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Pour every luftre on the exalted eye.
A friend, a book, the stealing hours secure,
And mark them down for wisdom. With swift-wing
O’er land and í e'the Imagination roams si
Or Truth divinely breaking on his mind,
Elates his being, and unfolds his powers ;
Or in his breaft heroic virtue burns.
The touch of kindred too and love he feels ;
The modeft eye, whose beams on his alone
Ecstatic shine : the little itrong embracer
Of prattling children, twist around his neck,
And emulous to please him, calling forth
The fond parental fout. Nor parpole gay,
Amusement, dance, or fong, he sternly fcorne:
For happiness and true philosophy
Are of the social, ftill, and smiling kind.
This is the life which thofe who fret in- guilt,
And guilty cities, never knew; the life,
Led by primeval ages, unicorrupt,
When angels dwelt, and God himself, with man!

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The flame of genias to the human breast,
And love and beauty, and poetic joy
And inspiration. - Ere the radiant fun
Sprang from the east, or 'mid the vault of night
The moon suspended her serener lamp;
Ere mountains, woods, or ftreams adorn'd the globe,

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Or Wisdom taught the fons of men her lore;
Then lir'd the Almighty ONE: then deep retird
In his unfathom'd essence, view'd the forms,
The forms eternal of created things;
The radiant fun, the moon?s nocturnal lamp,
The mountains, woods, and streams, the rolling globes
And Wisdom's mien celestial. From the first
Of days, on them his love divine he fix'd,
His admiration : till in time complete,
What he admir'd and lov’d, his vital smile
Unfolded into being.. Hence the breath
Of life informing each organic frame,
Hence the groen earth, and wild resounding waves;
Hence light and fade alternate ; warnath and cold;
And clear autumnal skies and vernal show'rs,
And all the fair variety of things.

But not alike to every mortal eye
Is this great scene unveild. For since the claims
Of social life, to diff'rent labours urge.
The active pow'rs of man; with wife intent
The hand of Nature on peculiar minds
Imprints a diff'rent bias, and to each
Decrees its province in the common toil.
To some she taught the fabric of the sphere,

The changeful moon, the circuit of the stars,
The golden zones of heav'n: to some she

gave
To weigh the moment of eternal things,
Of Time, and Space, and Fate's unbroken chain,
And Will's quick impulse: others by the hand
She led o’er vales and mountains, to explore
What healing virtuę swells the tender veins
Of herbs. and flow'rs; or what the beams of morn

Draw forth, difilling from the clifted rind
In balmy tears. But some to higher hopes
Were destin'd; some within a finer mould
She wrought, and temper?d with a purer flame..
To these the Sire Omnipotent unfolds
The world's harmonious volume, there to read
The transcript of himself. On every part
They trace the bright impreslions of his hand :
In earth, or air, the meadow's purple stores.
The Moon's mild radiance, or the Virgin's form
Blooming with rofy smiles, they fee pourtray'd
That uncreated beauty, which delights
The mind supreme. They also feel her charms,
Enamour'd they partake th' eternal joy.

AKENSIBE.

С НА Р. ХХХ..

GREATNESS..

SAY, why was man fo eminently rais'd ,

Amid the vast creation ; why ordain'd
Thro' life and death to dart his piercing eye,
With thoughts beyond the limits of his frame;
But that tn' Omnipotent might send him forth
In fight of mortal and immortal pow'rs,
As on a boundless theatre, to run
The great career of justice; to exalt
His gen'rous aim to all diviner deeds ;
To chace each partial purpose from his breast;
And thro' the mists of passion and of sense,
And thro' the tosling tide of chance and pain,

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To hold his course unfault'ring, while the voice
Of Truth and Virtue, up the steep ascent
Of Nature, calls him to his high reward,
Th’applauding smile of Heav'n: Else wherefore burns
In mortal bosoms this unquenched hope,
That breathes from day to day fublimer things,
And mocks poffeffion? Wherefore darts the mind,
With such refiftless ardour to embrace
Majestic forms; impatient to be free,
Spurning the gross controul of wilful Might;
Proud of the strong contention of her toils;
Proud to be daring? Who but rather turns
To Heav'n's broad fire his unconstrained view,
Than to the glimmering of a waxen flame?
Who that, from Alpine heights, his lab'ring eye
Shoots round the wild horizon, to survey
Nilus or Ganges rolling his bright wave
Thro' mountains, plains, thro' empires black with shade,
And continents of sand! will turn his

gaze
To mark the windings of a fcanty rill
That murmurs at his feet? The high-born soul
Disdains to rest her heav'n aspiring wing
Beneath its native quarry. Tir’d of earth
And this diurnal scene, the springs aloft
Thro' fields of air; pursues the flying storm ;
Rides on the volly'd light'ning thro' the heav'ns ;
Or yok'd with whirlwinds and the northern blast,
Sweeps the long tract of day. Then high she foars
The blue profound, and hovering round the sun.
Benolds him pouring the redundant stream
Of light; beholds his unrelenting sway
Bend the relunctant planets to absolve

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The fatal rounds of Time. Thence far effus'd
She darts her swiftness up the long career
Of devious comets; thro? its burning signs
Exulting meafures the perennial wheel
Of Nature, and looks back on all the stars,
Whofe blended light, as with a milky zone,
Invests the Orient. Now amaz'd she views
Th' empyreal waste, where happy spirits hold;
Beyond this concave heav'n, their calm abode ;
And fields of radiance, whose unfading light
Has travell'd the profound fix thousand years,
Nor yet arrives in sight of mortal things.
Ev'n on the barriers of the world untir'd
She meditates th' eternal depth below;
Till, half-recoiling, down the headlong steep
She plunges; foon c'erwhelm’d and swallow'd up:
In that immense of being. There her hopes
Reft at the fated goal. For from the birth
Of mortal man, the fovereign Maker faid,
That not in humble nor in brief delight,
Not in the fading echoes of renown,
Pow'r's purple robes, nor Pleasure's flow'ry lap,
The soul shall find enjoyment: but from these
Turning disdainful to an equal good,
Thro' all th' ascent of things enlarge her view,
Till every bound at length Mould disappear,
And infinite Perfection close the scene.

AKENSIDE.

CH A F,.

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