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Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid hopes
Of happiness? those longings after fame? 1035
Those restless cares? those busy bustling days?
Those gay-spent festive nights? those veering thoughts
Lost between good and ill, that shar'd thy life?
All now are vanishid! Virtuc sole survives,
Immortal never-failing friend of Man,

His guide to happiness on high. And see!
'Tis come, the glorious Morn! the second birth
Of heaven, and earth! awakening Nature hears
The new-creating word, and starts to life,
In every heighten’d form, from pain and death 1015
For ever free. The great eternal scheme,
Involving all, and in a perfect whole
Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads,
To reason's eye refin’d clears up apace.
Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptuous! now, 1050
Confounded in the dust, adore that Power,
And Wisdom oft arraign’d: see now the cause,
Why unassuming worth in secret liv'd,
And dy'd, neglected: why the good man's share
In life was gall and bitterness of soul:

1055 Why the lone widow and her orphans pin’d in starving solitude; while luxury, In palaces lay straining her low thought To form unreal wants: why heaven-born truth, And moderation fair, wore the red marks 1060 Of superstition's scourge: why licens’d pain, That cruel spoiler, that embosom’d foe, Imbitter'd all our bliss. Ye good distrest! Ye noble few who here unbending stand


Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up awhile,
And what your bounded view, which only saw
A little part, deemd Evil-is no more:
The storms of Wintry Time will quickly pass,
And one unbounded Spring encircle all !



TAESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these,
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring
Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love.
Wide fiush the fields ; the softening air is balm ;

Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles;
And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Then comes thy glory in the Summer months,
With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun
Shoots full perfection thro’ the swelling year :
And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks ;
And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve,
By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.
Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfin’d,
And spreads a common feast for all that lives, 15
In Winier awful Thou! with clouds and storms
Around Thee thrown, tempest o’er tempest rolld,

Majestic darkness ! on the whirlwind's wing,
Riding sublime, Thou bidst the world adore,
And humblest Nature with thy northern blast. 20

Mysterious round! what skill, what force divine,
Deep felt, in these appear! a simple train,
Yet so delightful mix’d, with such kind art,
Such beauty and beneficence combind;
Shade, unperceiv'd so softening into shade; 25
And all so forming an harmonious whole;
That, as they still succeed, they ravish still.
But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze,
Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty hand,
That, ever-busy, wheels the silent spheres ; 30
Works in the secret deep; shoots, steaming, thence
The fair profusion that o'erspreads the spring :
Flings from the sun direct the flaming day?
Feeds every creature; hurls the tempest forth ;
And, as on earth this grateful change revolves,
With transport touches all the springs of life.

Nature, attend ! join every living soul, Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, In adoration join; and, ardent, raise One general song ! To Him, ye vocal gales, 40 Breathe soft, whose Spirit in your freshness breathes : On talk of Him in solitary glooms! Where, o’er the rock, the scarcely waving pine Fills the brown shade with a religious awe. And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar,

45 Who shake the astonish'd world, lift high to heaven Th’impetuous song, and say from whom you rage: His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills;


And let me catch it as I muse along.
Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound; 50
Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze
Along the vale; and thou, majestic main,
A secret world of wonders in thyself!
Sound his stupendous praise; whose greater voice
Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. 55
Soft-roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers,
In mingled clouds to Him ; whose sun exalts,
Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints,
Ye forests bend, ye harvests wave, to Him;


song into the reapers heart, 60
As home he goes beneath the joyous moon.
Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep
Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams,
Ye constellations, while your angels strike,
Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre.

65 Great source of day! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam His praise. The thunder rolls: be bush'd the prostrate world; While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. 71 Bleat out afresh, ye hills: ye mossy rocks, Retain the sound: the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise; for the Great Shepherd reigns; And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come.

75 Ye woodlands all, awake: a boundless song Burst from the groves! and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds! sweet Philomela, charm

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