not so the mind that has been touch'd from Heav'n, And in the school of sacred wisdom taught To read His wonders, in whose thought the world, Fair as it is, existed ere it was. Nor for its own sake merely, but for his

800 Much more who fashion’d it, he gives it praise ; Praise that from earth resulting, as it ought,

To earth's acknowledg'd sov'reign, finds at once
Its only just proprietor in Him.
The soul that sees him, or receives sublim'd 805
New faculties, or learns at least t' employ
More worthily the powers she own'd before,
Discerns in all things what, with stupid gaze
Of ignorance, till then she overlook'd,
A ray of heavenly light, gilding all forms 810
Terrestrial in the vast and the minute ;
The unambiguous footsteps of the God,
Who gives its lustre to an insect's wing,
And wheels his throne upon the rolling worlds.
Much conversant with Heaven, she often holds 815
With those fair ministers of light to man,
That fill the skies nightly with silent pomp,
Sweet conference. Inquires what strains were they
With which Heaven rang, when every star, in haste
To gratulate the new-created earth,

Sent forth a voice, and all the sons of God
Shouted for joy." Tell me, ye shining hosts,
That navigate a sea that knows no storms,
Beneath a vault unsullied with a cloud,
If from your elevation, whence ye view

825 Distinctly scenes invisible to man, And systems, of whose birth no tidings yet Have reach'd this nether world, ye spy a race Favour'd as ours; transgressors from the womb And hasting to a grave, yet doom'd to rise, 830 And to possess a brighter Heaven than yours? As one, who, long detain'd on foreign shores, Pants to roturn, and when he sees afar His country's weather-bleach'd and batter'd rocks, From the green wave omerging, darts an eye 835 Radiant with joy toward the happy land; So I with animated hopes behold, And many an aching wish, your beamy fires, That show like beacons in the blue abyss, Ordain'd to guide th' embodied spirit home 840

From toilsome life to never-ending rest.
Love kindles as I gaze. I feel desires
That give assurance of their own success,
And that, infus'd from Heaven, must thither tend."

So reads he Nature, whom the lamp of truth 845
Illuminates. Thy lamp, mysterious Word !
Which whoso sees, no longer wanders lost,
With intellects bemaz'd in endless doubt,
But runs the road of wisdom. Thou hast built
With means that were not, till by thee employ'd, 850
Worlds that had never been, hadst thou in strength
Been less, or less benevolent than strong.
They are thy witnesses, who speak thy pow'r
And goodness infinite, but speak in ears
That hear not, or receive not their report. 855
In vain thy creatures testify of thee,
Till thou proclaim thyself. Theirs is indeed
A teaching voice; but 'tis the praise of thine,
That whom it teaches it makes prompt to learn,
And with the boon gives talents for its use. 860
Till thou art heard, imaginations vain
Possess the heart, and fables false as hell :
Yet deem'd oracular, lure down to death
The uninform’d and heedless souls of men.
We give to chance, blind chance, ourselves as blind,
The glory of thy work ; which yet appears 866
Perfect and urimpeachablo of blame,
Challenging human scrutiny, and prov'd
Then skilful most when most severely judgd.
But chance is not; or is not where thou reign'st: 870
Thy providence forbids that fickle pow'r
(If pow'r she be, that works but to confound)
To mix her wild vagaries with thy laws.
Yet thus we dote, refusing while we can
Instruction, and inventing to ourselves

875 Gods such as guilt makes welcome ; gods that sleep, Or disregard our follies, or that sit Amus'd spectators of this bustling stage. Vol. II.


Thee we reject, unable to abide
Thy purity, till pure as thou art pure,

Made such by thee, we love thee for that cause,
For which we shunn'd and hated thee before.
Then we are free. Then liberty, like day,
Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from heav'n
Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.

885 A voice is heard that mortal ears hear not, Till thou hast touch'd them ; 'tis the voice of song, A loud Hosanna sent from all thy works ; Which he that hears it, with a shout repeats, And adds his rapture to the general praise ! 890 In that blest moment, Nature, throwing wide Her veil opaque, discloses with a smile The author of her beauties, who, retir'd Behind his own creation, works unseen By the impure, and hears his pow'r denied : 895 Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing, they are lost, and rove At random, without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that sooths the life of man, 900 His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve. But O thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art of all thy gifts thyself the crown! Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor; 905 And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.




ARGUMENT OF THE SIXTH BOOK Bells at a distance--Their effect-A fine noon in winter-A shel

tered walk-Meditation better than books–Our familiarity with the course of Nature makes it appear less wonderful than it is The transformation that effects in a shrubbery, described -A mistake concerning the course of Nature corrected God maintains it by an unremitted act—The amusements fashionable at this hour of the day reproved—Animals happy, a delightful sight-Origin of cruelty to animals—That it is a great crime proved from Scripture-That proof illustrated by a talon A line drawn between the lawful and unlawful destruction of them-Their good and useful properties insisted on-Apology for the encomiums bestowed by the author on animals-Instances of man's extravagant praise of man-The groans of the creation shall have an end-A view taken of the restoration of all things—An invocation and an invitation of Him who shall bring it to pass—The retired man vindicated from the charge of uselessness--Conclusion.


THERE is in souls a sympathy with sounds,
And as the inind is pitch'd, the ear is pleas'd
With melting airs or martial, brisk, or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies,
How soft the musick of those village bells,
Falling at intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet, now dying all away,
Now pealing loud again, and louder still,
Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on!


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