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In infinite progression.-But I lose

Alike, the foolish and the vain Myself in Him, in light ineffable!

Are strangers to the sense humane. Coine then, expressive silence, muse his praise.

7. 19. Hymn to Humanity. Langhorne. O for that sympathetic glow 1.

Which taught the holy tear to flow, PARENT of virtue, if thine ear

When the prophetic eye survey'd Attend not now to sorrow's cry;

Sion in future ashes laid ;
If now the pity-streaming tear

Or, rais'd to heaven, implor'd the bread
Should haply on thy cheek be dry; That thousands in the desert fed !
Indulge my votive strain, O sweet humanity! Or, when the heart o'er friendship's grave
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Sigh’dmand forgot its power to save
Come, ever welcome to my breast!

O for that sympathetic glow A tender, but a cheerful

Which taught thy holy tear to flow. guest. Nor always in the gloomy cell

8. Of life-consuming sorrow dwell;

It comes : it fills my labouring breast, For sorrow, long indulg'd and slow,

I feel my beating heart opprest. Is to Humanity a foe;

Oh! hear that lonely widow's wail ! And grief, that makes the heart its prey, See her dim eye! her aspect pale ! Wears Sensibility away ;

To heaven she turns in deep despair, Then comes, sweet nymph, instead of thee, Her infants wonder at her prayer, The gloomy fiend, Stupidity.

And, mingling tears they know not why,

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their little hands, and cry.

up O may that fiend be banished far,

O God! their moving sorrows see ! Though passions hold eternal war!

Support them, sweet Humanity! Nor ever let me cease to know

9. The pulse that throbs at joy or woe.

Life, filled with grief's distressful train, Nor let my vacant cheek be dry,

For ever asks the tear humane. When sorrow fills a brother's eye;

Behold in yon unconscious grove Nor may the tear that frequent Aows

The victims of ill-fated love! From private or from social woes,

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that agonizing throe? E'er make this pleasing sense depart:

Sure this is not romantic woe! Ye Cares, O harden not my heart!

The golden day of joy is o'er ; 4.

And now they part-to mcet no more. If the fair star of fortune smile,

Assist them, hearts from anguish free! Let not its Aattering power beguile;

Assist them, sweet Humanity! Nor, borne along the fav’ring tide,

10. My full sails swell with bloating pride. Parent of virtue, if thine ear Let me from wealth but hope content,

Attend not now to Sorrow's cry; Remembering still it was but lent;

If now the pity-streaming tear To modest merit spread my store,

Should haply on thy cheek be dry, Unbar my hospitable door;

Indulge my votive strain, O sweet Humanity! Nor feed, for pomp, an idle train, While want unpitied pines in vain.

$ 20. EPISTLE II. 5.

To William Langhorne, M.A. 1760. If Heaven, in every purpose wise,

Light heard his voice, and, eager to obey, The envied lot of wealth denies;

From all her orient fountains burst away. If doom'd to drag life's painful load

At Nature's birth, () ! had the Power Divine Through poverly's uneven road,

Commanded thus the moral sun to shine, And, for ihe due bread of the day,

Beain'don the mind all reason's influence bright, Destin'd to toil as well as pray;

And the full day of intellectual light, To thee, Humanity, still true,

Then the free soulon Trith's strong pivion borne, I'll wish the good I cannot do ; And give the wretch, that passes by,

Had never languish'd in this shade forlorn.

Yet thus imperfect form’d, thus blind and vain, A soothing word—a tearma sigh.

Doom'd by long toil a gliinpse of truth to gain ; 6.

Beyond its sphere shall human wisdom go, Howe'er exalted, or deprest,

And boldly censure what it cannot know? Be ever mine the feeling breast.

"T'is ours to cherish what Heav'n deign'd to give, From me remove the stagnant mind

And thankful for the gift of being live. Of languid indolence, reclined;

Progressive powers, and faculties that rise The soul that one long sabbath keeps, From earth's low vale, to grasp the golden skies, And through the sun's whole circle sleeps ; Though distant far from perfect, good, or fair, Dull Peace, that dwells in Folly's eye, Claim the due thought, and ask the grateful And self-attending Vanity.

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Come, then, thou partner of my life and name, O! still censorious ? art thou then possest From one dear source, whom Nature form'd the Of reason's power, and does she rule thy breast? same,

Say what the use-had Providence assign'd Ally'd more nearly in each nobler part, To infant years inaturity of mind? And more the friend, than brother of my heart! That thy pert offspring, as their father wise, Let us, unlike the lucid twins that rise

Might scorn thy precepts, and thy pow'r deAt different times, and shine in distant skies,

spise? With mutual eye this mental world survey, Or mourn, with ill-match'd faculties at strife, Mark the slow rise of intellectual day, O'er limbs unequal to the task of life? View reason's source, if man the source may find, To feel more sensibly the woes that wait And trace each science that exalts the mind. On every period, as on every state;

“ Thou seli-appointed lord of all below! And slight, sad convicts of each painful truth, Ambitious man, how little dost thou know? The happier trifles of unthinking youth? For once let Fancy's towering thoughts subside, Conclude we then the progress of the mind Look on thy birth, and mortify thy pride! Ordain'd by wisdom infinitely kind : A plaintive wretch, so blind, so helpless born, No innate knowledge on the soul imprest, The brute sagacious might behold with scorn. No birthright instinct acting in the breast, How soon, when Nature gives him to the day, No natal light, no beam froin Heav'n display'd, In strength exulting, does he bound away; Dart through the darkness of the mental shade. By instinct led, the fostering teat he finds, Perceptive powers we hold from Heav’n’s decree, Sports in the ray, and shuns the searching winds. Alike to knowledge as to virtue free; No grief he knows, he feels no groundless fear, In both a liberal agency we bear, Feeds without cries, and sleeps without a tear. The moral here, the intellectual there; Did he but know to reason and compare, And hence in both an equal joy is known, See here the vassal, and the master there, The conscious pleasure of an act our own. What strange reflections must the scene afford, When first the trembling eye receives the day, That shew'd the weakness of his puling lord!"/ External forms on young perception play ;

Thus sophistry unfolds her specious plan, External forms affect the mind alone, Form d not to humble, but depreciate man. Their diffrent pow’rs and properties unknown. Unjust the censure, if unjust to rate

See the pleas'd infant court the flaming brand, His pow'rs and merits from his infant-state. Eager to grasp the glory in its hand! For, grant the children of the flow'ry vale The crystal wave as eager to pervade, By instinct wiser, and of limbs more hale, Stretch'its fond arms to meet the smiling shade! With equal eye their perfect state explore, When Memory's call the mimic words obey, And all the vain comparison's no more. And wing the thought that falters on its way; “ Bat why should' life, so short by Heav'n Wien wise experience her slow verdict draws, ordain'd,

The sure effect exploring in the Cause, Be long to thoughtless in fancy restrain'd- In Nature's rude, but not unfruitful wild,

To thoughtless infancy, or vainly sage, Reflection springs, and Reason is her child. Mourn through the languors of declining age?". On her fair stock the blooming scyon grows,

O blind to truth! to Nature's wisdoin blind! And brighter through revolving seasons blows. And all that she directs, or Heav'n design'd! All beauteous flower! immortal shalt thou Behoid her works in cities, plains, and groves,

shine, Or life that vegetates, and life that moves ! When dim with age yon golden orbs decline; In due proportion, as each being stays

Thy orient bloon, unconscious of decay, In perfect life, it rises and decays

Shall spread, and flourish in eternal day. Is man long helpless ? Through each tender O! with what art, my friend, what early care, hour,

Should wisdom cultivate a plant so fair ! See love parental watch the blooming flow'r ! How should her eye the rip'ning mind revise, By op'ning charms, by beauties fresh display'd, And blast the buds of folly as they rise ! And sweets unfolding, see that love repaid ! How should her hand with industry restrain

Has age its pains ? For luxury it may- The thriving growth of passion's fruitful train, The temp'rate wear insensibly away,

Aspiring weeds, whose lofty arms would tow'r While sage experience and reflection clear With fatal shade o'er reason's tender flow'r ! Beam a gay sunshine on life's fading year. From low pursuits the ductile mind to save,

But see from age, from infant weakness see, Creeds that contract, and vices that enslave; That man was destin'd for society;

O'er life's rough seas its doubtful course to steer, There from those ills a safe retreat behold, Unbroke by av'rice, bigotry, or fear ! Which young might vanquish, or afflict him old. For this fair Science spreads her light afar,

“ That, in proportion as each being stays And fills the bright urn of her eastern star. In perfect life, it rises and decays,

The liberal power in no sequester'd cells, Is Nature's law-to forms alone confund, No moonshine-courts of dreaming schoolmen The laws of matter act not on the mind.

dwells ; Too feebly, sure, its faculties must grow, Distinguish'd far her lofty temple stands, And Reason brings her borrow'd light too slow." | Where the tall mountain looks o'er distant lands,

All round her throne the graceful arts appear, To know but this, that Thou art good,
That boast the empire of the eye or ear.

And that myself am blind.
See favour'd first, and nearest to the throne,

Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
By the rapt mien of musing Silence known,
Fled from herself, the Pow'r of Numbers plac'd And, binding nature fast in fate,

To see the good from ill;
Her wild thoughts watch'd by Harmony and Left free the human will.

Taste.
There (but at distance never meant to vie),

What conscience dictates to be done,
The full-forin'd image glancing on her eye,

Or warns me not to do, See lively Painting! on her various face,

This teach me more than hell to shun,

That more than heav'n pursue.
Quick-gliding forms a moment find a place ;
She looks, she acts the character she gives, What blessings thy free bounty gives
And a new feature in each feature lives.

Let me not cast away;
See Attic ease in Sculpture's graceful air, For God is paid when man receives,
Half loose her rube, ana half unbound her hair; T enjoy is to obey.
To life, to life, she smiling seems to call,

Yet not to earth's contracted span
And down her fair hands negligently fall.
Last, but not meanest, of the glorious choir, Or think Thee Lord alone of man,

Thy goodness let me bound,
See Music, list'ning to an angel's lyre.

When thousand worlds are round.
Simplicity, their beauteous handmaid, drest
By Nature, bears a field-Aower on her breast. Let not this weak, unknowing hand
O Arts divine! O magic Powers that more

Presume thy bolts to throw,
The springs of truth, enlarging truth and love! And deal damnation round the land
Lost in their charms each mean attachment ends,

On each I judge thy foe.
And Taste and Knowledge thus are Virtue's If I am right, thy grace impart,
friends.

Still in the right to stay ;
Thus nature deigns to sympathize with art, if I am wrong, oh teach my heart
And leads the moral beauty to the heart: To find that better way.
There, only there, that strong attraction lies,

Save me alike from foolish pride,
Which makes the soul, and bids her graces rise,

Or impious discontent, Lives in those powers of harmony that bind

Ataught thy wisdomn has deny'd, Congenjal hearts, and stretch from mind to

Or aught thy goodness lent. mind: Glow'd in that warmth, that social kindness gave,

Teach me to feel another's woe, Which once the rest is silence and the

To hide the fault I see;

grave.
O tears, that warm from wounded friendship That mercy I to others show,
flow!

That mercy show to me.
O thoughts, that wake to monuments of woe! Mean tho I am, not wholly so,
Reflection keen, that points the painful dart; Since quicken'd by thy breath ;
Mem'ry, that speeds its passage to the heart; O lead me wheresoe'er I
Sad monitors, your cruel power suspend,

Thro' this day's life, or death.
And hide, for ever hide, ihe buried friend :

This day, be bread and peace my

lot:
In rain-confest I see my Craufurd stand, All else beneath the sun,
And the pen falls-falls from my trembling hand; Thou knoxy'st is best bestow'd or not;
E'en death's dim shadow seeks to hide, in vain,

And let thy will be done.
That lib'ral aspect, and that sinile humane;
Een Death's dim shadow wears a languid light, To Thee, whose temple is all space,
And his eye beams through everlasting night.

Whose altar, earth, sea, skies!
Till the last sigh of Genius shall expire,

Onc chorus let all Being raise !
His keen eye faded, and extinct his fire,

All Nature's incense rise!
Till time, in league with Envy and with Death,
Blast the skill'd hand, and stop the tuneful breath,

$ 22. Messiah, a Sacred Ecloguc. Pope. My Craufurd still shall claim the mournful song,

Ye Nymphs of Solyma ! begin the song ; So long remember d, and bewail'd so long. To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong.

The mossy fountains and the sylvan shades, $21. The Universal Prayer. Pope. The dreanis of Pindus and the Aonian maids, Deo Opt. Mar.

Delight no more.-0 Thou my voice inspire, FATHER Of All! in ev'ry age,

Who touch'd Isaiah's hallowed lips with fire! In ev'ry clime, ador'd,

Rapt into future times, the bard begun :By Saint, by Savage, and by Sage,

A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son!

From Jesse's root behold a branch arise, Jehovah,'Jove, or Lordi

Whose sacred flow's with fragrance fills the skies; Thou great First Cause, least understood, Th' ethereal Spirit o'er its leaves shall move; Who all my sense contin'd

And on its top descends the mystic Dove.

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Ye heav'ns ! from high the dewy nectar pour, The lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant
And in soft silence shed the kindly show'r ! And boys in flowry bands the tiger lead : [mead,
The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid, The steer and lion at one crib shall meet,
From storms a shelter, and from heat a shade. And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet.
All crimessballcease, and ancient fraud shall fail, The siniling in fant in his hand shall take
Returning Justice lift aloft her scale ;

The crested basilisk and speckled snake,
Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend, Pleas'd the green lustre of their scales survey,
And white rob’d Innoceuce from heav'n descend. And with their forky tongue shall innocently
Swift Ay the years, and rise th’expected morn! play.
Oh spring to light, auspicious Babe, be born! Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise !
See Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, Exalt thy tow'ry head, and lift thy eyes ;
With all the incense of the breathing spring: See a long race thy spacious courts adorn;
See lofty Lebanon his head advance,

See future sous and daughters, yet unborn, See nodding forests on the mountains dance ; In crowding ranks on ev'ry side arise, See spicy clouds from lowly Saron rise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies ! And Carmel's flow'ry top perfumes the skies ! See barb'rous nations at thy gates attend, Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers ; Walk in thy light, and in thy tenple bend; Prepare the way! a God, a God appears! See thy bright altars throngʻd with prostraté A God, a God! the vocal hills reply;

kings, The rocks proclain th' approaching Deity. And heap'd with products of Sabean springs ! Lo, earth receives him from the bending skies ! For thee Idume's spicy forests blow, Sink down, ye mountains, and, ye valleys, rise! And seeds of gold in Ophir’s mountains glow. With heads declin'd, ye cedars, homage pay ; See heav'n its sparkling portals wide display, Be smooth, ye rocks; ye rapid foods, give way! And break upon thee in a flood of day. The Saviour comes ! by ancient bards foretold; No more the rising sun shall gild the morn, Hear hiin, ye deaf ! and, all ye blind behold ! Nor ev'ning Cynthia fill her silver horn, He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, But lost, dissolvd in thy superior rays, And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day: One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze, [shine "Tis he th' obstructed piths of sound shall clear, O’erflow thy courts : the Light himself shall And bid new njusic charm th' unfolding ear; Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine! The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, And leap exulting, like the bounding roe.

Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away; Nosigh, no murinur, the wide world shall hear: But fix'd his word, his saving pow'r remains : From ev'ry face he wipes off ev'ry tear. Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah In adamantine chains shall death' be bound, reigns ! And hell's griin tyrant feel th' eternal wound. As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care,

§ 23. The Prize of Virtue. Pope. Seeks freshest pasture, and the purest air, What nothing earthly gives or can destroy, Explores the lost, the wand'ring sheep directs, The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy, By day o'ersees them, and by night protects; Is Virtue's prize : a better would fix? The tender lambs be raises in bis arms, Then give Humility a coach-and-six, Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms; Justice a conqueror's sword, or Truth a gown, Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage, Or Public Spirit its great cure, a crown. The promis’d Father of the future age. Weak, foolish Man! will Hear'n reward us there No more shall nation against nation rise, With the same trash mad mortals wish for here? Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes, The boy and man an individual makes, Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o’er, Yet sigh’st thou now for apples and for cakes? The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more ; Go, like the Indian, in another life But useless lances into scythes shall bend, Expect thy dog, thy bottle, and thy wife! And the broad faulchion in a plough-share end. As well as dream such trifles are assign'd, Then palaces shall rise: the joyful son As toys and empires for a godlike mind; Shall finish what his short-liv'd sire begun: Rewards, that either would to Virtue bring Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield, No joy, or be destructive of the thing: And the same hand that sow'd, shall reap the field. How oft by these at sixty are undone The swain in barren deserts, with surprise, The virtues of a saint at twenty-one! Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise; To whom can riches give repute or trust, And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear Content or pleasure, but the good and just ? New falls of water murmuring in his ear. Judges and Senates have been bought for gold; On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, Esteem and love were never to be sold. The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods, Oh fool; to think God hates the worthy mind, Waste sandy valleys, once perplex'd with thorn, The lover, and the love of human kind, The spiry fír and shapely box adorn:

Whose life is healthful, and whose conscience To leafless shrubs the fow’ring palms succeed, clear, And od’rous myrtle to the noisome weed. Because he wants a thousand pounds a-year.

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§ 24. An Elegy, written in a Country Church-| Full many a flow'r is born to blush unseen. Yard. Gray.

And waste its sweetness on the desert air. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, Some village-Hampden, thatwith dauntless breast

The lowing herd winds slowly o’er the lea, The little tyrant of his fields withstood; The plowman homeward plods his weary way, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest.

And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Now fades the glimm’ring landscape on the sight, Th’applause of list'ning senates to command, And all the air a solemn stillness holds,

The threats of pain and ruin to despise, Save where the beetle wheels his drony flight, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ;

And read their hist’ry in a nation's eyes, Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r, Their lot forbade: nor circumscrib'd alone {find;

The moping owl does to the Moon complain Their growing virtues, but their crimes conOf such, as wand'ring near her secret bow'r, Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, Molest her antient solitary reign.

And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,

Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, [heap, | Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride

The fude forefathers of the hamlet slecp. With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. The breezy callofincense-breathing morn, (shed, Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built

Their sober wishes never learn’d to stray; The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, Along the cool sequester'd vale of life,

Nomore shall rouse them from their lowly bed They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Yet ev'n these bones from insult to protect,

Or busy housewife ply her evening care, Some frail memorial still erected nigh, Nor children run to lisp their sire's return,

With uncouth rhimes and shapeless sculpture Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Implores the passing tribe of a sigh. (deck'd, Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield; Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd

Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; The place of faine and elegy supply : [muse,
How jocund did they drive their teams afield ! And many a holy text around she strews,
How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy

That teach the rustic moralist to die.
stroke:

For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, Let not ambition mock their useful toil, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd,

Their homely joys and destiny obscure; Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile, Nor cast one longing, ling’ring look behind ?

The short and simple annals of the poor. On some fond breast the parting soul relies, The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,

Some pious drops the closing eye requires; And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Ev'n from the tomb, the voice of nature cries, Await, alike, th' inevitable hour;

Evin in our ashes live their wonted fires. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;

If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, If, chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Where thro' the long-drawn aisle and fretted Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate.

vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.

Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,

« Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn, Can storied urn, or animated bust,

Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? To meet the sun upon the upland lawn : Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust,

There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?

That wreaths its old fantastic roots so high, Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid

His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; And pore upon the brook that bubbles by. Hands, that the rod of empire might havesway'd, Hard by yon wood, now smiling, as in scorn, Or wak d to ecstasy the living lyre.

Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove; But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,

Rich with the spoils of Time, did ne'er unroll; Or craz'd with care, or cross’d in hopeless love. Chill Penury repress’d their noble rage, One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, And frozé the genial current of the soul.

Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree : Full many a gem of purest ray serene, Another came; nor yet beside the rill,

The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear; Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;

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