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Tell it soine untaught savage! with surprise Blest when we reach it, wretched while we He asks,

How vast must be that giant's size! miss, " How great his pow'r, who thousands can Our joys, our sorrow's prove, there must be employ!

bliss. “How great ' his force, who millions can de- Nor can this be some visionary dream,

Where heated fancy forms the fatt'ring scheme. But if the savage would, more curious, know There sure is bliss - else, why by all desir'd? What poient virtues from such viands flow, What guileful pow'r has the mad search inWhat blest effects they cause — consult with spir'd ? Sloane,

Could accident produce in all the same, Let him explain the colic, gout, and stone? Or a vain shadow raise a real flanie?

Pleasure's for use; it differs in degree, When nature in the world's distended space, Proportion'd to the thing's necessity.

Or fillid, or almost fill'd each smaller place; Hence various objects variously excite, Careful in meanest matter to produce And diff'rent is the date of each delight; Each single motion for some certain use; But when th'allotted end we once attain, Hard was the lot of her first fav’rite, man, Each step beyond it, is a step to pain.

Faulty the scheme of his contracted span, Nor let us murmur-Hath not earth a store If that alone must know an useless void, For every wani? it was not meant for more, And he feel longings ne'er to be enjoy'il.

Blest is the inan, as far as earth can bless, That only can produce cousumniate joy, Whose measur'd passions reach no wild ex. Which cquals all the pow'rs it would employ; cess ;

Such fitting object to each talent giv'n, Who, urg'd by nature's voice, her gifts enjoys, Each cannot fit what was design'd for hear’n. Nor other ineans, than nature's force, employs. Why then is man with gifts sublimest fraught, While warm with youth the sprightly current and active will, and comprehensive thought? flows,

For what is all this waste of mental force? Each vivid sense with vig'rous rapture glows ; What! for a house, a coach, a dog, a horse ? And when he droops beneath the hand of Has nature's Lord inverted nature's plan? age,

Is man now made for what was made for man? No vicious habit stings with fruitless rage ; There must be pleasures past the reach of Gradual, his strength, and gay sensations cease, sense, While joys tumultuous sink in silent peace.

Some nobler source must happiness dispense: Far other is bis lot, who, not content Reason, arise ! and vindicate thy claiin, With what the bounteous care of nature meant, Flash on our minds the joy-infusing Hame ; With labor'd skill would all her joys dilate, Pour forth the fount of light, whose endless Sublime their sense, and lengihen out their

Thought drinks insatiate, while it thirsts for Add, blend, compose, each various mixture try, And wind up appetite to luxury.

And thou, seraphic faine! who could'st in. Thus guilty art unknown desires implants,

spire And viler arts must satisfy their wants ; The prophet's voice, and wrap his soul in fire; When to corruption by himself betray'd, Ray of th'eternal beam! who canst pervade Gold blinds the slave, whom luxury has made. The distant past, and future's gloomy shade : The hand that forind us, musi some use in- While trembling reason teinpts heav'n's daztend,

zling height, It gives us pow'rs proportion'd to that end ; Sublime her force, and guide her dubious And happiness may justly be defind,

Aight; A full attainment of the end design'd. Strengthen'd by thee! she bears the streaming Virtue and wisdom this alike implies,

blaze, And blest must be the virtuous and the wise. And drinks new light from truth's immortal

Bliss is ordaind for all, since heaven intends rays.
All beings should attain their destin'd ends : Great, only evidence of things divine !
For this the fair idea shines confess'd

By thee reveal'd, the mystic wonders shine! To

every mind, and glows in every breast. What puzzled sophists vainly would explore, Compard with this, all mortal joys are vain; What humbled pride in silence must adore, Inspir'd by this, we restless onward strain. What plainly mark'd in heav'n's deliver'd page, High though we mount, the object mounts more Makes the taught hind more wise than Greece's high,

sage. Eludes our grasp, and mingles with the sky. Yet reason proves thee in her low degree, With nothing less th' aspiring soul's content, And owns ihy truths, from their necessity. For nothing less her gen'rous flame was pneant; Conspicuous now is happiness display'd, Th' unerring rule which all ous steps should Possessing him for whom alone we're made. guide,

For he alone all human bliss completes, The certain test, by which true good is try'd. To him alone th' expanding bosom beats ;

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Who fills each faculty, each pow'r can move, Wretched the man who toils ambition's slave ; Exerts all thought, and deep. absorbs all love; Who pines for wealth, or sighs for empty Whose ceascless being years would tell in

fame; vain,

Who rolls in pleasures which the mind deWhose attributes immense all bounds disdain.

prave, No sickly taste the heav'nly rapture cloys, Bought with severe remorse, and guilty shame. Nor wearied senses sink in wheluing joys; While, rais'd above low matter's grosser frame, Virtue and knowledge be our better aim; Pure spirit blazas in his purer flame.

These help us III to bear, or teach to shun; Such are th'imniortal blessings that attend Let . Friendship cheer us with her gen’tuus The just, the good, the patriot, and the friend. Aame, Nor such alone in distant prospect cheer, Friendship, the suin of all our joys in one: They taste heav'n's joys anticipated here. So shall we live cach moment fate has givin; These in the smiling cups of pleasure flow, How long, or short, let us resign to hear'n. Or, mingling, sooth the bitter stream of woe; These pay the loss of honors, and of place, And teach that guilt alone is true disgrace; These with the glorious exile cheerful rove, § 157. Immortality, or the Consolation of HuAnd, far from courts, fresh bloom in Curio's

man Life. A Monody. grove.

T. DENTON, A.M. Long may such bliss, by such enjoy'd, attest, The greatly virtuous are the greatly blest!

1. Enough there are amidst

yon gorgeous train, Who, wretched, prove all other joys are vain.

Wrex black-brow'd Night her dusky mantle So shines the truth these humble lhes un

spread, fold,

And wrapt in solemn gloom the sable sky; “ Fair virtue ever is unwisely sold." When soothing Sleep her opiate dews had shed,

And seald in silken slunbess every eye : Too mean a price sublimest fortune brings, Too mean the wealth, the smiles, the crowns of My wakefal thoughts admit no balmy rest, kings :

Nor the sweet bliss of soft oblivion share ; For rais'd o'er these, she makes our bliss

But watchful wpe distracts my aching breast,

secure, The present pleasing, and the future sure.

My heart the subject of correding care: While prosp'rous guilt a sad reverse appears,

From haunts of men with wand'ring steps and

slow And in the tasteless now, the future fears.

I solitary steal, and sooth my pensive woe. .

II.

Yet no fell passion's rough discordant rage whom virtue makes the worthy heir Untun'd the music of my tranquil mind: Of **'s titles, and of *'s estate,

Ambition's tinselled charnis could ne'er engage, Blest in a wife, who-e beauty, though so rare, No harbour there could sordid ar'rice find: Is the least grace of all that round her wait. Froin lusts foul spring nay grief disdains to flor,

No sighs of curvy from my bosom break, While other youths, sprung from the good and But soft compassion melts my soul to woe, grcat,

And social tcars fast trickle down my cheek: In devious paths of pleasure seek their bane, Ah me! when nature gives one general groan, Reckless of wisdom's lore, of birth, or state, Each heart must beat with woe, cach voice reMeanly debauch'd, or insolently vain ;

sponsive monin. Through Virtue's sacred gate to Honor’s fane

III.
You and your fair associate ceaseless climb
With glorious emulation, sure to gain

Where'er I cast my moist'ned eyes around, A ineed, shall last beyond the reign of Timne:

Or stretch my prospects n'er the distant land, From your example long may Britain see,

There foul Corruption's tainted steps are found, Degen'rate Britain, what the Great should be ! And Death grim-visag'd wares his iron hand.

Though now soft Pleasure gild the smiling

scene,

And sportive Joy call forth her festive train. Wisely, O C*, enjoy the present hour, Sinking in night each vital form is seen,

The present hour is all the time we have, Like air-blown bubbles on the wat'ry plain; High God the rest has plac'd beyond our power, * l'ell Death, like brooding Harpy, the remast Consign'd, perhaps, to grief or io ihc Will snatch with talons foul, or sur its graceful grave.

taste.

SONNET I.

§ 156.

SONNET II.

Vid. Virg. Æn. lib. üi ver, 210, et seq.

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Soon as to life our animated clay Ye smiling glories of the youthful year,

Awakes, and conscious being opes our eyes, That ope your fragrant bosoms to the day, Care's freiful fainily at once dismay, That clad in all the pride of spring appear,

With ghastly air a thousand phantoms rise, And steep'd in dew your silken leaves dis- Sad Horror hangs o'er all the deep'ning gloom, play:

Grief prompts the labor'd sigh, Deuth llie

opes In Nature's richest rubes though thus bedight,

marble toinb. Though her soft pencil trace your various

IX. dye,

Yet life's strong love intoxicates the soul, Though lures your roseate hue the charmed

And thirst of bliss inflames the fev'rish inind,

With eager draugbts we drain the pois'nous Thou odors sweet your nect'rous breath bowl, supply,

And in the dregs the cordial hope to find. Soon on your kaves Time's cank'rous tooth shall so heav'n! for this light end were mortals made,

prey, Your dulcet diews exhale, 'your beauteous bloom To catch with cheated grasp the hitting shade,

And plac'd on earih, with happiness in view, decay.

And with vaiir toil the fancied form pursue, V.

Then give their short-liv'd being to the wind, Ye hedge-row elms, beneath whose sprearling As the wing'd arrow flius, and leaves no track shade

behind ! The grazing herds defy the rattling shower;

X. Ye lofty oaks, in whose wide arus display'd Thus lonely wand'ring through the nightly The clain'rous rook builds high his airy shade bower;

Against the stern decrces of stubborn Fate, Stripe by hoar Winter's rough inclenient rage, To nockful Echo my complaints I made,

In mournful heaps your leafy honors lie, Of life's short period, or its twilsome state, Ev'n your hard ribs shall feel the force of age, 'Tis death-like silence all, no sound ( hear,

And your bare trunks the friendly shade deny; Save the hoarse raven oroaking from the sky, No more by cheerful vegetation green, Or scaly beetle murn'ring through the air, Your sapless boles shall sink, and quit th' evanid Or screech-owl screaming with ill-omen'd

cry ;

Save when with brazen tongue from yon high VI.

tow'r Ye feather'd warblers of the vernal year That careless sing, nor fear the frówns of fate,

The clock deep-sounding speaks, and counts the Tune your sad notes to death and winter drear!

passing lour. Ill suit these mirthful strains your transient

XI. state.

Pale Cynthia mounted on her silver car No more with cheerful song nor sprightly air

O'er heav'n's blue concave drives her nightly Salute the blushies of the rising day,

round; With doleful ditries, clrooping wings repair

See a torn abbey, wrapt in gloom, appear To the lone cover of the nightly spray:

Scatter'd in wild confusion o'er the ground, Where love-lorn Philomela strains her throat, Here rav'nous Ruin lifts her wasteful Hands Surround the badding thorn, and swell the O'er briar-grown grots and brainble-shaded mournful note.

graves ; VII.

Safe from her wrath one weeping marble stands, Come, sighing Elegy, with sweetest airs

O'er which the mournful yew its umbrage

wares ; Of melting music teach my grief to flow, I wo must mix my sad conuplaint with theirs

, Ope, ope thy poud'rous jaws, thau friendly

tomb, Our fates are equal, equal be our woe. Close the sad deathful scene, and shroud me in Come, Melancholy, spread thy raven wing, And in thy ebon car, by Fancy led,

thy womb !

XII.
To the dark charnel vaule thy vot'ry bring,
The murky inansions of the mould'ring dead,

Forth issuing lovely froin the gloomy shade, Where dank dews breathe, and saint the sickly

Which stately pines in phalanx deep com. skies,

pose,

Fair above mortals comes a smiling maid Where in sad luathsome heaps aļl human glory

To sooth my sighs, and cheer my heart-felt VIII.

Here nursid by Contemplation, matron sage, Wrapt in the glam of uncreated night

Where with mute Solitude she loves to dwell, Secure we slept in senseless matter's arms, In truth's fair lore she form’d her early age, Nor pain could vex, nor pallid fear affright, And trimm'd the midnight lamp in lonely Qur quiet sncy felt no dream's alarms.

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Here learn'd clear reason's hear'n-sprung lighi | And search creation's ample circuit round, 10 raise,

l'hough modes of being change, all life's im. O'er passion's low-born mists, or pleasure's spu- mortal found. rious blaze.

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XIII.

See the slow reptile grov'ling o'er the green, Her azure mantle flows with easy grace, That trails through slimy paths its cunibrous Nor fashion's folds copstrain, nor custom's load,

Start in new beauty from the lowly scene, An opric tube she hears, each sphere to trace And wing with futt'ring pride th' etherial That rolls its rapid orbit round the sky:

road; Yet not to heav'n alone her view 's contin'd; Burst their shell-prisons, see the feather'd kind,

A clear reflecting plane she holds, to show Where in dark' durance pent awhile they lie, The various movements of the reas'ning mind, Dispread their painted plumage to the wind,

How strange ideas link, and habits grow, Brush the brisk air, swift shooting through Passion's fierce impulse, will's free power to

Hail with their coral hymns the new-born day, To paint the featur'd soul, and mark th’internal Distend their joy-swoln breast, and carol the

sweet lay: XIV.

XVIII. Whence these sad strains, said she, of plaintive See man by varied periods fixt by fate grief,

Ascend perfection's scale by slow degree; Which pierce the sleep-clos'd ear of peaceful The plant-like fætus quits its senseless state, rest!

And helpless hangs sweet-smiling on the Oft has the sick’ning mind here found relief,

knee; llere quell'd the throbbing tumults of ihe Soon outward objects steel into the brain, breast :

Next prattling childhood lisps with mimic Lift up thy loaden eyes to yon fair cloud,

air, Where moon-sprung • Íris blends her beau- Then mem'ry links her fleet ideal train, teous dyes :

And sober reason rises to compare, I lift them soon, and as I gazing stood, The full-grown breast some manly 'passion The feeting phantom in a moment flies ;

warins, Where beam'd ihe gilded arch of gaudy hue, It pants for glory's meed, or beats to love's Frowns the dark low'ring cloud áll gloomy to alarme. the view,

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Then say, since nature's high behest appears Life's emblem fit, said I, that roscid bow! That living forms should change of being The gay illusive pageant of an hour

prove, To real semblance tricks her airy show, In which new joy the novel scene endears, Then sinks in night's dull arms, and is no New objects rise to please, new wings to

inore ! Ah! fool, said she, though now to fancy's Since man too, taught by sage experience, sight

knows The violet pale, the blushing red decays, His frame revolving treads life's varying stage, Though now no painted cloud reflect the light, That the man-plant first vegetating grows, Nor drops prismatic break the falling rays,

Then sense directs, then reason rules in age ; Yet still the colors live, though none appear, Say, is it strange; should death's all-dreaded Glow in the darting bean that gilds yon crystal hour sphere.

Waft to some unknown scenes, or wake some XVI.

untry'd pow'r? Then let not Fancy with her vagrant blaze

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Mislead in trackless paths of wild deceit; The wise Creator wrapt in Aleshly veil
On reason's steady lamp still ardent gaze;

The

ray divine, the pure ætherial mate; Led by her sober light to Truth's retreat. Though worn by age the britile fabric fail, Though wond'rinz Ign'rance sees cach form The smiling soul survives the frowns of decay,

fate: The breathless bird, bare trunk, and shriveld Each circling year, each quick-revolving day Aow'r:

Touches with mould'ring tooth thy fliiting New formie successive catch the vital ray,

frame, Sing their wild riotes, or smile th' allotted With furtive slight repairs th'unseen Jecay; hour,

For ever changing, yet in change the sanie, A rainbow formed by he rays of the moon at night: an object often visible, though from its languid color, not often observed.

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Oft hast thou dropt unhurt thy mortal part,

XXV. Dare the grim terror then, nor dread his guilt. When just expiring hangs life's trembling less dart.

light, XXI.

And fell disease strikes deep the deadly dart,

Reason' and mem'ry burn with ardor bright, The twinkling eye, whose various-humor'd

And gen'rous passions warın the throbbing round Takes in soft net th'inverted form behind, Oft will the vig'rous soul in life's last stage The list'ning ears that catch the waving sound, With keenest relish taste pure nental joys;

Are but mere organs of the feeling mind : Since the fierce efforts of distemper'd rage External inatter this can lend its aid,

Nor 'bates her vigor, nor her pow'rs de And distant shapes with foreign pow'r supply; stroys, Thus the long tube by Golilæo made Say, shall her lustre death itself impair?

Brings home the wonders of the peopled sky: When in high noon she rides, then sets in dark The pow's percipient then feels ng decay,

despair Though blind thie tube, and darkness Llot the

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Though through the heart no purple tide should XXII,

Aow, When lock'd in short suspense by sleep's soft

No quiv'ring nerve should vibrate to the

brain, pow's In death the senses lie,

The mental pow'rs no mean dependence know; temporary When solemn silence reigns at midnight hour,

Thought may survive, und each fair passion

reign ; Deaf the dull ear, and clos'd the curtain'd

As when Lucina ends the pangful strife, eye ; Objects of sense, each conscious sense asleep,

Lifts the young babe, and lights her lambent

flame, With lively inage strike the wakeful soul,

Some pow'rs new-waking hail the dawning Some frowning rock that threats the foaming

life, deep,

Some unsuspended live, unchang'd, the Or wood-hung vale, where streams mean

same ; d'ring roll, Some long-lost friend's returning voice you some posthumous survive, and triumph o'er the

So from our Just fresh faculties may bloom, hear,

tomb, Clasp the life-pictur'd shade, and drop the pleasing tear.

XXVII,

This fibrous frame by nature's kindly law,
XXIII,

Which gives each joy to keen 'sensation here, Each outward organ, as ideas rise,

O'er purer scenes of bliss the veil may draw, Gives easy entrance to the motley train; And cloud reflection's niore exalted sphere. Reflection calm, with retrospective eyes When Death's cold hand with all-dissolving Surveys her treasures in the formful brain

pow'r Though' Death relentless shed his baleful dew, Shall the close tie with friendly stroke un. In Lethe dip each form-conveying pow'r,

bind, Unhurt Reflection may her themes

pursue,

Alike our mortal as our natal hour Smile at the ruin, safe amidst hier store ; May to new being raise the wiking mind : Without one sense's aid, in life's low vale, On death's new genial day the soul may rise, Fancy can furnish joys, and reason lift her Born to some higher sphere, and hail some scale.

brighter skies. XXIV.

XXVIII. Thus the lone lover in the pensive shade The moss-grown tree, that shrinks with rolling In day-dreams rapt of solt ecstatic bliss,

years, Pursues in thought ihe visionary maid,

The drooping flowers that die so soon away, Feasts on the fancy'd smile, and favor'd kiss ; Let not thy heart alarm with boding fears, Thus the young poet at the close of day

Nor thy own ruin date from their decay : Led by the magic of some fairy song, The hhushing rose that breathes the bimy dew, Through the dun umbrage winds his heedless No pleasing transports of perception knows, way,

The rev'rend oak, that circling springs renew, Nor hears the babbling brook that brawls Thinks not, nor by long age çxperienc'd along :

grows; Thus deathless Newton deaf to nature's cries Thy fate and theirs confess no kindred tie : Would ineasure Time and Space, and travel Though their frail forms may fade, shall sense 'round the skies,

and reason die.
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