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$ 132. Happy the Freedom of the Man whom With

Hon whom With what he views. The landscape has his Grace makes free-His relish of the Works

praise, of God - Address to the Creator. CowPER.11

But noi its Author. Unconcern'd who form’d

* The paradise he sees, he finds it such ;'. , He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And, such well-pleas'd lo find it, asks no more. And all are slaves beside. There's not a chain Not so the mind thathasbeentouch'dfromHeav'n,! That hellish foes confed rate for his harm And in the school of sacred wisdom taught Can wind around him, but he casts it off To read his wonders, in whose thoughtthe world, With as much ease as Sainson his green withes. Fair as it is, existed ere it was : He looks abroad into the varied field

Not for its own sake merely, but for his Of Nature ; and tho' poor, perhaps, compar'd Much more who fashion'd it, he gives it praise; With those whose inansions glitter in his sight, Praise that, from earth resulting, as it ought, Calls the delightful scen'ry all his own To earth's acknowledg'd Sovereign, finds at His are the mountains, and the valleys his,

once And the resplendent rivers; his't' enjoy Its only just proprietor in Him. With a propriety that none can feel,

The soul thai sees him, or receives sublim'd But who, with filial confidence inspir'd, New faculties, or learns at least t' employ Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye, More worthily the pow'rs she own'd before, And smiling say - My Father made them all : Discerns in all things, what, with stupid gaze Are they not his by a peculiar right?

Ofignorance, till then she overlook’d, And by an emphasis of int'rest his,

Array of heavenly light gilding all forins Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy, (Terrestrial, in the vast and the minute, · Whose heart with praise, and whose exalted mind The unambiguous footsteps of the God With worthy thoughts of that unwearied love Who gives its lustre to an insect's wing, That plann'd, and built, and still upholds a world And wheels his throne upon the rolling worlds. So cloath'd with beauty, for rebellious man? Much conversant with Heaven, she often holds Yes — ye may fill your garners ; ye that reap With those fair ininisters of light to man, The loaded soil, and ye may waste much good That fill the skies nightly with silent pomp, In senseless riot; but ye will not find

Sweet conference ! inquires what strains were In seast or in the chace, in song or dance,

they - A liberly like his, who, unimpeach'd

With which Heaven rang, when ev'ry star, in Of usurpation, and to no man's wrong,

Appropriates nature as his Father's work, To gratulate the new created earth,
And has a richer use of yours than you. Sent forth a voice, and all the sons of God
He is indeed a freeman ; free by birih

Shonted for joy " Tell me ye shining hosts, Of no mean city, plann'd or ere the hills “That navigate a sea lhat knows no storms, Were built, the fountains open'd, or the sea, “ Beneath a vault unsnllied with a cloud,

With all his roaring multitude of waves. “ If from your elevation, whence ye view - His freedom is the same in ev'ry state;

“ Distinctly scenes invisible to man, And no condition of this changeful life, “ And systems, of whose birth nó tidings yet So manifold in cares, whose ev'ry day

“ Have reach'd this nether world, ye spy a race Brings its own evil with it, makes it less : “ Favor'd as ours, transgressors from the womb, For he has wings that neither sickness, pain,

" And hasting to a grave, yet doom'd to rise, Nor penary can cripple or coufine;

And to possess a brighter Heaven than yours? No nook só narrow but he spreads them there “ As one who, long detain'd on foreign shores, With ease, and is at large. Th' oppressor holds " Pants to return, and when he sees afar His body bound, but knows not what a range “ His country's weather bleach'd and batter'd His spirit takes, unconscious of a chain ; And that to bind him is a vain attempt, " From the green wave emerging, darts an eye Whom God delights in, and in whom hedwells." Radiant with joy towards the happy land ; Acquaint thyself with God, if thou would'stl" So I with animated hopes behold, taste

" And many an aching wish, your beamy fires, His works. Adrnitted once to his embrace, " That show like beacons in the blue abyss, - Thou shalt perceive that thou wast blind before: “ Ordain'd to guide th' embodied spirit home

Thine eye shall be instructed ; and thine heart," From toilsome life to never-ending rest.
Made pure, shall relish with divine delight, " Love kindles as I gaze. I feel desires
Till then unfelt, what hands divine have wrought. " That give assurance of their own success,
brutes graze the mountain-top with faces prone, " And that infus'd from Heav'n must thither
And eyes intent upon the scanty herb

tend." . t yields them ; or, recuinbent on its brow, So reads he nature, whom the lamp of truth Ruminate, heedless of the scene outspread

Illuminates ; thy lamp, mysterious Word! Seneath, berond, and stretching far away

Which whoso sees no longer wanders lost, rom inland regions to the distant inain.

| With intellects bemaz'd, in endless doubt, Man views it and admires, but repts content

(But runs the road of wisdom. Thou hast built, LI



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With means that were not, till by thee employ'd, Worlds that had never been, hadst thou in $ 133. That Philosophy which stops at Secure strength

dary Causes reprored. Cow PER. Been less, or less benevolent than strong. They are thy witnesses, who speak thy pow'r | HAPPY the man who sees a God employd And goodness infinite, but speak in ears

Tin all the good and ill that cheyuer life! That hear not, or receive not their report.

Resolving all events, with their effects In vain thy creatures testify of thee.

| And manifold results, into the will Till thou proclaim thyself. Theirs is indeed And arbitration wise of the Supreme. A teaching voice; but 'tis tlae praise of thine, Did not his eye rule all things and intend That whom it teaches it makes prompt to learn, The least of our concerns (since from the least And with the boon gives talenis for its use. The greatest oft originate); could chance Tüll thon art heard, imaginations vain

Find place in his dominion, or dispose Possess the heart, and fables fillse as hell, One lawless particle to thwart his plau ; Yet deem'd oracular, lure clown to death | Then God might be surpris'd, and unforesees The uninform'd and heedless sons of men. Contingence might alarm him, and disturb We give to chance, blind chance, ourselves as The smooth and equal course of his affairs, blind,

This truth, philosophy, though eagle-eyed The glory of thy work, which yet appears In nature's tendencies, oft overlooks ; Perfect and unimpeachable of blame,

| And, having found his instrument, forget Challenging human scrutiny, and prov'd

Or disregards, or, more presumptuous still, Then skilful most when most severely judg'd. Denies the pow'r that weilds it. God prockin But chance is not, or is nut where tholi reign'st: His hot displeasure against foolish men Thy providence forbids that fickle pow'r That live an atheist life ; involves the hearen (If pow'r she be that works but to confound) | In tempests ; quits his grasp upon the winds, To mix her wild vagarics with thy laws.

| And gives them all their fury; bids a plague Yet thus we dote, refusing, wbile we can,

Kindle a fiery bile upon the skin, Instruction, and inventing to ourselves

And putrefy the breath of blooming health. Gods such as guilt makes welcome, Gods that He calls for famine; and the meagre fend sleep,

Blowg mildew from between his shriyeldir, Or disregard our follies, or that fit

And taints the golden ear: he springs la Amus'd spectators of this bustling stage.

mines, Thee we reject, unable to abide

And desolares a nation at a blast. 'Thy purity, till pure as thou art pure, Forth steps the spruce philosopher, and tells Made suck by thee, we love thee for that cause Of homogeneal and discordant springs For which we shunnd and hated thee before. And principles; of causes, how they work Then we are free! then liberty, like day, By necessary laws their sure effects, Breaks on the soul, and by a flash froin Hea- Of action, and te-action. He has found ven

The source of the disease that Nature feeks, Fires all the faculties with glorious joy:

And bids the world take heart and banish A voice is heard, that mortal ears hear not

fear. Till thou hast touch'd them; 'tis the voice of Thou fool! will thy discovery of the etuse song.

Suspend th' effect, or heal it? Has tot God A loud Hosanna sent from all thy works, Still wrought by means since first he made te Which he that hears it with a shout repeats, I world ? And adds his raptute to the gen'rał praise. And did he not of old employ his means In that blest moinet, Nature, throwing wide. To drown it? What is his creation less Her veil opake, discloses with a smile

Than a capacious reservoir of means The Author of her beautics, who, retir'd Form'd for bis rise, and really at his will ? Behind his own creation, tvorks unseen Go, dress thine eyes with eyesatre; sk! By the inipure, and hears his pow'r denied. I him;. Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Tor ask of whoinsoerer he has taught, Their only point of rest, Eternal Word! And learn, tho' late, the genuine cause of all. From the departing, they are lost, to rove At randoın, without honor, bope, of peace. I $ 194. Rural Sounds as well as Sights delighita: From thee is all that sooths the life of inan,

Corpze. Ilis high endeavour, and his glad success, NOR tural sights alone, but rural sounds His strength to suffer, and his will 10 scrie. Exhilarate the spirit, and restore But, ()! Thou bountenus Giver of all good, The tone of languid Nature. Might winds Thou art of all thy gifts thyself the crowni! That siveep the skist of some far spread Give what thou calist, without thee we are wood poor ;

of antient growth, make music not unlike And with the rich, take what thou wilt | The dash of ocean on his winding shore, away.

And bull the spirit while they fill the mind,


Unnumber'd branches waying in the blast, They love it, and yet loath it ; fear to die, -
And all their leaves fast flutt'ring all at once. Yet scorn the purposes for which they live.
Nor less composire waits upon the roar. Then wherefore not renounce them! No
Of distant Aoods, or on the softer voice

the dread, Of neighb'ring fountain, or of rills that slip T he slavish dread of solitude, that breeds Through the cleft rock, and chiming as they Reflection and remorse, the fear of shame, fall

And their invet'rate habits all forbid. l'pon loosc pebbles, lose themselves at length | Whom call we gay? That honor has been In matted grass, that with a livelier green

long Betrays the secret of their silent course. The boast of mere pretenders to the name. Nature inanimate employs sweet sounds,

The innocent are gay - the lark is gay, But animated nature sweeter still,

That dries his feathers, saturate with dew, To sooth and satisfy the human ear.

Beneath the rosy cloud, while yet the bearns Ten thousand warblers cheer the day, and one of day-spring overshoot his humble ni st. The live-long night: nor these alone, whose The peasant too, a witness of his song, notes

| Himself a songster, is as gay as he. Nice-finger'd art must emulate in vain,

But save me from the gaiety of those But cawing rooks, and kites, that swim sublime Whose head-achs pail them to a noon-day bed; In still repeated circles, screaming lourd, And save me too from theirs whose haggard The jaye, the pye, and ev'n the boding owl

eyes That hails the rising moon, have charms for Flash desperation, and betray their pangs ine.

For property stript off' by cruel chance; Sounds inharmonious in themselves and harsh, | From gaiety that fills the bones with pain, Yet, heard in scenes where peace for ever The mouth with blasphemy, the heart with reigns,

woe, And only there, please highly for their sake.

§ 136. Satirical Review of our Trips to France.

CowPER. Ø 135 The Wearisomeness of achat is com- Now hoist the sail, and let the streamers float monly called a Life of Pleasure. Cow PER. Upon the wanton breezes. Strew the deck

With lavender, and sprinkle liquid sweets, The spleen is seldom felt where Flora reigns ;

That no rude favor maritime invade The low'ring eye, the petulance, the fruwn,

The noise of nice nobility. Breathe soft And sullen sadness, that o'ershade, distort

Ye clarionets, and softer still ye flutes, And mar the face of beauty, where no cause

That winds and waters, lulle by magic sounds, For such immeasurable wöc appears ;

May bare us smoothly to the Gallic shore. These Flora banishes, and gives ihe fair

True, we have lost an empire-let it pass.

an ner|True, we may thank the perfidy of France, own.

That pick'd the jewel out of England's crown, It is the constant revolution, stale

With all the cunning of an envious shrew : And lasteless, of the sanie repeated joys,

And let that pass -iwas but a trick of state. That palls and satiates, and makes languid

A brave man knows no malice, but at once life

Forgets in peace the injuries of war, A pedlar's pack, that bows the bearer down.

And gives liis distrest foe a friend's embrace. Health suffers, and the spirits ebb; the heart

| And, sham'd as we have been, to the very Recoils from its own choice-at the full feast

beard Is famish'd finds no music in the song,

Bray'd and defied, and in our own sea pror'd No smartness in the jest, and wonders why.

Too weak for those decisive blows that once Yet thousands still desire to journey on, Though halt, and weary of the path

Insur'd us mast'ry there, we yet retain

they (Some small pre-eininence: we justly boast tread.

| At least superior jockeyship, and claim The paralytic, who can hold her cards,

The honors of the turf as all our own. But cannot play them, borrows a friend's hand

Go then, well worthy of the praise ye seek, To deal and shuffle, to divide and sort

And show the shame ye -niight conceal, at Her mingled suits and sequences, and sits,

home, Spectatress both and spectacle, a sad

In foreign eyes! — be grooms, and win the And silent cypher, while her proxy plays.

plate, Others are dragg'd into the crowded rooin

Where once your nobler fathers won a crown! Between supporters; and, once seated, sit, Through downright inability to rise, Till the stout bearers lift the corpse again. 18 137. The Pulpit the Engine of Reformation. These speak a loud memento. Yet even these

Cowper. Themselves love life, and cling to it; as he Tue Pulpit therefore (and I name it, fillid That overhangs a torrent, to a twig

With solemn awe, that bids ine wal beware


With what intent I touch the holy thing) | If haply from his guarded breast
The Pulpit (when the sat'rist has at last, Į Should steal the unsuspected sigh;
Strutting and vap'ring in an empty school, And Memory, an unbidden guesi,
Spent all his force and made no proselyte) — With former passions filled his eye.
I say the Pulpit (in the sober use
Of its legitimate peculiar pow'rs)

| Then pious hope and duty prais d Must stand acknowlerly'd while the world

The wisdom of ih' unerring sway; . shall stand

"And while his cye to heaven he rais'd, The most important and effectual guard,

| Its silent waters suuk away. Support and ornament of virtue's cause. Life's gayer ensigns once he bore There stands the messenger of truth; there! Ah! what avails the mournful tale? stands

Suffice it, when the scene was o'er,
The legate of the skies: his theme divine,

He fled to the sequester'd vale.
His oflice sacred, his credentials clear.
By him the violated law speaks out

" What tho the joys I lov'd so well, Iis thunders, and by him in strains as sweet

1 “ The charins," he cry'd, “ that youth has As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.

known, He stablishes the strong, restores the weak,

" Fly from the hermit's lonely cell! . Reclaims the wand'rer, binds the broken " Yet is not Armine still my own? heart,

l“ Yes, Armine, yes, thou valued youth! Aad, arm'd himself in panoply complete, “Midst every grief thou still art mine! Of heavenly temper, furnislies with arms - Dear pledge of Winifreda's truth, Bright as his own ; and trains, hy ev'ry rule “ And solace of my life's decline. Of holy discipline, to glorious war,

" Tho' from the world and worldly care The sacramental host of God's clect.

“ My wearied mind I mean to free,

" Yet ev'ry hour that heaven can spare, $ 138. The Petit-Maitre Clergyman. Cowper.

I“ My Armine, I devote to thee.

" Sty Armine,

" And sure that heaven my hopes shall bless, I venerate the man wliose heart is warm,



" And make thee famid for virtues fair, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and « And happy too, if happiness

whose life Coincident, exhibit lucid proof

Depend upon a parent's pray'r : That he is honest in the sacred cause. “ Last hope of life's departing day, To such I render inore than mere respect, 1 “ In whom its future scenes I see! Whose actions say that they respect themselves. I" No truant thought shall ever stray But, loose in morals, and in manners vain, T“ From this lone herinitage and ther." In conversation frivolous, in dress

| Thus, to his humble fate resign'd, Extreme, at onoe rapacious and profuse ;

| Ilis breast cach anxious care foregnes : Frequent in park, with lady at his side,

Tall but the care of Armine's mind,
Ambling and prattling scandal as he goes;
But rare at hoine, and never at his books,

The dearest task a parent knows !
Or with his pen, save when he scrawls a card ; 1 And we were all lis cares repaid;
Constant at routs, familiar with a round

In Armine's breast each virtue grew, Of ladyship’s, a stranger to the poor ;

In full maturity display'd
Ambitious of preferinent, for its gold,

To fond Affection 's anxious view,
And well prepar'd by ignorance and sloth,
By infidelity and love o'th' world

Nor yet neglected were the charms
To make God's work a sinecure: a slave

To polisli'd life that grace impart: To his own pleasures, and his patrons pride

Virtue, he know, but feebly warnis From such apostles, () ye miired heads,

Till science humanize the heart. Preserve the church! and lay not careless And, when he saw the lawless train hands

l Of passions in the youthful breast, On seulis that cannot teach, and will not He curb'd them not with rigid rein, learn.

But strove to sooth them into rest.

' ' Think not, ny son, in this," he cry'd, § 139. Armine und Elvira, a Legenciary Tale. A father's precept shall displease;

CARTWRIGHT." No-be each passion gratify'd

| “That tends to happiness or case. A HERMIT on the banks of Trent,

. " Nor shall th' ungrateful task be mine Far from the world's bewildering maze, I “ Their native gen'rous warmth to blame, To hunibler scenes of calm content

“ That warmth if reason's suffrage join Had filed, from lrighter, busier days.

“ To point the object and the aim.

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Iti " This suffrage wanting, know, fond boy, ah then, his anguish to remove, " That every passion proves a foe :

Deprir'd of all his heart holds dear, " Tho' much it deal in promis'd joy,

How sweet the still surviving love " It pays, alas! in certain woe.

Of Friendship's smile, of Pity's tear! “ Complete Ambitiou's wildest scheme : This knew the sire : he oft would cry,

“ In Power's most brilliant robes appear; “ From these, my son, ( ne'er depart! " Indulge in Fortune's golden dream; " These tender charities that tic

" Then ask thy breast if Peace be there. “ In mutual league the human heart. " No: it shall tell thee, Peace rotires " Be thine those feelings of the mind,

“ If once of her lov'd friends deprivd; 1“ That wake at Ilonor's, Friendship's call : " Contentment calm, subdu'd desires, " Benevolence, that uncontin'!

" Ain happiness that 's self-deriv'd,".. I “ Extends her liberal hand to all. To temper thus the stronger fires

" By Sympathy's untutor d'voice
Of vouch he'strovc; for well he knew, “ Be taught her social law's to keep;
Boundless as thought tho' man's desires, " Rejoice if human heart rejoice,
The real wants of life 'werc few.

“ And weep it human eye shall weep. And oft' revolving in his breast

" The heart that bleeds for others' woes . Th'insatiate lust of wealth or fame,

“ Shall feel each selfish sorrow less; He, with no common care opprest, .

" His breast, who happiness bestows, To fortune thus would oft exclaim:

| “ Reflected happiness shall bless. , " O Fortune!'at ily crowded shrine in " Each ruder passion still withstood

“What wretched worlds of suppliảnts bow! “ That breaks o'er virtue's sober line, " For ever hail'd thy power divine,

" The tender, noble, and the good, “For ever breath'd the serious vow.

“ To cherish and indulge be thine. .. - " With tottering pace and feeble knee, " And yet, mg Armine, might I naine : " See age advance in shameless liaste,

One passion as a dangerous guest, "The palsy'd hand is stretch'd to thee " Well may'st thou wonder when I blame

For wealth he wants the power to taste. “The tenderest, noblest, and the best. - " See, led by Hope, the youthful train, " Nature, 'tis true, with love design'd " “ Her fairy dreams their hearts have won ;.

I “ To sinooth the race our fathers ran; . “ She points to what they ne'er shall gain, " The savage of the human kind in Os dearly gaini - to be undone.

“ By love was soften'd into man, * Must I too form the votivé prayer,

• As feels the ore the searching fire, ! “And wilt thou hear one suppliant more? | “ Expanding and refining tou, “ His prayer, O Fortune! deign to hear,..

J“ So fairer glou'd cach fair desire, “ To thee who never pray'd before." I“ Each gentle thought so gentlet grew."" O may one dear, one favor'd youth,. How chang'd, alas ! those happy days ! ::?

May Armiine still thy power disclaim; A train how different now succeeds I; " Kneel only at the shrine of truth,

""? While sordid Avarice' betrays, ' “ Count freedom wealth, and virtue' fame!" | “ Or empty Vanity misleads: Ln! to his utmost wishes blest, -* !" Fled from the heart each nobler guest,

The prayer was heard ; and freedom's fame, “ Each genuine feeling we forego ; . And truth the sunshine of the breast,

" What nature plaiited in the breast Were Armine's wealth, were Armine's fame. “ The flowers of love, are weeds of woe. Ilis heart no selfish cares confin'd,'.

7 Hence all the pangs the heart must feel " He felt for all that feel distress, ;

“ Between contending passions tost, And, still benevolent and kind,

f Wild Jealousy's avenging steel, lle bless'd ther, or he wishiď to bless. " And life, and fame, and virtue lost? Los what tho' Fortune's frown deny '; for Yet falling life, yet fading fame, With wealth to bid the suffcrer live,

" Compar'd to what his heart innoy, Yet Pity's band can oft supply

I" Who cherishes a hopeless flame,
A balın. she never knew to give : .. I“ Are terms of happiness and joy.
Can oft with lenient drops assuage: '' Ah, then, the soft contagion Ay!
The wounds no ruder hand can heal,

" And timely shun th' alluring bait !" . When grief, despair, distraction, rage, |The rising blush, the downcast eye, While Death the lips of love shall seal. Proclaim'd the precept was too late.



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