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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 giani'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, “stroy!"

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 guilerul pow'r has the mad search in. What blest effects they cause - consult with spird ? Sloane,

Could accident produce in all the same, Let him explain the colic, gout, and stone?! Or a vain shadow raise a real fame? Pleasure's for use; it differs in degree,

When nature in the world's distended space, Proportion'd to the thing's necessity.

Or filld, 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 inust know an useless void,
For every want? it was not meant for more, And he feel longings ne'er to be enjoy'ul.

Blest is the man, as far as earth can bless, That only can produce cousummate joy, Whose measur'd passions reach no wild ex. Which equals 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 heav'n. Nor other ineans, than nature's force, employs. Why then is man with gifts sublimest fraught, While warın with youth the sprightly current And active will, and comprehensive thought? flows,

For what is all this waste of menial 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 inveried 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 his 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, Aame ; With labor'd skill would all her joys dilate, Pour forth the fount of light, whose endless Sublime their sense, and lengthen out their store date :

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

And thou, seraphic flaine! 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 forin'd 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 defin'd, L

ight; A full attainment of the end design'd. Strengtheni'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 ordain'd 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 stines confess'd

By thee reveal'd, the mystic wonders shine!
To every mind, and glows in every breast. What puzzled sophists vainly would explore,
Compar'd 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

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 thy truths, from their necessity. For nothing less her gen'rous flame was meant ;/ Conspicuous now is happiness display'd, Th'unerring rule which all our 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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Il'ho fills each faculty, each pow'r can move, Wretched the man who toils ambition's slave ; Exerts all thought, and deep absorbs all love; l Who pines for wealth, or sighs for empty Whose ceaseless being years would tell in


Who rolls in pleasures which the mind die Whose 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 whelming joys; While, rais'd above low matter's grosser frame, Virtue and knowledge be our better aim; Pure spirit blaz's in his purer flame.

These help us II to bear, or teach to shun: Such are th'imniortal blessings that attend Let . Friendship cheer us with her genitus 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 each moment fate has gir'n; These in the smiling cups of pleasure flow, How long, or short, let us resign to litar'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 rové, $ 157. Immortality, or the Consolation of H.. And, 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! Enough there are amidst yon gorgeous train, Who, wretched, prove all other joys are vain. T

Wrex black-browd Night her dusky mantle

HE So shines the truth these humble lmes un-' spread, fold,

And wrapt in solemn gloom the sable sky; “ Fair virture ever is unwisely sold."

When soothing Sleep her opiate dew's had shed, Too mean a price sublimest fortune brings,

| And seal'd in silken slumbers every eye : Too mean the wealth, the smiles, the crowns of

For My wakefnl thoughts admit no balmy rést, kings:

Nor the sweet bliss of soft oblivion share ; For rais do'er these, she makes our bliss secure. But watchful wpe distracts my aching breast, The present pleasing, and the future sure.

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

| From launts of men with wand'ring steps and And in the tasteless now, the future fears.


I solitary steal, and sooth my pensive woe. $ 155. Sonnets. Edwards. Young


Yet no fell passion's rough discordant rage O*, 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, whose beauty, though so rare, No harbout there could sordid ar'rice find: Is the least grace of all that sound her wait. From lusts foul spring ny grief disdains to flow,

No siyhs of envy from diy bosom break, · While other youths, sprung from the good and But soft compassion melts iny soul to woe, great,

And social tcars fast trickle down my check: 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 woc, each voice re Meanly debauch'd, or insolently vain ;

sponsive mourn. Through Virtue's sacred gate to Honor's fane

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

Where'er I cast my moist'ned eves around, A meed, shall last beyond the reign of Tiine:

Or stretch my prospects p'er ihe 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 griiu-visag'd waves his iron hard Though now suft Pleasure gild the snuling

scene, $ 156. SONNET 11.

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, I Like air-blown bubbles on the wat'ry plain; High God the rest has plac'd beyond our pow'r, * l'ell Death, like brooding Harpy, the repast Consign'd, perhaps, to grief or to the Will snatch with talons foul, or your its graufal grave.

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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 yoаr fragrant bosoms to the dav, 1 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 opes the In Nature's richest rubes though thus bedight, marble toinb. Though her soft pendil 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 tex'rish mind, siglia,

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

And in the dregs the cordial hope to find. is Soon on your kayes Time's cank'rolis tooth shalllo heay'n! for this light end were mortals made, prey,

And plac'd on earth, with happiness in view, Your dulcet dews exhale, your beauteous bloomn|To catch with cheated grasp the Ritting shade, decay.

And with vain toil the fancied form pursue,

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

behind ! The grazing herds defy the rattling shower ; Ye lofty oaks, in whose wide arus display'd . Thus lonely wand'ring through the nightly The clain'rous rouk builds high his airy shade bower;

' Against the stern decrces of stubborn Fate, Stript by hoar \Vinter's rough inclenient rage, To mockful Echo my complaints I made,

In mournful heaps your leafy honors lie, Or life's short period, or its toilsome state, Ev'n your hard ribs'shall feel the force of age, 'Tis death-like silence all, no sound I 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 munn'ring through the air, Your sapless boles shall sink, and quit th'cvanid! Or screech-owl screaming with ill-omen'd scene,


Save when with brazen tongue from yon high Ye feather'd warblers of the vernal vear

tow'r That careless siny, nor fear the frówns of fate. The clock deep-sounding speaks, and counts the Tune your sad notes to death and winter drear!! passung nous. Ill suit these mirthful strains your transient 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 ditties, clrooping wings repair See a torn abbey, wrapt in gloom, appear

To the lone covert 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 budding thorn, and swell thel 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 Of melting inusic teach my grief to flow,

wares ; I too must mix my sad consplaint with theirs,

Ope, ope thy poud'rous jaws, thou friendly

tomb, Our fates are equal, equal be our woe. Come, Melancholy, spread thy raven wing,

Close the sad deathful scene, and shroud me in And in thy ebon car, by Fancy lod,

thy womb! To the dark channel vault thy voi'sy bring, The murky inansions of ihe mould'ring dead,"

Forth issuing lovely froin the gloomy shade, Where dank'dews breathe, and caint the sickly!

: Which stately pines in phalanx dcep com. skies, Where in sad luathsonne heaps all human glory

.... Fair above mortals comes a smiling maid

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

woes. VIII.

Here nurs'd 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
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Here learn'd clear reason's heav'n-sprung lighi | And search creation's ample circuit round, to 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.


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 constrain, nor custom's load, ye;

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

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

A elear 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, I Brush the brisk air, swift shooting through Passion's fierce impulse, will's free power to the sky, scan,

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 man.

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,

And helpless hangs sweet-smiling on the Oft has the sick'ning mind here found relief, knee; llere quell'd the throbbing tumults of the 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 fleeting phantom in a moment flies;

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


Then say, since nature's high behest appears Life's emblem fit, said I, that roscid bow! I That living fornis 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 !

move: Ah! fool, said she, though now to fancy's Since inan too, taught by sage experience, sight

knows The violet pale, the blushing red decays, 1 His frame revolving treads life's varying stage, Though now no painted cloud reflect the light, That the man-plaut first regetating 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 1 hour sphere.

Waft to some unknown scenes, or wake some XVI.

untry'd power? Then let not Fancy with her ragrant blaze

Mislead in trackless paths of wild deceit; The wise Creator wrapt in fleshly 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 brittle fabric fail, Though wond'ring Ign'rance sees cach form The smiling soul survives the frownis 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 flirting New fornis successive catch the vital ray,

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

For ever changiog, yet in change the same,

• A rainbow formed by the 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.


| And fell disease strikes deep the deadly dart, XXI.

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 crage The list'ning ears that catch the waving sound, With keenest relish taste pure mental joys;

Are but mere organs of the feeling mind : Since the fierce efforts of distemper'd rage External inatter thus 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'r percipient then feels ng decay,

despair? Though blind the tube, and darkness Llot the

XXVI. visual ray.

Though through the heart no purple tide should XXII.

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

sobe No quiv'ring nerve should vibrate to the

brain, pow'r

The mental pow'rs no mean dependence know; In temporary death the senses lie,

our | Thought may survive, und each fair passion When solemn silence reigns at midnight hour, l

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

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

life, deep,

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

same; d'ring roll,

So from our dust fresh faculties may bloom, Some long-lost friend's returning voice you

Some posthumous survive, and triumph o'er the hear,

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

pleasing tear.

This fibrous frame by nature's kindly law,

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

O'er purer scenes of bliss the veil way draw, Gives easy entrance to the motley train; Aud cloud reflection's more 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 lier store ; May to new being raise the wuking 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 soit 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 hlushing rose that breathes the balmy dew, Through the dun umbrage winds his heedless No pleasing transports of percepujon knows,

The rey'rend oak, that circling springs renew, Nor hears the babbling brook that brawls' Thinks not, nor by long age experienc'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 travelThough their frail forms inay fade, shall sense 'round the skies,

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