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The hair in curls luxuriant now
Calls off from heavenly truth this reas’ning ine, · Around their temples spread;
And tellu me I'm a brute as much as he. The tail, that whilom hung below,
If, on sublimer wings of love and praise, Now dangled from the fread.
My soul above the starry vault I raise, The head remains unchang'e within,
Lur'd by some vaju conceit, or shameful lust, Nor alter'd much the face;
I flag, I drop, and fulier in the dust. It still retains its native grin,
The tow'ring lark thus, from her lofty sirain, And all its old grimace.
Stoops to an emmet, or a barley grain.
By ads crse gusts of jarring instincts tost, Thus half transforma't, and half the same,
| I rove to one, now to the other coast; Jove bade then take their place
To bliss unknown my lofty soul aspires, (Restoring them their antient cluin)
lly lot unequal to my rast desires. Among the human race.
As 'mongst ihe binds a child of royal birth Man with contempt the brute survey'd,
Finds his high pedigree by conscious worth ; Nor would a name bestow;
So man, ainongst his fellow brutes expos'd, But woman lik'd the motley breed,
Sees he's a king, but iis a king deposi. And call'd the thing a beau.
| Pity him beasts! you by no law contind,
And barr'il from devious paths by being blind; 6304. Know Thyself: - Arbuthnot. Whilst man, through op'uing views of various WHAT ann I: how produc'd? and for what way's end?
Confounded, by the aid of knowledge strays; Whence drew I being? to what period tend? Too weak to choose, yet choosing still in haste, Am I th'abandon'd crphan of blind chance, One moment gives the pleasure and distaste; Dropp'd by wild atoms in disorder'd dance? Bilk'd by past ininutes, while the present cloy, i Or from an endless chain of causes wrought, 'The flaii'ring future still must give the joy : Andofunthinking substance, born with thought? Not happy, but amus'd upon the road, By motion which began without a cause, And (like you) thoughtless of his last abode, Supremely wise, without design or law's? Whether next sun his being shall restrain Am I but what I seem, mere tiesh and blood : To endless nothing, happiness, or pain, A branching channel, with a mazy flood ? Around me, lo! the thinking thoughtless crew The purple stream that through my vessels glides, l (Bewilder'd each) their diff'rent paths.pursue ; Dull and unconscious flows, like common tides; Of them I ask the way; the first replies, The pipes through which the circling juicesstray, Thou art a god; and sends me to the skies : Are not that thinking I, no more than ther: Down on the turf, the next, twotwo-legg'd beasi, This frame, compacted with transcendent skill There fix thy lot, thy bliss and endless rest : Of moving joints obedient to my will,
Between these wide extremes the length is such, Nurs'd from the fruitful glebe, like vonder tree, I find I know too little or too much. Waxes and wastes; I call it mine, not me. | Almighty Pow's, by whose most wise com: New matter still the mould'ring mass sustains : 1 • mand, The inansion chang'd, the tenant stiil remains, Helpless, forlorn, imcertain here I stand ; And from the flecting strcamn repair'd by food, 'Take this faint glini'ring of thyself away, Distinct, as is the swimmier froin the Houd. Or break into iny soul with periect day!'
What am I then? sure of a noble birth; This said, expanded lay the sacred text, By parents' right, I own as mother, Earth; The balın, the light, the guide of souls perplex d. But clairn superior lineage by my sire,
Thus the benighted traveller, that sırays Who warm d th' unthinking clod with heavenly Through doubtful pathy, enjoys the inorning Essence divine, with lifeless clay allay'd, (fire; rass : By double nature, double instinct sway'd : The nightly mnist, and thick descending dew, With look erect, Í dart my longing ere, Parting, untolds the fields and vaulted blue. Seem wing'd to part, and gain by native sky; 1. O Truth divine! enlightend by thy ray, I strive to mount, but strive, alas! in vaid, I stope and guess no more, bui see my wayi Tied to this massy globe with magic chain. Thou cleardse the secret of my high descent, Now with swift thought I range froin pole to pole, Androldse me what those mystic tokens meant; View worleis around their flaming centres roll: Marks of mç birth, which I had worn in vain. What steady pow're their endless inotions guide Too hard for worldly sage ic explain. Through the same trackless paths ot' boundless ' Zeno's were vain, vain Epicurus' schemes, I trace the blazing comet's fiery tail, (void! Their sistems false, delusive were their dreams; And weigh the whirling planeis in a scale; Unskill'd my two-fold nature to divide, (pride; These godlike thoughts while eager I pursue, ' One nursid my pleasure, and one nord my Some glitt'ring trifler offer'd to my view, Those jarring iruths which human art beguile, A gnat, an insect of the meanesų kind,
Thy sacred page thus bids me reconcile. Erase the new-born image from my mind : Offspring of God, no less thy pedigree, [be, Some beastly want, craving, importunate, What thou once wert, art now, and still inay? Vile as the grinning mastiff at my gate, Thy God alone can tell, alone decree;
Faultless thou dropp'dst from his unerring skill, / Our narrow luxuries would soon be stale.
Who never toils or watches, never sleeps.
and Virtue, thro' this la'byrinth we tread. And brute enough to make thy search in vain. Virtue and Sense I mcan not to disjoin ; The creatures now withdraw their kindly use, Virtue and Sense are one: and, trust me, he Some fly thee, some torment, and some seduce; Who has not virtue, is not truly wise. Repast ill-suited to such diff'rent guests, Virtue (for mere Good-nature is a fool) For what thy sense desires, thy soul distastes : Is sense and spirit, with humanity: Thy lust, thy curiosity, thy pride,
'Tis sometimes angry, and its frown confounds; Curbid or indulg'd, or baulk'd or gratifierl, 'Tis e'en vindicrive, but in vengeance just. Rage on, and make thee equally umbless d sess'd, Knaves fain would laugh at it; sojne great ones In what thou want'st, and what thou hast pos- But at bis heart the most undaunted son [dare ; In vain thou hop'st for bliss on this poor clod; JOf fortune dreads jis name and awful charms. Return and seek thy Father and thy God; To noblest uses this determines wealth ; le think not to regain thy native sky,
This is the solid pomp of prosperous days, Bome on the wings of vain philosophy! The peace and shelter of adversity; Mysterious passage! hid from human eyes and if you pant for glory, build your fame Scaring you'll sink, and sinking you will rise : On this foundation, which the secret shock let humble thoughts thy weary footsteps guide; Defies of Envy and all-sapping Time. , Repair by meekness what you lost by pride. The gaudy gloss of Fortune only strikes
The vulgar eve: the suffrage of the wise,
The praise that's worth ambition, is attaind $ 305. Lessons of Wisdom. Armstrong.
By sense alone, and dignity of mind. How 10 live happiest; how avoid the pains, | Virtue, the strength and beauty of the soul, The disappointinents, and disgusts of those
Is the best gift of Heaven : a happiness Who would ia pleasure all their hours employ; That even above the smiles and frowns of fate The precepts here of a divine old man. Exalts great Nature's favorites: a wealth I could recite. Tho' old, he still retain'd That ne'er encumbers, nor to baser hands His manly sense, and energy of mind.
Can be transferr'd: it is the only good Virtuous and wise he was, but not severe; Man justly boasts of, or can call his own. lle still remember'd that he once was young; Riches are oft by guilt and baseness earn'd; His easy presence check'd no decent joy. | Or dealt by chance to shield a lucky knave, llim even the dissolute adinir'd, for he JOr throw a cruel sunshine on a fool. A graceful looseness when he pleas'd put on, But for one end, one much neglected use, And laughing could instruct. Much had he read, Are riches worth your care (for nature's wants Much more had seen; he studied from the lifc, | Are few, and without opulence supplied) Aolin th'original perus'd mankind.
This noble end is, to produce the Soul, Vers'd in the woes and vanitics of life, To show the virtues in their fairest light; He pitied inan; and much he pitied those 'To make humanity the minister Whom fulsels-smiling fate has curs'd with means of bountejus Providerce; and teach the breast Tu dissipate their days in quest of joy..
That generous luxury the gols enjoy. Our aim is happiness : 'tis vours, 'tis mine, Thus, in his graver vein, the friendly Sage He said, 'tis the pursuit of all that live; Sometimes de claima. Oirighi andi wrong te Yet few attain it, if 'twas e'er atiain'd.
Truths as refind as ever Athens heard ; [taught But they the widest wander from the mark,
And(strange to telll) he practis'dwl.at he preach'd. Who thro' the flow'ry paths of saunt'ring Joy Seck this cov goddess; that froni stage to stage
bebe 1$ 306. The Pain arising from virtuous Emotions Invites us still, but shifts as we purste. For, noi to naine the pains that pleasure brings
I attended with Pleasure. Akenside.
BEHOLD the says
That Virtue's awful steps, howe'er pursued 1 Of regal envy, strew the public way
Tears the desiroying scythe, with surer blow,
Ilisses the gliding snake thro’hoary weeds Ilis lonely footsteps, at the silent hour,
Thatclaspihemould'ring column;-thus defac'd, To pay the mournful tribute of his tears ? Thus widely mournful when the prospect thrills 0! he will tell thee, that the wealth of worlds Thy beating bosom, when the patriot's tear Should ne'er seduce his bosoin to forego Starts from thine eve, and the extended arm That sacred hour, when, stcaling from the noise In fancy hurls the ihunderbolt of Jove Of care and envy, sweet remembrance sooths To fire the impious wreath on Philip's brow, With virtue's kindest looks his aching breast, Or dash Octavius from the trophied car;And turns his tears to rapture.- Ask the crowd | Sar, does thy secret soul repine to taste Which flies impatient from the village-wall The bigslistress? Or would'si thou then exchange To climb the neighb'ring cliffs, when far below Those heart-ennobling sorrows, for the lot The cruel winds have hurl'd upon the coast of him who sits amid the gaudy herd Some hapless bark; while sacred pity melis of mute barbarians bending to his nod, The gen'ral eye, or terror's icy hand
land bears aloft his gold-iniested front, Smites their distorted limbs and horrent hair; And says within hiniself, “ I am a king, swoe While every mother closer to her breast “And wherefore should the clam'rous voice of Catches her child, and, pointing where the waves “ Intrude upon mine ear?" The baleful dregs Foam through the shatter'd vessel, shrieks aloud, Of these late ages, this inglorious draught As one pour wretch, that spreads his piteous arms of servitude and folly, have not yet, For succour, swallow'd by the roaring surge, Bless'd be th' Eternal Ruler of the world! As now another, dash'd against the rock, Defil'd to such a depth of sordid shame Drops lifeless down. O deemest ihou indeed The native honors of the human soul, No kind endearment here by nature given Vor so effac'd the image of its sire. To niutual terror and compassion's tears ? No sweetly-melting softness which attracts,
|$ 307. A Paraphrase on Psalm lxxiv. 16, 17, O'er all that edge of pain, the social pow'rs,
10 “ hast made sumer and winter."
And lead the soften'd heart to 'Thee.
In ev'ry forın by Thee impressid,
Upon ihe mountain's awful head, Of such as bow the knee; - when honor'd urns Or where the shelt'ring woods are spread; Of patriots and of chiefs, the awful bust In ev'ry note that swells the gale, And storied arch, to glut the coward race O, tuncful stream that cheers the vale,
The cavern's depth, or echoing grove,
When the vast sun shall veil his golden light A voice is heard of praise, and love,
| Deep in the glooin of everlasting night; Aso'er thy works the seasons roll,
Whenwild, destructive flames shall wraptheskiet And sooth, with change of bliss, the soul,
When Chaos triumphs, and when Nature dies; Oh never may their smiling train
Man shall alone the wreck of worlds survive, Pass o'er the human soul in vain !
Midst falling spheres, immortal inan shall live! But oft, as on the charm we gaze,
The voice which bade the last dread thunders roll, Attune the wond'ring soul to praise ;
Shall whisper to the good, and cheer their soul. And be the joys that most we prize
God shall himself his favor'd creature guide The joys that from thy favor rise !
Where living waters pour their blissful tide,
Where the enlarg'd, exulting, wond'ring mind $308. A Paraphrase on Isaiah xlix. 15.
Shall soar, from weakness and from guilt refin'd;
| Where perfect knowledge, bright with cloudless pro Miss Williams.
Shall gild eternity's unmeasurd days; (rays, * Can a woman forget her sucking child, that'she
Where friendship, unembitter'd by distrust, * should not have compassion on the son of her
Shall in immortal bands unite the just; “womb? Yea, they may forget, yet will I not " forget thee."
| Devotion, rais'd to rapture, breathe her strain, Heaven speaks! Ob Nature, listen and rejoice! And love
And love in his eternal triumph reign! Oh spread from pole to pole this gracious voice!! 6300. A Paraphrase un Matt, vii. 12. “Say every breast of human frame, that proves
Miss Williamıs, The boundless force with which a parent loves ; " Whatsoever ye would that men should do to Say, can a mother froin her yearning heart " you, do ve even so to them.” Bid the soft image of her child depart? (bcar PRECEPT divine! to earui in mercy given; She! whom strong instinct arms with strength to O sacred rule of action, worthy heaven! All forms of ill, to shield that dearest care;. Whose pitying lovc ordain'd thie blest command She! whowith anguish stung, with madness mild, 'To bind our nature in a firmer band; Will rush on death to save her threaten'd child; Enforce each human suff'rer's strong appeal, All selfish feelings banish'd from her breast, And teach the selfish breast what others feel; Her life one aim to make another's blest Wert thou the guide of life, mankind might know When her vex'd infant to her bosom clings, | A soft exemption from the worst of woe; When round her neck his eager arms he flings; No more the powerful would the weak oppress, Breathes to her list'ning soul his melting sigh, But tyrants learn the luxury to hiess ; And lifts, suffus'd with tears, his asking eye! No more would slavery bind a hopeless train Will she, for all ambition can attain,
Of buinan victims in her galling chain: The charms of pleasure, or the lures of gain, Mercy the hard, the cruel heart would move Betray strong Nature's feelings? will she prove To soften mis’ry by the deeds of love ; Cold to the claims of duty, and of love? | And ar'rice from his hoarded treasures give, But should the mother from her yearning heart Unask'd, the liberal boon, that want might live! Bid the soft image of her child depart; | Theimpious tongueof falschood then would cease When the vex'd infant to her bosom clings, To blast, with dark suggestions, virtue's peace ; When round her neck his eager arms he flings; No more would spleen or passion banish rest, Should she unpitving hear his melting sigh, And plant a pang in fond atlection's breast; And view un mov'd the tear that fills his eye ; By one harsh word, one alter'd look, destroy Should she, for all ambition can attain, Her peace, and wither ev'ry op'ning joyi The charms of pleasure, or the lures of gain, Scarce can her tongue the captious wrong explain, Betray strong Nature's feelings should she Thé slight offence which gives so deep a pain ! prove
Th'affected ease that slights her starting tcar, Cold to the claims of duty and of love! .: Thewordswhose coldness kills from lips sodear;-Yet never will the God, whose word gave birth The hand she loves, alonc can point the dart, To von illumin'd orbs, and this fair earth; Whose hidden stingcould wound no otherheari Who thro' the boundless depths of trackless space 'These, of all pains the sharpest we endure, Bude new-wak'd beauty spread each perfect grace; The breast which now inflicts, would spring to Yet when he form'd the vast stupendous whole, No more deserted genius then would fly [cure.Shed his best bounties on the human soul; To breathe in solitude his hopeless sighi Which reason's light illumes, which friendship No more would fortune's partial smile debase warms,
| The spirit, rich in intellectual grace; [bloom, Which pity softens, and which virtue charms; Who views unmor'd from scenes where pleasures Which feels the pure affections' gen'rous glow, The flame of genius sunk in mis'ry's gloom; Shares others' joy, and bleeds for others' woe The soul heaven form'd to soar, by want deprest; Oh ne'er will the gen'ral Father prove
Nor heeds the wrongs that pierce a kindred breast. Of man forgetful, man the child of love !" Thou righteous Law, whoseclearand useful light When all those planets in their ample spheres Sheds on the mind a ray divinely bright; dave) wing'd their course, and rollid their Condensing in onerulc whate'er the sage destin'd years; Has proudly taught, in many a labor d page;
Bid every heart thy hallow'd voice revere, Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me To justice sacred, and to nature dear!
With passious wild and strong :
And list ning to their 'witching voice $310. Reflections on a Future State, from a ' Has often led me wrong. Review of Winter. Thomson.
Where human weakness has come short, "Tis done! dread Winter spreads his latest | Or frailty stepp'd asinic, glooms,
Do T'hou, All-Good! for such Thou art,
No other plea I have,
18 312. The Genealogy of Christ, as it is repreAnd pale concluding Winter comes at last, sented on the Eusi itindow of Tinchestez And shuts the scene. Ah! whither now are Acdl College Chapel. Il ritien at W'inton School Those dreams of greatness? those unsolid hopes by Dr. Lowth. Of happiness? those longings after fame? Ar once to raise our rev'rence and delight, Those restless cares? those busy bustling days? To elevate the mind and please the sight, Those gay-spent, festive nights those vecring To poor in virtue at th' attentive eye, thoughts
Aud waft the soul on wings of ecstasy; Lost between good and ill, that shard thy life? For this the painter's art with nature vies, All now are vanish'd! Virtue sole survives And bids the visionary saint arise : Immortal never-failing friend of man, . Who views the sacred fornis in thought aspires, His guide to happiness on high. And see! Catches pure zeal, and, as he gazes, fires; 'Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth Feels the same ardor to his breast conrey'd ; Of heaven and carth! awak'ning nature hears is what he sees, and ensulates the shade. The new-creating word, and starts to life,
| Thy strokes, great Artist, so sublime appear, In ev'ry heighten'd form, from pain and death They check our pleasure with an awful fear; For ever free. The great eternal scheme, While thro' the mortal line the God you trace, Involving all, and in a perfect whole
Author himself and heir of Jesse's race, Uniting as the prospect wider spreads,
In raptures we admire thy bold design, To rea on's eye refin'd clears up apace.
And, as the subject, own the hand divine. Ye.vainly wise! ye blind presuinpiuous ! now, While throʻthy work the rising day shall sueam, Gonfounded in the dust, adore that Pow's So long shall last thine howor, praise, and name. And Wisdom oft arraign'd; see now the cause and mix thy labors to the Muse impart Why unassuming worth in secret liv'd, '
Some emanation from her sister art, And died neglected: why the good man's share To animate the verse, and bid it shine In life was gall and bitterness of soul :
In colors easy, bright, and strong as thine! Why the lone widow and her orphans pind Supine on earth an awful figure lies, In starving solitude; while luxury,
While softest slumbers seem to seal his eyes; In palaces, lay straining her low thought,
| The hoary sire Heaven's guardian care demands, To form unreal wants; why hearen-born truth, And at his feet the watchful angel stands. And moderation fair, wore the red marks The form august and large, the mien divide, Of superstition's scourge: why licens'd pain, Betray the founder of Wessiah's line *. That cruel spoiler, thai embosom'd foe, Lo! from his loins the promis'd stem ascend, Embitter'd all our bliss. Ye good distress'd! And high to Heaven its sacred bouglis extend : Ye noble few! who here unbending stand Each limb productive of some hero springs,
And what your bounded view, which only saw Th'eternal plant wide spreads its arms around, A little part, deem'd evil, is no more;
| And with the mighty branch the mystic top is The storms of Wintry Time will quickly pass, crown'd. And one inbounded Spring encircle all." And lo! the glories of th' illustrious line $311. A Prayer in the Prospect of Death. At their first dawn with ripen'd splendors shine,
• In David all express'd; the good, the great, O thou unknown Almighty Cause
(The king, the hero, and the man complete.. Of all my hope and fear
Serene he sits, and sweeps the golden lyre, In whuse dread Presence, ere an hour,
And blends the prophet's with the poet's tire. Perhaps I inust appear!
See! with what art he strikes the vocal strings, If I have wanderd in those paths
The God, his theme, inspiring what he sings! Of life I vught to shun,
Hark - or our ears delude us — from his tongue As Something loudly in my breast
Sweet flows,orseems to flow,some heavenly song i Remonstrates I have done;