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Thus Heaven enlarg'd his soul in riper years. of elegance as yet he took no care ;
And Edwin gain'd at last this fruit so rare :
By chance, or search, was offer'd to his view, Yet deem they darkness light, and their vain blun. He scano'd with curious and romantic eye. ders wit.
Whate'er of lore tradition could supply
From Gothic tale, or song, or fable old, Nor was this ancient dame a foe to mirth:
Rous'd him, still keen to listen and to pry. Her ballad, jest, and riddle's quaint device
At last, though long by penury controlld. Oft cheer'd the shepherds round their social hearth; And solitude, her soul his graces 'gan calod Whom levity or spleen could ne'er entice To purchase chat, or laughter, at the price
Thus on the chill Lapponian's dreary land, of decency. Nor let it faith exceed,
For many a long monih lost in snow prosound, That Nature forms a rustic taste so nice.
When Sol from Cancer sends the season band. Ah! had they been of court or city breed,
And in their northern cave the storms are bead; Such delicacy were right marvellous indeed. From silent mountains, straight, with startling cod
Torrents are hurl'd; green hills emerge; and Oft when the winter storm had ceas'd to rave, The trees with foliage, clills with flowers are round: He roam'd the snowy waste at even, to view Pure rills through vales of verdure warbling : The cloud stupendous, from th' Atlantic wave And wonder, love, and joy, the peasant's heari o erir High-towering, sail along th' horizon blue : Where, 'midst the changeful scenery, ever new, Here pause, my Gothic lyre, a little while. Fancy a thousand wondrous forms descries,
The leisure hour is all that thou canst claim More wildly great than ever pencil drew,
| But on this verse if Montague should smile, Rocks, torrents, gulfs, and shapes of giant size. New strains ere-long shall animate thy frame. And glitt'ring cliffs on cliffs, and fiery ramparts And her applause to me is more than fame ; rise.
For still with truth accords her taste refind.
At lucre or renown let others aim,
Of chance or change O let not man complain, And o'er Heav'n's rending arch the ratiling thunder
dor Else shall he never, never cease to wail;
For, from the imperial dome, to where the swell ran.
Rears the lone cottage in the silent dale, Responsive to the sprightly pipe, when all
All feel th' assault of Fortune's fickle gale ; In sprightly dance the village youth were join'd,
Art, empire, Earth itself, to change are doomd: Edwini, of melody aye held in thrall,
Earthquakes have rais'd to Heaven the burntle role From the rude gambol far remote reclin'd,
| And gulls the mountain's mighty mass entorbti Sooth'd with the soft notes warbling in the wind. And where th' Atlantic rolls, wide continens as Ah then, all jollity seem'd noise and folly,
bloom'd.* To the pure soul by Fancy's fire refind,
But sure to foreign climes we need not range, Ah, what is mirth but turbulence unholy,
Nor search the ancient records of our race, When with the charm compard of heavenly melan-To learn the dire effects of time and change, choly !
Which in ourselves, alas! we daily trace.
Yet at the darken'd eye, the wither'd face, Is there a heart that music cannot melt?
Or hoary hair, I never will repine : Alas! how is that rugged heart forlorn;
But spare, O Time, whate'er of mental grice, Is there, who ne'er those mystic transports felt
Of candor, love, or sympathy divine, Of solitude and melancholy born?
Whate'er of fancy's ray or friendship's flame 18 He needs not woo the Muse; he is her scorn. The sophist's rope of cobweb he shall twine;
So I, obsequious to Truth's dread command, Mope o'er the schoolman's peevish page; or mour, Shall here without reluctance change my lay. And delve for life in Mammon's dirty mine;
And smite the Gothic lyre with harsher hand; Sneak with the scoundrel fox, or grunt with glutton
Now when I leave that flowery path for aye swine.
Of childhood, where I sported many a day,
Warbling and sauntering carelessly along; For Edwin, Fate a nobler doom had plann'd;
Where every face was innocent and gay,
Each vale romantic, tuneful every tongue,
Sweet, wild, and artless all, as Edwin's infant song, His infant Muse, though artless, was not mute :
* See Plato's Timeus.
" Perish the lore that deadens young desire," • Vain man! is grandeur giv'n to gay attire? Is the soft tenor of my song no more.
Then let the butterfly thy pride upbraid : Edwin, tho' lov'd of Heaven, must not aspire To friends, attendants, armies, bought with hire ? To bliss, which mortals never knew before.
It is thy weakness that requires their aid : On trembling wings let youthful fancy soar, To palaces, with gold and gems inlaid ? Nor always haunt the sunny realms of joy :
They fear the thief, and tremble in the storm : But now and then the shades of life explore ; To hosts, through carnage who to conquest wade ? Though many a sound and sight of woe annoy, Behold the victor vanquish'd by the worm! And many a qualm of care his rising hopes destroy. Behold, what deeds of woe the locust can perform! Vigor from toil, from trouble patience grows.
"True dignity is his, whose tranquil mind The weakly blossom, warm in summer-bower,
Virtue has rais'd above the things below; Some tints of transient beauty may disclose;
Who, every hope and fear to Heaven resign'd, But soon it withers in the chilling hour.
Shrinks not, ihough Fortune aim her deadliest blow." Mark yonder oaks! Superior to the power
This strain from 'midst the rocks was heard to flow, Of all the warring winds of Heaven, they rise,
In solemn sounds. Now beam'd the evening star; And from the stormy promontory tower,
And from embattled clouds emerging slow And toss their giant arms amid the skies,
Cynthia came riding on her silver car; While each assailing blast increase of strength sup- and hoary mountain-cliffs shone faintly from afar.
plies. And now the downy cheek and deepen'd voice
Soon did the solemn voice its theme renew : Gave dignity to Edwin's blooming prime;
(While Edwin wrapt in wonder listening stood) And walks of wider circuit were his choice,
" Ye tools and toys of tyranny, adieu, And vales more mild, and mountains more sublime.
Scorn'd by the wise and haled by the good! One evening, as he fram'd the careless rhyme,
Ye only can engage the servile brood It was his chance to wander far abroad.
Of Levity and Lust, who all their days, And o'er a lonely eminence to climb,
Asham'd of truth and liberty, have wood, Which heretofore his foot had never trode;
And hugg'd the chain, that, glittering on their gaze, A vale appear'd below, a deep retir'd abode.
Seems to outshine the pomp of Heaven's empyreal
blaze. Thither he hied, enamourd of the scene. For rocks on rocks pil'd as by magic spell,
“ Like them, abandon'd to Ambition's sway, Here scorch'd with lighining, there with ivy green,
I sought for glory in the paths of guile; Fenc'd from the north and east this savage dell.
And fawn'd and smil'd, to plunder and betray, Southward a mountain rose with easy swell,
Myself betray'd and plunder'd all the while; Whose long, long groves eternal murmur made:
So gnaw'd the viper the corroding file; And toward the western sun a streamlet fell,
But now, with pangs of keen reniorse, I rue Where, through the cliffs, the eye, remote, survey'd
Those years of trouble and debasement vile. Blue hills, and glittering waves, and skies in gold
Yet why should I this cruel theme pursue?
Fly, fly, detested thoughis, for ever from my view! array'd. A long this narrow valley you might see
" The gusts of appetite, the clouds of care, T he wild deer sporting on the meadow ground,
And storms of disappointment, all o'erpast, And, here and there, a solitary tree,
Henceforth no earthly hope with Heaven shall share Or mossy stone, or rock with woodbine crown'd.
This heart, where peace serenely shines at last. Oft did the cliffs reverberate the sound
And if for me no treasure be amass'd, Of parted fragments tumbling from on high ;
And if no future age shall hear my name, And from the summit of that craggy mound
I lurk the more secure from fortune's blast, The perching eagle oft was heard to cry,
And with more leisure feed this pious fame, Or on resounding wings, to shoot athwart the sky.
ft the sky Whose raplure far transcends the fairest hopes of
fame. One cultivated spot there was, that spread
“The end and the reward of toil is rest. Its flowery bosom to the noonday beam, Where many a rose-bud rears its blushing head,
| Be all my prayer for virtue and for peace. And herbs for food with future plenty teem.
Of wealth and fame, of pomp and power possess'd Sooth'd by the lulling sound of grove and stream,
Who ever felt his weight of woe decrease ? Romantic visions swarm on Edwin's soul:
Ah! what avails the lore of Rome and Greece, He minded not the Sun's last trembling gleam,
The lay beaven-prompted, and harmonious string, Nor heard from far the twilight curfew toll;
The dust of Ophir, or the Tyrian Neece, When slowly on his ear these moving accents stole :
All that art, fortune, enterprise, can bring,
If envy, scorn, remorse, or pride, the bosom wring! “ Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose !
“Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb Can passion's wildest uproar lay to rest,
With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown, And whisper comfort to the man of woes?
In the deep dungeon of some Gothic dome, Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, Where night and desolation ever frown. And Contemplation soar on seraph wings.
Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down; O solitude! the man who thee foregoes,
Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, When lucre lures him, or ambition stings,
With here and there a violet bestrown, Shall never know the source whence real grandeur Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave; springs.
And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave “And thither let the village-swain repair;
Yet, can man's gentle heart become so fei!! And, light of heart, the village-maiden gay,
No more in vain conjecture let me wear To deck with flowers her half-disheveld hair, My hours away, but seek the hermit's cell; And celebrate the merry morn of May.
"Tis he my doubt can clear, perhaps my care dise!" There let the shepherd's pipe the livelong day Fill all the grove with love's bewitching woe; At early dawn the youth his journey took And when mild Evening comes in mantle grey, And many a mountain pass d and valley wiele, Let not the blooming band make hasie to go; Then reach'd the wild ; where, in a flower DA No ghost, nor spell, my long and last abode shall And seated on a mossy stone, he spied know.
An ancient man: his harp lay him beside.
A stag sprang from the pasture at his call, " For though I fly to 'scape from Fortune's rage, | And, kneeling, lick'd the wither'd hand that tied And bear the scars of envy, spite, and scorn, A wreath of wood bine round his antlers tall. Yet with mankind no horrid war I wage,
And hung his lofty neck with many a fost Yet with no impious spleen my breast is torn:
The wanderer approaching : innocence Why from thy home are truth and joy exild, Smild on his glowing cheek, but modest awe And all thy favorite baunts with blood and tears Depress'd his eye, that seard to give offence defil'd ?
" Who art thou, courteous stranger and fra
whence ? "Along yon glittering sky what glory streams! Why roam thy steps to this sequester'd dale?" What majesty attends Night's lovely queen! “A shepherd-boy," the youth replied, “ far bere Fair laugh our valleys in the vernal beams; My habitation; hear my artless tale ; And mountains rise, and oceans roll between, Nor levity nor falsehood shall thine ear awal. And all conspire to beautify the scene. But, in the mental world, what chaos drear; “ Late as I roam'd, intent on Nature's charms. What forms of mournful, lothesome, furious mien! I reach'd at eve this wildemess profound: O when shall that eternal morn appear,
And, leaning where yon oak expands ber arts. These dreadful forms to chase, this chaos dark to Heard these rude cliffs thine awful voice rebound. clear!
|(For in thy speech I recognize the sound)
You mourn'd for ruin'd man, and virtue lost, “O Thou, at whose creative smile, yon heaven, And seem'd to feel of keen remorse the round In all the pomp of beauty, life, and light,
Pondering on former days by guilt engrossid, Rose from th' abyss; when dark Confusion driven Or in the giddy storm of dissipation toss'd. Down, down the bottomless profound of night, Fled, where he ever flies thy piercing sight! “ But say, in courtly life can craft be lean d. O glance on these sad shades one pitying ray, Where knowledge opens and exalts the soul? To blast the fury of oppressive might,
Where Fortune lavishes her gifis unearn'd, Melt the hard heart to love and mercy's sway,
Can selfishness the liberal heart control! And cheer the wandering soul, and light him on the Is glory there achiev'd by arts, as foul way!"
As those that felons, fiends, and furies plan?
Spiders ensnare, snakes poison, tigers prowl: Silence ensued : and Edwin rais'd his eyes
Love is the godlike attribute of man. In tears, for grief lay heavy at his heart.
O teach a simple youth this mystery to sean “And is it thus in courtly life," he cries, " That man to man acts a betrayer's part? |“ Or else the lamentable strain disclaim, And dares he thus the gifts of Heaven pervert,
And give me back the calm, contented mind: Each social instinct, and sublime desire ?
Which, late, exulting, view'd in Nature's fract. Ilail, Poverty! if honor, wealth, and art,
Goodness untainted, wisdom unconfin'd, If what the great pursue, and learn'd admire,
Grace, grandeur, and utility combin d. Thus dissipate and quench the soul's ethereal fire!" |Restore those tranquil days, that saw me still
Well pleas'd with all, but most with hurran-kunde He said, and turn'd away ; nor did the sage When Fancy roam'd through Nature's wants O'erhear, in silent orisons employ'd.
will, The youth, his rising sorrow to assuage,
Uncheck'd by cold distrust, and uninformed of Home as he hied, the evening scene enjoy'd : For now no cloud obscures the starry void; The yellow moonlight sleeps on all the hills;
"Wouldst thou," the sage replied, " in peace refera Nor is the mind with startling sounds annoy'd ; To the gay dreams of fond romantic youth, A soothing murmur the lone region fills,
Leave me to hide, in this remote sojourni, Of groves, and dying gales, and melancholy rills.
From every gentle ear the dreadful truth:
For if my desultory strain with ruth
Alas! what comfort could thy anguish soothe. Nor durst he hope the hermit's tale untrue ; Shouldst thou th' extent of human folly kno', For man he seem'd to love, and Heaven to sear; Be ignorance thy choice, where knowledge on And none speaks false, where there is none to hear.]
“ But let untender thoughts afar be driven ; When all were great and free! man's sole employ Nor venture to arraign the dread decree.
To deck the bosom of his parent earth; For know, to man, as candidate for Heaven, Or toward his bower the murmuring stream decoy, The voice of the Eternal said, Be free:
To aid the flow'ret's long-expected birth, And this divine prerogative to thee
And lull the bed of peace, and crown the board of Does virtue, happiness, and Heaven convey;
mirth. For virtue is the child of liberty, And happiness of virtue ; nor can they
“ Sweet were your shades, O ye primeval groves ! Be free to keep the path, who are not free to stray. Whose boughs to man his food and shelter lent,
Pure in his pleasures, happy in his loves, “ Yet leave me not. I would allay that grief, His eye still smiling, and his heart content. Which else might thy young virtue overpower,
Then, hand in hand, health, sport, and labor went. And in thy converse I shall find relief,
Nature supplied the wish she taught to crave. When the dark shades of melancholy lower ; None prowl'd for prey, none watch'd to circumvent. For solitude has many a dreary hour,
To all an equal lot Heaven's bounty gave : Even when exempt from grief, remorse, and pain : No vassal fear'd his lord, no tyrant fear'd his slave. Come often then; for, haply, in my bower, Amusement, knowledge, wisdom thou may'st gain : “But ah! th' bistoric Muse has never dar'd If I one soul improve, I have not liv'd in vain." To pierce those hallow'd bowers : 'tis Fancy's beam
Pour'd on the vision of the enraptur'd bard, And now, at length, to Edwin's ardent gaze That paints the charms of that delicious theme. The Muse of history unrolls her page.
Then hail sweet Fancy's ray! and hail the dream But few, alas! the scenes her art displays,
That weans the weary soul from guilt and woe! To charm his fancy, or his heart engage.
Careless what others of my choice may deem, Here chiefs their thirst of power in blood assuage, I long, where Love and Fancy lead, to go And straight their flames with tenfold fierceness burn: And meditate on Heaven, enough of Earth I know." Here smiling Virtue prompts the patriot's rage, But lo, ere-long, is left alone to mourn
" I cannot blame thy choice," the sage replied, And languish in the dust, and clasp th' abandon'd“For soft and smooth are Fancy's flowery ways. urn!
And yet, even there, if left without a guide,
The young adventurer unsafely plays.
And who, my child, would trust the meteor-blaze,
shin'd? No note the clarion of renown can breathe, T' alarm the long night of the lonely grave, “ Fancy enervates, while it soothes, the heart, Or check the headlong haste of time's o'erwhelming And, while it dazzles, wounds the mental sight: wave.
To joy each heightening charm it can impart,
But wraps the hour of woe in tenfold night. “Ah, what avails it to have trac'd the springs And often, where no real ills affright, That whirl of empire the stupendous wheel ! Its visionary fiends, an endless train, Ah, what have I to do with conquering kings, | Assail with equal or superior might, Hands drench'd in blood, and breasts begirt with And through the throbbing heart, and dizzy brain, steel!
And shivering nerves, shoot stings of more than To those, whom Nature taught to think and feel,
mortal pain. Heroes, alas! are things of small concern; Could History man's secret heart reveal,
| “And yet, alas! the real ills of life And what imports a heaven-born mind to learn, Claim the full vigor of a mind prepar'd, Her transcripts to explore what bosom would not Prepar'd for patient, long, laborious strife,
Its guide experience, and truth its guard.
We fare on Earth as other men have far'd. “ This praise, O Cheronean sage,* is thine!
Were they successful ? Let not us despair. (Why should this praise to thee alone belong?) Was disappointment oft their sole reward? All else from Nature's moral path decline,
Yet shall their tale instruci, if it declare Lur'd by the toys that captivate the throng ;
How they have borne the load ourselves are doom'd To herd in cabinets and camps, among
to bear. Spoil, carnage, and the cruel pomp of pride ; Or chant of heraldry the drowsy song,
What charms th' historic Muse adorn, from spoils, How tyrant blood, o'er many a region wide, And blood, and tyrants, when she wings her flight, Rolls to a thousand thrones its execrable tide. To hail the patriot prince, whose pious toils,
Sacred to science, liberty, and right, “O who of man the story will unfold,
And peace, through every age divinely bright, Ere victory and empire wrought annoy,
Shall shine the boast and wonder of mankind ! In that elysian age (misnam'd of gold)
Sees yonder Sun, from his meridian height, The age of love, and innocence and joy,
A lovelier scene, than virtue thus enshrin'd
In power, and man with man for mutual aid com* Plutarch.
“ Hail, sacred Polity, by Freedom reard !
“ 'Twas from Philosophy man learn'd to tame Hail, sacred Freedom, when by law restrain'd! The soil by plenty to intemperance sed. Without you, what were man? A grovelling herd Lo, from the echoing ar, and thundering flame. In darkness, wretchedness, and want, enchain'd. | Poison and plague and yelling rage are fed! Sublim'd by you, the Greek and Roman reign'd The waters, bursting from their slimy bed, In arts unrival'd: 0, to latest days,
Bring health and melody to every vale: In Albion may your influence, unprofan'd,
And, from the breezy main, and mountain's head To godlike worth the generous bosom raise, Ceres and Flora, to the sunny dale, And prompt the sage's lore, and fire the poet's lays ! To fan their glowing charms, invite the fluttering ele.
“But now let other themes our care engage. “ What dire necessities on every band For lo, with modest yet majestic grace,
Our art, our strength, our fortitude, require! To curb Imagination's lawless rage,
Of foes intestine what a numerous band And from within the cherish'd heart to brace, Against this little throb of life conspire! Philosophy appears! The gloomy race
Yet Science can elude their fatal ire By indolence and moping Fancy bred,
Awhile, and turn aside Death's level'd dart, Fear, Discontent, Solicitude, give place,
Soothe the sharp pang, allay the sever's fire, And Hope and Courage brighten in their stead, And brace the nerves once more, and cheer the bear While on the kindling soul her vital beams are shed. And yet a few soft nights and balmy days in an
Then waken from long lethargy to life
“ Nor less to regulate man's moral frame The seeds of happiness, and powers of thought ; Science exerts her all-composing away, Then jarring appetites forego their strise,
Flutters thy breast with fear, or pants for fame, A strife by ignorance to madness wrought.
Or pines, to indolence and spleen a prey, Pleasure by savage man is dearly bought
Or avarice, a fiend more fierce than they! With fell revenge, lust that defies control,
Flee to the shade of Academus' grove: With gluttony and death. The mind untaught Where cares molest not, discord melts a way Is a dark waste, where fiends and tempests howl; In harmony, and the pure passions prove As Phoebus to the world, is science to the soul. How sweet the words of Truth, breath'd from
lips of Love. And Reason now through number, time and space, Darts the keen lustre of her serious eye,
" What cannot Art and Industry perform, And learns, from facts compar'd, the laws to trace, When Science plans the progress of their tol! Whose long progression leads to Deity.
They smile at penury, disease, and storm : Can mortal strength presume to soar so high? | And oceans from their mighty mounds recoil. Can mortal sight, so oft bedimm'd with tears, | When tyrants scourge, or demagogues embrul Such glory bear for lo! the shadows fly
A land, or when the rabble's headlong rage From Nature's face; confusion disappears,
Order transforms to anarchy and spoil, And order charms the eye, and harmony the ears! Deep-vers'd in man the philosophic sage
Prepares with lenient hand their frenzy to ascin “In the deep windings of the grove, no more The hag obscene, and grisly phantom, dwell; " 'Tis he alone, whose comprehensive mind, Nor in the fall of mountain-stream, or roar
From situation, temper, soil and clime Of winds, is heard the angry spirit's yell;
Explor'd, a nation's various powers can bind, No wizard mutters the tremendous spell,
And various orders, in one form sublime Nor sinks convulsive in prophetic swoon;
Of policy, that, 'midst the wrecks of time, Nor bids the noise of drums and trumpets swell, Secure shall lift his head on high, nor fear To ease of fancied pangs the laboring Moon, Th' assault of foreign or domestic crime, Or chase the shade that blots the blazing orb of noon. While public faith, and public love sincere,
| And industry and law maintain their sway serce “ Many a long-lingering year, in lonely isle, Stunn'd with th' eternal turbulence of waves, Enraptur'd by the hermit's strain, the youth Lo, with dim eyes, that never learn'd to smile, Proceeds the path of Science to explore. And trembling hands, the famish'd native craves | And now, expanded to the beams of truth, Of Heaven his wretched fare ; shivering in caves, New energies and charms unknown before, Or scorch'd on rocks, he pines from day to day; His mind discloses : Fancy now no more But Science gives the word ; and lo, he braves Wantons on fickle pinion through the skies; The surge and tempest, lighted by her ray,
But, fix'd in aim, and conscious of her power, And to a happier land wafts merrily away! Aloft from cause to cause exults to rise.
Creation's blended stores arranging as she flies "And even where Nature loads the teeming plain With the full pomp of vegetable store,
Nor love of novelty alone inspires, Her bounty, unimprov'd, is deadly bane ;
Their laws and nice dependencies to scan; Dark woods and rankling wilds, from shore to shore, For, mindful of the aids that life requires, Stretch their enormous gloom ; which to explore And of the services man owes to man, Even Fancy trembles, in her sprightliest mood; He meditates new arts on Nature's plan ; For there, each eyeball gleams with lust of gore. The cold desponding breast of sloth to warm, Nestles each murderous and each monstrous brood, The flame of industry and genius fan, Plague lurks in every shade, and steams from every And emulation's noble rage alarm, flood.
| And the long hours of toil and solitude to chama.