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For the unfcented fictions of the loom;

Who, fatisfy'd with only pencil'd scenes,
Prefer to the performance of a God

Th' inferior wonders of an artist's hand.
Lovely indeed the mimic works of art,
But Nature's works far lovelier. I admire-
None more admires the painter's magic skill,
Who fhews me that which I shall never see,
Conveys a distant country into mine,

And throws Italian light on English walls:
But imitative ftrokes can do no more

Than please the eye, sweet Nature ev'ry sense.
The air falubrious of her lofty hills,

The chearing fragrance of her dewy vales,
And mufic of her woods-no works of man,
May rival these; these all bespeak a power
Peculiar, and exclufively her own.
Beneath the open sky she spreads the feast;
'Tis free to all-'tis ev'ry day renew'd;
Who fcorns it, starves deservedly at home,

He does not fcorn it, who, imprifon'd long
In fome unwholefome dungeon, and a prey
To fallow fickness, which the vapors, dank
And clammy, of his dark abode have bred,
Escapes at laft to liberty and light:
His cheek recovers foon its healthful hue,
relumines its extinguish'd fires;

His eye

He walks, he leaps, he runs-is wing'd with joy,
And riots in the fweets of ev'ry breeze.

He does not fcorn it, who has long endur'd
A fever's agonies, and fed on drugs.

Nor yet the mariner, his blood inflam'd
With acrid falts; his very heart athirst

To gaze at Nature in her green array,
Upon the fhip's tall fide he ftands, poffefs'd
With vifions prompted by intense desire :
Fair fields appear below, fuch as he left

Far diftant, fuch as he would die to find-
He feeks them headlong, and is feen no more.

The

The spleen is feldom felt where Flora reigns; The low'ring eye, the petulance, the frown,

And fullen fadness, that o'erfhade, distort,

And mar the face of beauty, when no caufe
For fuch immeafurable woe appears,

These Flora banishes, and gives the fair

Sweet fmiles, and bloom lefs tranfient than her own. It is the constant revolution, ftale

And taftelefs, of the fame repeated joys,

That palls and fatiates, and makes languid life
A pedler's pack, that bows the bearer down.
Health fuffers, and the spirits ebb; the heart
Recoils from its own choice-at the full feaft
Is famifh'd-finds no mufic in the fong,
No fmartness in the jeft, and wonders why.
Yet thousands ftill defire to journey on,

Though halt and weary of the path they tread.
The paralytic, who can hold her cards,

But cannot play them, borrows a friend's hand
To deal and fhuffle, to divide and fort

Her

Her mingled fuits and fequences, and fits.

Spectatress both and spectacle, a fad
And filent cypher, while her proxy plays.
Others are dragg'd into the crowded room
Between fupporters; and, once feated, fit
Through downright inability to rise,
Till the ftout bearers lift the corpfe again.

These speak a loud memento.

Yet ev'n these

Themselves love life, and cling to it, as he

That overhangs a torrent, to a twig.

They love it, and yet loath it; fear to die,

Yet fcorn the purposes for which they live.

Then wherefore not renounce them? No-the dread,

The flavish dread of folitude, that breeds

Reflection and remorfe, the fear of fhame,

And their invet'rate habits, all forbid.

Whom call we gay? That honor has been long The boast of mere pretenders to the name.

The innocent are gay-the lark is gay,

That

That dries his feathers, faturate with dew,

Beneath the rofy cloud, while yet the beams
Of day-spring overshoot his humble nest.
The peasant too, a witness of his fong,
Himself a fongfter, is as gay as he.

But fave me from the gaiety of those

Whofe head-aches nail them to a noon-day bed;
And fave me too from theirs whofe haggard eyes
Flash defperation, and betray their pangs
For property stripp'd off by cruel chance;

From gaiety that fills the bones with pain,
The mouth with blafphemy, the heart with woe.

The earth was made fo various, that the mind
Of defultory man, studious of change,
And pleas'd with novelty, might be indulg'd.
Prospects, however lovely, may be seen
Till half their beauties fade; the weary fight,
Too well acquainted with their smiles, flides off
Faftidious, feeking lefs familiar fcenes.

Then

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