Her folid grandeur rife: hence the commands Blaft Fancy's bloom, and wither ev'n the foul. 425 430 435 440 Of sharpening fcythe: the mower finking heaps Through the dumb mead. Distressful nature pants. Or, through th' unfhelter'd glade, impatient seem 450 All-conquering Heat, oh, intermit thy wrath! And on my throbbing temples potent thus Beam not fo fierce! Inceffant ftill you flow, And And ftill another fervent flood fucceeds, Unfatisfied and fick, toffes in noon : 455 460 Emblem inftructive of the virtuous man, 465 Who keeps his temper'd mind ferene and pure, And every paffion aptly harmoniz'd, Amid a jarring world with vice inflam'd. Welcome, ye fhades! ye bowery thickets, hail! Ye lofty pines! ye venerable oaks! 470 Ye ashes wild, refounding o'er the steep! Delicious is your fhelter to the foul, As to the hunted hart the fallying spring, Or ftream full-flowing, that his fwelling fides 475 Cool, through the nerves, your pleafing comfort glides; The heart beats glad; the fresh-expanded eye And ear refume their watch; the finews knit; And life fhoots fwift through all the lighten'd limbs. Around th' adjoining brook, that purls along 4S The vocal grove, now fretting o'er a rock, Now scarcely moving through a reedy pool, Gently Gently diffus'd into a limpid plain; A various groupe the herds and flocks compose, 485 Rural confufion! on the graffy bank Some ruminating lie; while others ftand Half in the flood, and, often bending, sip The circling furface. In the middle droops The ftrong laborious ox, of honest front, 490 Which incompos'd he shakes; and from his fides Returning still. Amid his subjects safe, Slumbers the monarch-fwain; his careless arm Thrown round his head, on downy mofs fuftain'd; 495 Here laid his fcrip, with wholesome viands fill'd; There, listening every noise, his watchful dog. Light fly his flumbers, if perchance a flight While, from their labouring breasts, a hollow moan Oft in this season too the horse, provok'd, 500 505 While his big finews full of spirits fwell, Trembling with vigour, in the heat of blood, Springs the high fence; and, o'er the field effus'd, Darts on the gloomy flood, with stedfast eye, 510 And heart eftrang'd to fear: his nervous cheft, Luxuriant, and erect! the feat of strength! Bears down th' oppofing stream: quenchless his thirst; He He takes the river at redoubled draughts; And with wide noftrils, fnorting, skims the wave. 515 ftep, These are the haunts of Meditation, these 520 Convers'd with angels and immortal forms, 525 On gracious errands bent: to fave the fall Of virtue ftruggling on the brink of vice; In waking whispers, and repeated dreams, To hint pure thought, and warn the favour'd foul 530 Το prompt the poet, who devoted gives His Mufe to better themes; to foothe the pangs Of dying worth, and from the patriot's breast (Backward to mingle in detested war, But foremost when engag'd) to turn the death; 539 Daily, and nightly, zealous to perform. Shook fudden from the bosom of the sky, A thousand shapes or glide athwart the dusk, 540 A facred terror, a fevere delight, Creep through my mortal frame; and thus, methinks, A voice, than human more, th' abstracted ear Of Of fancy ftrikes. "Be not of us afraid, 545 550 "Where purity and peace immingle charms. "Then fear not us; but with refponfive fong, "Amid thefe dim receffes, undisturb'd "By noify folly and difcordant vice, "Of Nature fing with us, and Nature's God. 555 "Here frequent, at the vifionary hour, "When musing midnight reigns or filent noon, "Angelic harps are in full concert heard, "And voices chaunting from the wood-crown'd hill, "The deepening dale, or inmoft fylvan glade : 560 "A privilege bestow'd by us, alone, "On Contemplation, or the hallow'd ear "Of Poet, fwelling to feraphic strain." And art thou, *Stanley, of that facred band? Alas, for us too foon! Though rais'd above ; 565 570 A young lady, who died at the age of eighteen, in Thy the year 1738. See her epitaph in Vol. II. |