Has not the soul, the being of your life, A temple framing of dimensions vast, And yet not too enormous for the sound To glorify the Eternal! What if these One voice the solitary raven, flying Athwart the concave of the dark blue dome, Faint - and still fainter as the cry, with which To expire; yet from the abyss is caught again, But in all Wordsworth's recognitions of the influences of nature, the world of materiality is kept in due subordination to the immortal power in the heart, and the truth steadfastly upheld, that the soul has an existence independent of the frail tenure of sense. The sublime apostrophe to the Deity, in the fourth book of the Excursion, proclaims that though the universe be perishable, there may be an undying communion between God and the soul of man: "Thou, dread source Prime, self-existing cause and end of all Set and sustained; - thou, who didst wrap the cloud Of infancy around us, that thyself, Might'st hold, on earth, communion undisturbed; In youth were mine; when, stationed on the top The measure of my soul was filled with bliss, But not only is the independence of the mind thus asserted. In the beautiful churchyard narratives, its power is portrayed, when impaired in its faculties of sight and hearing. The account of the cheerful deaf man is conceived in such a deep sympathy that the poet seems speaking from the very heart of the unfortunate: "The bird of dawn Did never rouse this Cottager from sleep With startling summons; not for his delight Murmured the laboring bee. When stormy winds Was silent as a picture. There is something exquisitely soothing in the passages which go on to show happiness discovering other avenues to the heart, and at last, even over the deaf man's grave a beauty is cast by one of those matchless touches, which grace the muse of Wordsworth : "Yon tall pine tree, whose composing sound The description of the blind man, "enlightened" by his other senses, and by the spiritual illumination within, is moralized in even a higher strain, rising into an imagination of the Christian's victory over the grave, and closing with one of Wordsworth's favorite tributes to the congenial mind of Milton : "proof abounds Upon the earth, that faculties which seem And know we not that from the blind have flowed Excursion, b. vii. We have been anxious to prove that Wordsworth's contemplations of nature involve no dependence of the mind upon accidents of the outward world, and so to vindicate his poetic faith from suspicion of any pantheistic tendencies to an absolute nature-worship, disparaging man's immortal endowment, and excluding a distinct recognition of the Supreme Being. The danger of the heart, in this respect, has not been overlooked by him: "Trembling, I look upon the secret springs Of that licentious craving in the mind Avoid these sights; nor brood o'er Fable's dark abyss!" Processions. The kindly influences of nature are shown by Wordsworth, not only in scenes of extraordinary splendor and sublimity, inspiring lofty raptures, but, as he exults: "Thanks to the human heart by which we live, From that favorite of the elder poets- the Daisy-he draws instruction copiously: "A hundred times, by rock or bower, Ere thus I have lain couched an hour, Some steady love; some brief delight; If stately passions in me burn, And one chance look to Thee should turn, I drink out of an humbler urn A lowlier pleasure; The homely sympathy that heeds The common life, our nature breeds ; A wisdom fitted to the needs Of hearts at leisure." More than this, to nature is ascribed a power of softening the feelings hardened by a reckless sensuality-of reclaiming from vicious habit the heart of such a being as "Peter Bell." By such agency "is Peter taught to feel More searching than the breath of spring." It is Wordsworth's aim to show not only the influences of nature on our moral being, but the reciprocal action of our feelings, by the agency of imagination, on the outward world, which the senses are said to "half perceive and half create." The mere personification of any of the forms of nature is but a rude poetic process, but the higher purpose is to endow them with attributes of sentient and intellectual being, and by such interchange, to create a moral sympathy between the heart of man and all that meets his senses. It is one of the principles of Wordsworth's poetry to develop this harmony of the sensuous and the spiritual, by giving not only life to breathless nature, but impulses and feelings kindred to those in the human breast. It is the philosophical moral of the poem of " Hart-leap Well," that the face of nature puts on an expression correspondent with any impressive incident she has witnessed. It is there beautifully illustrated, but we must content ourselves with an instance in a fragment of the lines" written during an evening walk, after a stormy day, on the expected death of Mr. Fox:" "Loud is the Vale! the Voice is up With which she speaks when storms are gone, A mighty unison of streams! Of all her Voices, One! Loud is the Vale; - this inland Depth In peace is roaring like the Sea; Yon star upon the mountain-top The poet's communion with nature is not confined to its inanimate forms-it is comprehensive of sympathies with the beings below the scale of humanity. An eloquent exhortation to the cultivation of an affectionate knowledge of the inferior kinds, as members of "the mighty commonwealth of things, — up from the creeping plant to sovereign Man," is one of the sublime |