Obvious or more remote, with livelier sense, Diffusive painted on the rapid mind. Tutored by thee, hence Poetry exalts Her voice to ages; and informs the page With music, image, sentiment, and thought, Never to die; the treasure of mankind, Their highest honor, and their truest joy! Without thee what were unenlightened man? A savage, roaming through the woods and wilds In quest of prey, and with the unfashioned fur Rough-clad; devoid of every finer art, And elegance of life. Nor happiness Domestic, mixed of tenderness and care, Nor moral excellence, nor social bliss, Nor guardian law, were his; nor various skill To turn the furrow, or to guide the tool Mechanic; nor the Heaven-conducted prow Of navigation bold, that fearless braves The burning line or dares the wintry pole, Mother severe of infinite delights! Nothing, save rapine, indolence, and guile, And woes on woes, a still-revolving train, Whose horrid circle had made human life Than non-existence worse: but, taught by thee, Ours are the plans of policy, and peace ; Swells out, and bears the inferior world along. Of the Sole Being right, who spoke the word, And Nature moved complete. With inward view, Thence on the ideal kingdom swift she turns To reason then, deducing truth from truth, The final issue of the works of God, Cambridge: Printed by Welch, Bigelow, & Co. |