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Shines not the surface clearer, and the waves Declare with what accumulated force
The native weight and energy of things.
Yet more: her honours where nor beauty claims A moment's disposition to rejoice
Nor shows of good the thirsty sense allure, In those delights which at a different hour From Passion's power alone our nature holds Would pass unheeded. Fair the face of Spring, Essential pleasure. Passion's fierce illapse When rural songs and odours wake the Morn, Rouzes the mind's whole fabric; with supplies To every eye; but how much more to his 90 Of daily impulse keeps the elastic powers
160 Round whom the bed of sickness long diffus'd Intensely pois'd, and polishes anew Its melancholy gloom! how doubly fair,
By that collision all the fine machine: When first with fresh-born vigour he inhales Else rust would rise, and foulness, by degrees The balmy breeze, and feels the blessed Sun Encumbering, choke at last what Heaven design'd Warm at his bosom, from the springs of life for ceaseless motion and a round of toil. Chasing oppressive damps and languid pain! -But say, does every passion thus to man
Or shall I mention, where celestial Truth Administer delight? That name indeed Her awful light discloses, to bestow
Becomes the rosy breath of Love; becomes A more majestic pomp on Beauty's frame? 99 The radiant smiles of Joy, the applauding hand For man loves knowledge, and the beams of Truth Of Admiration : but the bitter shower
170 More welcome touch his understanding's eye, That Sorrow sheds upon a brother's grave, Than all the blandishments of sound his ear, But the dumb palsy of nocturnal Fear, Than all of taste his tongue. Nor ever yet Or those consuming fires that gnaw the heart The melting rainbow's vernal-tinctur'd hues Of panting Indignation, find we there To me have shone so pleasing, as when first To move delight? Then listen while my tongue The hand of Science pointed out the path
The unalter'd will of Heaven with faithful awe In which the sun-beams gleaming from the west Reveals; what old Harmodius, wont to teach Fall on the watery cloud, whose darksome veil My early age; Harmodius, who had weigh'd Involves the orient; and that trickling shower Within his learned mind whate'er the schools Piercing throngh every crystalline convex 110 Of Wisdom, or thy lonely-whispering voice, 160 Of clustering dew-drops to their flight oppos'd, O faithful Nature ! dictate of the laws Recoil at length where concave all behind Which govern and support this mighty frame The internal surface on each glassy orb
Of universal being. Oft the hours Repells their forward passage into air;
From morn to ere have stolen unmark'd away, That thence direct they seek the radiant goal While mute attention hung upon his lips, From which their course began; and, as they strike As thus the sage his awful tale began. In different lines the gazer's obvious eye,
“ 'Twas in the windings of an ancient wood, Assume a different lustre, through the brede When spotless youth with solitude resigns Of colours changing from the splendid rose To sweet philosophy the studious day, To the pale violet's dejected hue.
120 What time pale Autumn shades the silent eve, 190 Or shall we touch that kiud access of joy, Musing I rov’d. Of good and evil much, That springs to each fair object, while we trace And much of mortal man my thought revolv'd;
Through all its fabric, Wisdom's artful aim When starting full on Fancy's gushing eye
The mournful image of Parthenia's fate,
Nor all thy lover's, all thy father's tears Her secret honours: whether in the sky, 129 | Avail'd to snatch thee from the cruel grave; The beauteous laws of light, the central powers Thy agonizing looks, thy last farewell 200 That wheel the pensile planets round the year; Struck to the inmost feeling of my soul Whether in wonders of the rolling deep,
As with the hand of Death. At once the shade Or the rich fruits of all-sustaining earth,
More horrid nodded o'er me, and the winds Or fine-adjusted springs of life and sense,
With hoarser murmuring shook the branches. Darls Ye scan the counsels of their anthor's handt. As midnight storms, the scene of human things
What, when to raise the meditated scene, Appear'd before me; deserts, burning sands, The flame of passion through the struggling soul Where the parch'd adder dies; the frozen south, Deep-kindled, shows across that sudden blaze And Desolation blasting all the west The object of its rapture, vast of size,
With rapine and with murder : tyrant Power With fiercer colours and a night of shade? 140 Here sits enthron’d with blood; the baleful charms What? like a storm from their capacious bed Of Superstition there infect the skies,
211 The sounding seas o'erwhelming, when the might And turn the Sun to horrour. Gracious Heaven! Of these eruptions, working from the depth What is the life of man? Or cannot these, Of man's strong apprehension, shakes his frame Not these portents thy awful will suffice? Even to the base; from every naked sense That, propagated thus beyond their scope, Of pain or pleasure'dissipating all
They rise to act their cruelties anew Opinion's feeble corerings, and the veil
In my afficted bosom, thus decreed Spun from the cobweb fashion of the times
The universal sensitive of pain, To bide the feeling heart? Then Nature speaks The wretched heir of evils not its own ! Her genuine language, and the words of men, 150 “ Thus I impatient; when, at once effus'd, 22. Big with the very motion of their souls,
A flashing torrent of celestial day
Burst through the shadowy void. With slow descent | That Aowery level. On the river's brink
Between two partiug cliffs his goidon orb,
And pour'd across the shadow of the hills,
That cheer'd the solen seene. My listening powers Then all the shining vision stood reveald. 230 Were aw'd, and erery thought in silence hung, A wreath of palm his ample forehead bound, And wondering expectation. Then the voice 301 And o'er his shoulder, mantling to his knee, Of that celestial power, the inystic show Flow'd the transparent robe, around his waist Declaring, thus my deep attention callid. Collected with a radiant zone of gold
« Inhabitants of Earth, to ulioin is given Ethertal : there in mystic signs cagrav’d,
The gracious ways of Providence to learn), I read his office high, and sacred name,
Receive my sayings with a stedfast earGenius of human kind. Appall'd I gaz'd
Know then, the sovereign spirit of the world, The godlike presence; for athwart his brow Though, self-collected from eternal time, Displeasure, temper'd with a mild concern, Within his own deep essence he bcheld Ink'd down reluctant on me, and his words 240 The bounds of true felicity complute; 310 Like distant thunders broke the murmuring air. Yet by inmense benignity inchin'd
“Vain are thy thoughts, O child of mortal birth! To spread around him that primeval joy And impotent thy tongue. Is thy short span Which fill'd himself, he rais'd his plastic arm, Capacious of this universal frame?
And sounded through the hollow depth of space Thy wisdom all-sufficient? Thou, alas !
The strong, creative mandate. Straight arose Dxt thou aspire to judge between the Lord These heavenly orbs, the glad abodes of life Of Nature and his works? to lift thy voice
Elusive kindled by his breath divine Against the suvereign order he decreed,
Through endless forms of being. Each inhalid All good and lovely? to blaspheme the bands From him its portion of the vital flame, Of tenderness innate, and social love, 250 In measure such, that, from the wide complex Holiest of things! by which the general orb Of co-existent orders, one might rise,
321 Of being, as by adamantine links,
One order, ail-involving and entire. Was drawn to perfect union, and sustain'd
He too beholding in the sacred light From ererlasting ? Hast thou felt the pangs Of his essential reason, all the shapes Of softening sorrow, of indignant zeal
Of swift contingence, all successive ties So grievons to the soul, as thence to wish
Of action propagated through the sum The ties of Nature broken from thy frame; Of possible existence, he at once, That so thy selfish, unrelenting heart
Down the long series of eventful time, Might cease to mourn its lot, no longer then So fix'd the dates of being, so dispos'd, The vretched heir of evils not its own? 260 To every living soul of every kind
SSO O fair benevolence of generous ininds!
The field of motion and the hour of rest,
“ He spoke; abash'd and silent I remain'd, To universal good: with full accord
Of his divine conceptions. Nor content,
“ I look'd, and lo! the former scene was chang'd; His parent-hand, with ever-new increase For verdant alleys and surrounding trees, 272 Of happiress and virtue, has adorn'd A solitary prospect, wide and wild,
The vast harmonious frame : his parent hand,
To higher scenes of being; while supply'd
Obedient swells, and every hearllong stream
Centre of souls! Nor does the faithful voice
Aright; nor is the care of Heaven withheld Blush'd o'er the cliffs, whose half-encircling mound From granting to the task proportion'd aid; 360 As in a sylvan theatre enclos'd
291 | That in their stations all may persevere
To climb the ascent of being, and approach White as the sunshine streams through vernal clouds, For ever nearer to the life divine.
Her stately form invested. Hand in hand “ "That rocky pile thou seest, that verdant lawn The immortal pair forsook the enamellid green, Fresh water'd from the mountains. Let the scene Ascending slowly. Rays of limpid light Paint in thy fancy the primeval seat
Gleam'd round their path; celestial sounds were Of man, and where the will supreme ordaind
heard, His mansion, that pavilion fair diffus'd
And through the fragrant air ethereal dews
Distill'd around them ; till at once the clouds,
Their airy veil, and left a bright expanse
440 The high communion of superior minds,
Of empyrean flame, where spent and drown'd, Of consecrated heroes and of gods.
Alicted vision plung'd in vain to scan
What object it involv’d. My feeble eyes
With dumb attention. Soon a female voice,
As watery murmurs sweet, or warbling shades, He sent whom most he lov'd, the sovereign fair, With sacred invocation thus began. The effluence of his glory, whom he plac'd
« • Father of gods and mortals! whose right arm Before bis eyes for ever to behold;
380 With reins eternal guides the moving heavens, The goddess from whose inspiration flows
Bend thy propitious ear. Bebold well pleas'd The toil of patriots, the delight of friends;
I seek to finish thy divine decree.
451 Without whose work divine, in Heaven or Earth, With frequent steps I visit yonder seat Nought lovely, nought propitious comes to pass, Of man, thy offspring; from the tender seeds Nor hope, nor praise, nor honour. Her the sire Of justice and of wisdom, to evolve Gave it in charge to rear the blooming mind, The latent honours of his generous frame; The folded powers to open, to direct
Till thy conducting hand shall raise his lot The growth luxuriant of his young desires, From Earth's dim scene to these ethereal walks, And from the laws of this inajestic world 389 The temple of thy glory. But not me, To teach him what was good. As thus the nymph Not my directing voice, he oft requires, Her daily care attended, by her side
Or hears delighted : this enchanting maid, 460 With constant steps her gay companions stay'd, The associate thou hast given me, her alone The fair Euphrosyné, the gentle queen
He loves, O Father! absent, her he craves; Of smiles, and graceful gladness, and delights And but for ber glad presence ever join'd, That cheer alike the hearts of mortal men
Rejoices not in mine: that all my hopes And powers immortal. See the shining pair ! This thy benignant purpose to fulfil, Behold, where froin his dwelling now disclos'd I deem uncertain : and my daily cares They quit their youthful charge and seek the skies.' Unfruitful all and vain, unless by thee
“ I look'd, and on the flowery turf there stood, Still further aided in the work divine.' Between two radiant forms, a smiling youth 400 “ She ceas'd; a voice more awful thus reply'd. Whose tender cheeks display'd the vernal flower • thou! in whom for ever I delight,
470 Of beauty; sweetest innocence illum'd
Fairer than all the inhabitants of Heaven, His bashful eyes, and on his polish'd brow
Best image of thy author! far from thee Sate young Simplicity. With fond regard Be disappointment, or distaste, or blame; He view'd the associates, as their steps they mov'd; Who soon or late shall every work fulfil, The younger chief his ardent eyes detain'd, And no resistance find. If man refuse With mild regret invoking her return.
To hearken to thy dictates ; or, allurid Bright as the star of evening she appear’d
By meaner joys, to any other power Amid the dusky scene. Eternal youth 409 | Transfer the honours due to thee alone; O’er all her form its glowing honours breath'd; That joy which he pursues he ne'er shall taste, And smiles eternal from her candid eyes
That power in whom delighteth ne'er behold. 490 Flow'd, like the dewy lustre of the morn
Go then, once more, and happy be thy toil: Effusive trembling on the placid waves.
Go then ! but let not this thy smiling friend The spring of Heaven had shed its blushing spoils Partake thy footsteps. In her stead, behold! To bind her sable tresses : full diffus'd
With thee the son of Nemesis I send; Her yellow mantle floated in the breeze;
The fiend abhorrd! whose vengeance takes account And in her band she wav'd a living branch
Of sacred Order's violated laws. Rich with immortal fruits, of power to calm 418 See where he calls thee, burning to be gone, The wrathful heart, and froin the brightening eyes Fierce to exhaust the tempest of his wrath To chase the cloud of sadness. More sublime On yon devoted head. But thou, my child, The heavenly partner mov'd. The prime of age Control his cruel pbrenzy, and protect 490 Compos'd her steps. The presence of a god, Thy tender charge; that when Despair shall grasp High on the circle of her brow enthron’d,
His agonizing bosom, he may learn, From each majestic motion darted awe,
Then he may learn to love the gracious hand Devoted awe! till, cherish'd by her looks
Alone sufficient in the hour of ill Benevolent and meet, confiding love
To save his feeble spirit; then confess To filial rapture soften'd all the soul.
Thy genuine honours, O excelling fair ! Free in her graceful hand she pois'd the sword When all the plagues that wait the deadly will Of chaste dominion. An heroic crown
Of this avenging demon, all the storms Display'd the old simplicity of pomp 450 Of night infernal, serve but to display Around her honour'd head. A matron's robe, The energy of thy superior charms
With mildest awe triumphant o'er his rage, Know then, for this the everlasting sire
Deprives thee of her presence, and instead,
570 “Here ceas'd that awful voice, and soon I felt O wise and still benevolent! ordains The cloudy curtain of refreshing eve
This horrid visage hither to pursue
Thy feeble spirit in this hour of ill Through murmuring thunders and a waste of From folly and despair. O yet belov'd! clouds,
Let not this headlong terrour quite o'erwhelin With dreadful action. Black as night, his brow Thy scatter'd powers; nor fatal deem the rage Relentless frowns involv'd. His savage limbs 510 Of this tormentor, nor his proud assault, With sharp impatience violent he writh’d,
While I am here to vindicate thy toil,
580 As through convulsive anguish; and his hand, Above the generous question of thy arm. Arm'd with a scorpion-lash, full oft he rais'd Brave by thy fears, and in thy weakness strong, In madness to his bosom; while his eyes
This hour he triumphs; but confront his might, Rain'd bitter tears, and bellowing loud he shook And dare him to the combat, then with ease The void with horrour. Silent by his side
Disarm’d and quell'd, his fierceness he resigns The virgin came. No discomposure stirrid To bondage and to scorn: while thus inur'd Her features. From the glooms which hung around By watchful danger, by unceasing toil, No stain of darkness mingled with the beam The immortal mind, superior to his fate, Of her divine effulgence. Now they stoop 520 Amid the outrage of external things, l'pon the river-bank; and now to hail,
Firm as the solid base of this great world, 590 His wonted guests, with eager steps advanc'd Rests on his own foundations. Blow, ye winds ! The unsuspecting inmate of the shade.
Ye waves! ye thunders! roll your tempest on; “ As when a famish'd wolf, that all night long Shake, ye old pillars of the marble sky! Had rang'd the Alpine snows, by chance at morn Till all its orbs and all its worlds of fire Sees from a cliff incumbent o'er the smoke
Be loosen'd from their seats; yet still serene, Of some lone village, a neglected kid
The unconquer'd mind looks down upon the wreck; That strays along the wild for herb or spring ; And ever stronger as the storms advance, Down from the winding ridge he sweeps amain, Firun through the closing ruin holds bis way, And thinks he tears him: so with tenfold rage, Where Nature calls him to the destin'd goa!.' The monster sprung remorseless on his prey. 531 “So spake the goddess; while through all her Amaz'd the strippling stood: with panting breast
600 Feebly he pour'd the lamentable wail
Celestial raptures flow'd, in every word, Of helpless consternation, struck at once,
In every motion kindling warmth divine And rooted to the ground. The queen beheld To seize who listen'd. Vehement and swift, His terroar, and with looks of tenderest care As lightning fires the aromatic shade Advanc'd to save him. Soon the tyrant felt In Ethiopian fields, the strippling felt Her awful power. His keen, tempestuous arm Her inspiration catch his fervid soul, Hang nerveless, nor descended where his rage And starting from his languor thus exclaim'd: Had aim'd the deadly blow: then dumb retir'd ««• Then let the trial come! and witness thou, With sullen rancour. Lo! the sovran maid 541 If terrour be upon me; if I shrink Folds with a mother's arms the fainting boy, To meet the storm, or faulter in my strength Till life rekindles in bis rosy cheek;
When hardest it besets me. Do not think 611 Then grasps his hands, and cheers him with her That I am fearful and infirm of soul, tongue.
As late thy eyes beheld: for thou hast chang'd “O wake thee, rouse thy spirit! Shall the spite My nature; thy commanding voice has wak'd Of yon tormentor thus appal thy heart,
My languid powers to bear me boldly on, While I, thy friend and guardian, amr at hand Where'er the will divine my path ordains To rescue and to heal? O let thy soul
Through toil or peril: only do not thou Remember, what the will of Heaven ordains Forsake me; O be thou for ever near, Is ever good for all; and if for all,
550 | That I may listen to thy sacred voice, Then good for thee. Nor only by the warmth And guide by thy decrees my constant feet.
620 And soothing sunshine of delightful things
But say, for ever are my eyes bereft? Do minds grow up and flourish. Oft misled Say, shall the fair Euphrosyné not once By that bland light, the young unpractis'd views Appear again to charm me? Thou, in Heaven ! Of reason wander through a fatal road,
O thou eternal arbiter of things ! Far from their native aim; as if to lie
Be thy great bidding done: for who am I, Inglorious in the fragrant shade, and wait
To question thy appointment? Let the frowns The soft access of ever-circling joys,
Of this avenger every morn o'ercast Were all the end of being. Ask thyself,
The cheerful dawn, and every evening damp This pleasing errour did it never lull
560 With double night my dwelling; I will learn Thy wishes? Has thy constant heart refus'd To hail them both, and unrepining bear 650 The silken fetters of delicious ease?
His hateful presence: but permit my tongue Or when divine Euphrosyné appear'd
One glad request, and if my deeds may find Within this dwelling, did not thy desires
T'hy awful eye propitious, O restore Hang far below the measure of thy fate,
The rosy-featur'd maid, again to cheer Which I reveal'd before thee? and thy eyes, This lonely seat, and bless me with her smiles.' Impatient of my counsels, turn away
“ He spoke; when instant through the sable To drink the soft effusion of aer smiles ?
With which that furious presence had involv'd Drops lifeless down: 0! deemest thou indeed The ambient air, a flood of radiance came
No kind endearment here by Nature given, Swist as the lightning flash; the melting clouds To mutual terrour and Compassion's tears? Flew diverse, and amid the blue serene 640 No sweetly-melting softness which attracts, Euphrosyné appear'd. With sprightly step O’er all that edge of pain, the social powers 710 The nymph alighted on the irriguous lawn, To this their proper action and their end? And to her wondering audience thus began.
-- Ask thy own heart; when at the midnight “ Lo! I am here to answer to your vows,
hour, And be the meeting fortunate! I come
Slow through that studious gloom thy pausing eye, With joyful tidings; we shall part no more Led by the glimmering taper, moves around Hark! how the gentle Echo froin her cell
The sacred volumes of the dead, the songs Talks through the cliffs, and murmuring o'er the Of Grecian bards, and records writ by Fame stream
For Grecian heroes, where the present power Repeats the accents—we shall part no more. Of Heaven and Earth surveys the immortal page, o my delightful friends! well pleas'd on high 650 Even as a father blessing, while he reads The father has beheld you, while the might The praises of his son. If then thy soul, 720 Of that stern foe with bitter trial prov'd
Spurning the yoke of these inglorious days, Your equal doings; then for ever spake
Mix in their deeds and kindle with their flame; The high decree : That thou, celestial maid ! Say, when the prospect blackens on thy view, Howe'er that grisly phantom on thy steps
When rooted from the base, heroic states May sometimes dare intrude, yet never moro Mourn in the dust, and tremble at the frown Shalt thou, descending to the abode of man, Of curst Ambition : when the pious band Alone endure the rancour of his arm,
Of youths who fought for freedom and their sires, Or leave thy lov'd Euphrosyné behind.'
Lie side by side in gore; when ruffian Pride “She ended; and the whole romantic scene 660 Usurps the throne of Justice, turns the pomp Immediate vanishd; rocks, and woods, and rills, Of public power, the majesty of rule, The mantling tent, and each mysterious form, The sword, the laurel, and the purple robe, Flew like the pictures of a morning dream, To slavish empty pageants, to adorn When sunshine fills the bed. A while I stood A tyrant's walk, and glitter in the eyes Perplex'd and giddy ; till the radiant power Of such as bow the knee; when honour'd urns Who bade the visionary landscape rise,
Of patriots and of chiefs, the awful bust As up to him I turn'd, with gentlest looks
And storied arch, to glut the coward-age Preventing my inquiry, thus began.
Ot regal Envy, strew the public way “ • There let thy soul acknowledge its complaint With hallow'd ruins; when the Musc's haunt, How blind! how impious! There behold the ways The marble porch where Wisdom wont to talk Of Heaven's eternal destiny to man,
671 With Socrates or Tully, hears no more, For ever just, benevolent, and wise :
Save the hoarse jargon of contentious monks, That Virtue's awful steps, howe'er pursued Or female superstition's midnight prayer; By vexing Fortune and intrusive Pain,
When ruthless Rapine from the hand of Time Should never be divided from her chaste,
Tears the destroying scythe, with surer blow
Expands his raven-wings, and up the wall,
680 Hisses the gliding spake through hoary weeds Of passion, swelling with distress and pain
That clasp the mouldering column; thus detacid, To mitigate the sharp with gracious drops
Thus widely mournful when the prospect thrills Of cordial pleasure? Ask the faithful youth, Thy beating bosom, when the patriot's tear 750 Why the cold urn of her wbom long he lov'd Starts from thine eye, and thy extended arm So often fills his arms; so often draws
In fancy hurls the thunderbolt of Jove His lonely footsteps at the silent hour,
To fire the impious wreath on Philip's brow, To pay the mournful tribute of his tears?
Or dash Octavius from the trophied car; O! he will tell thee, that the wealth of worlds Say, does thy secret soul repine to taste Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego 689 The big distress? Or would'st thou then exchange That sacred hour, when, stealing from the noise Those heart-ennobling sorrows for the lot Of care and envy, sweet remembrance soothes Of him who sits amid the gaudy herd
Of servitude and folly, have not yet,