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Which Providence assigns them. One At one wide wast, and o'er the hapless alone,
flocks, The red-breast, sacred to the household Hid in the hollow of two neighbouring gods,
hills, Wisely regardful of th' embroiling sky, The billowy tempest whelms; till, upward In joyless fields, and thorny thickets, urged, leaves
The valley to a shining mountain swells, His shivering mates, and pays to trusted | Tipt with a wreath, high-curling in the
sky. His annual visit. Half afraid, he first As thus the snows arise ; and foul and Against the window beats; then, brisk, fierce, alights
All winter drives along the darkened air ; On the warm hearth ; then, hopping o'er In his own loose revolving fields, the the floor,
swain Eyes all the smiling family askance, Disastered stands ; sees other hills ascend, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where Of unknown joyless brow; and other he is :
scenes, Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless Attract his slender feet. The foodless plain : wilds
Nor finds the river, nor the forest hid Pour forth their brown inhabitants. The Beneath the formless wild; but wanders on hare,
From hill to dale, still more and more
thoughts of home Urged on by fearless want. The bleating Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour kind
forth Eyethe bleak heaven, and next the glisten- In many a vain attempt. How sinks his ing earth,
soul ! With looks of dumb despair ; then, sad What black despair, what horrors fill his dispersed,
heart ! Dig for the withered herb through heaps | When for the dusky spot, which fancy of snow.
He meets the roughness of the middle
While round him night resistless closes lowing east,
fast, In this dire season, oft the whirlwind's wing And every tempest, howling o'er his Sweeps up the burthen of whole wintry head, plains
Renders the savage wilderness more wild.
Then throng the busy shapes into his Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, mind,
From every low pursuit ! and feed my Of covered pits, unfathomably deep,
soul A dire descent! beyond the power of With knowledge, conscious peace, and frost;
virtue pure ; Of faithless bogs; of precipices huge, Sacred, substantial, never-failing bliss ! Smoothed up with snow; and, what is
land, unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.
A HYMN. These check his fearful steps ; and down
These, as they change, Almighty Father, he sinks
these Beneath the shelter of the shapeless drift,
Are but the varied God. The rolling Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death,
year Mixed with the tender anguish Nature
Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing shoots
Spring Through the wrung bosom of the dying Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and man,
love. His wife, his children, and his friends un
Wide flush the fields; the softening air is
balm ; In vain for him the officious wife prepares
Echo the mountains round; the forest The fire fair blazing, and the vestment
smiles ; Warm;
And every sense and every heart is joy. In vain his little children, peeping out
Then comes Thy glory in the Summer Into the mingling storm, demand their
With light and heat refulgent. Then Thy With tears of artless innocence. Alas! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he be
Shoots full perfection through the swelling hold, Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every
year : And oft Thy voice in dreadful thunder
speaks, The deadly winter seizes; shuts up sense;
And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, And o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold, Lays him along the snows, a stiffened By brooks and groves in hollow-whisper
ing gales. corpse, Stretch'd out and bleaching in the north-Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfined,
And spreads a common feast for all that ern blast.
In Winter awful Thou ! with clouds and [A SHORT PRAYER.]
storms Father of light and life! thou Good Around Thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest Supreme !
rolled, O teach me what is good ! teach me Thy- | Majestic darkness ! On the whirlwind's self!
Riding sublime, Thou bidd'st the world His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trenadore,
bling rills; And humblest nature with Thy northern And let me catch it as I muse along. blast.
Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Mysterious round! what skill, what force. Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze divine,
Along the vale ; and thou majestic main, Deep-felt, in these appear ! a simple train, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Yet so delightful mixed, with such kind Sound His stupendous praise, whose art,
greater voice Such beauty and beneficence combined ; Or bids you roar, or bids your roaring fall. Shade unperceived, so softening into shade; So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, And all so forming a harmonious whole, and flowers, That, as they still succeed, they ravish In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun still.
exalts, But wandering oft, with rude unconscious Whose breath perfumes you, and whose gaze,
pencil paints. Man marks not Thee, marks not the mighty | Ye forests bend, ye harvests wave to Him: hand
Breathe your still song into the reaper's That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres; heart, Works in the secret deep; shoots steam- As home he goes beneath the joyous
ing thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth spring ;
asleep Flings from the sun direct the flaming day; | Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest Feeds every creature ; hurls the tempest beams, forth,
Ye constellations, while your angels strike, And, as on earth this grateful change re- Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. volves,
Great source of day! blest image here beWith transport touches all the springs of low life.
Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, Nature, attend ! join, every living soul From world to world, the vital ocean Beneath the spacious temple of the sky, round, In adoration join ; and ardent raise On nature write with every beam His One general song! To Him, ye vocal praise. gales,
The thunder rolls : be hushed the prosBreathe soft, whose spirit in your freshness trate world, breathes.
While cloud to cloud returns the solemn Oh! talk of Him in solitary glooms,
hymn. Where o'er the rock the scarcely waving Bleat out afresh, ye hills ; ye mossy rocks pine
Retain the sound; the broad responsive Fills the brown shade with a religious awe. low,
ye, whose bolder note is heard afar, Ye valleys, raise ; for the Great Shepherd Who shake the astonished world, lift high reigns, to heaven
AndHis unsuffering kingdom yet will come. The impetuous song, and say from whom Ye woodlands all, awake ; a boundless you rage.
Burst from the groves; and when the rest- In the void waste as in the city full ; less day,
And where He vital breathes, there must Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep,
be joy. Sweetest of birds! sweet Philomela, charm When even at ast the solemn hour shall The listening shades, and teach the night come, His praise.
And wing my mystic flight to future Ye chief, for whom the whole creation worlds, smiles;
I cheerful will obey ; there with new At once the head, the heart, the tongue powers, of all,
Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Crown the great hymn! in swarming Where universal love not smiles around, cities vast,
Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; Assembled men to the deep organ join From seeming evil still educing good, The long resounding voice, oft breaking And better thence again, and better still, clear,
In infinite progression. But I lose At solemn pauses, through the swelling Myself in Him, in light ineffable ! base;
Come, then, expressive silence, muse His And, as each mingling fame increases praise.
(ANCIENT GREECE.] The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre,
Hail Nature's utmost boast ! unrivalled Still sing the God of seasons as they roll.
Greece ! For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the Summer My fairest reign ! where every power be
nign ray Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn Conspir’d to blow the flower of humangleams,
kind, Or Winter rises in the blackening east
And lavished all that genius can inspire. Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no Clear sunny climates, by the breezy main,
Ionian or Ægæan, tempered kind. more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Light, airy soils. A country rich and gay; Should fate command me to the farthest Brokeinto hills with balmy odours crowned, verge
And, bright with purple harvest, joyous Of the green earth, to distant barbarous vales; climes,
Mountains, and streams, where verse Rivers unknown to song; where first the spontaneous flowed ;
Whence deemed by wondering men the Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting seat of gods, beam
And still the mountains and the streams Flames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought
of song. to me ;
All that boon Nature could luxuriant pour Since God is ever present, ever felt, Of high materials, and my restless arts
Frame into finished life. How many states, For that they lived entire, and even for that And clustering towns, and monuments of The tender mother urged her son to die. fame,
Of softer genius, but not less intent And scenes of glorious deeds, in little To seize the palm of empire, Athens rose. bounds!
Where, with bright marbles big and future From the rough tract of bending moun- pomp, tains, beat
Hymettus spread, amid the scented sky, By Ardria's here, there by Ægæan waves; His thymy treasures to the labouring bee, To where the deep-adorning Cyclade isles And to botanic hand the stores of health; In shining prospect rise, and on the shore Wrapt in a soul-attenuating clime, Of farthest Crete resounds the Lybian Between Ilissus and Cephissus glowed main.
This hive of science, shedding sweets O'er all two rival cities reared the brow, divine, And balanced all. Spread on Eurotas' Of active arts, and animated arms. bank,
There, passionate for me, an easy-moved, Amid a circle of soft-rising hills,
A quick, refined, a delicate, humane, The patient Sparta one : the sober, hard, Enlightened people reigned. Oft on the And man-subduing city ; which no shape brink Of pain could conquer, nor of pleasure of ruin, hurried by the charm of speech, charm.
Inforcing hasty counsel immature, Lycurgus there built, on the solid base Tottered the rash democracy ; unpoised, Of equal life, so well a tempered state ; And by the rage devoured, that ever tears Where mixed each government, in such A populace unequal ; part too rich, just poise ;
And part or fierce with want or abject Each power so checking, and supporting, grown. each ;
Solon, at last, their mild restorer rose : That firm for ages, and unmoved, it stood, Aliayed the tempest ; to the calm of laws The fort of Greece ! without one giddy | Reduced the settling whole ; and with the hour,
weight One shock of faction, or of party-rage. Which the two senates to the public lent, For, drained the springs of wealth, cor- As with an anchor fixed the driving state. ruption there
Nor was my forming care to these conLay withered at the root. Thrice happy
For emulation through the whole I poured, Had not neglected art, with weedy vice Noble contention who should most excel Confounded, sunk. But if Athenian arts In government well-poised, adjusted best Loved not the soil; yet there the calm abode | To public weal: in countries cultured high; Of wisdom, virtue, philosophic ease, In ornamented towns, where order reigns, Of manly sense and wit, in frugal phrase Free social life, and polished manners fair: Confined, and pressed into Laconic force. In exercise, and arms; arms only drawn There too, by rooting thence still treach- For common Greece, to quell the Persian erous self,
pride : The public and the private grew the same. In moral science, and in graceful arts. The children of the nursing public all, Hence as for glory peacefully they strove, And at its table fed, for that they toiled, The prize grew greater, and the prize of all.