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And the vast hills, in fluctuation fir'd

This Universe shall pass away-a work At thy command, how awful! Shall the Soul,

Glorious! because the shadow of thy might, Human and rational, report of thee

A step, or link, for intercourse with Thee. Even less than these ?-Be mute who will, who can, Ah! if the time must come, in which my feet Yet will I praise thee with impassion'd voice:

No more shall stray where Meditation leads, My lips, that may forget thee in the crowd,

By flowing stream, through wood, or craggy wild, Cannot forget thec here; where Thon hast built, Loved haunts like these, the unprison'd Mind For thy own glory, in the wilderness!

May yet have scope to range among her own, Me didst thou constitute a Priest of thine,

Her thoughts, her images, her high desires. In such a Temple as we now behold

If the dear faculty of sight should fail,
Rear'd for thy presence: therefore am I bound Still, it may be allow'd me to remember
To worship here and everywhere-as One

What visionary powers of eye and soul
Not doom'd to ignorance, though forced to tread, In youtlı were mine; when station'd on the top
From childhood up,



Of some liuge hill-expectant, I bebeld
From unreflecting ignorance preserved,

The Sun rise up, from distant climes return'd And from debasement rescued. --By thy grace

Darkness to chase, and sleep, and bring the day The particle divine remaind unquench d:

His bounteous gift! or saw him toward the Deep And, 'mid the wild weeds of a rugged soil,

Sink-with a retinue of flaming Clouds
Thy bounty caused to flourish deathless flowers, Attended; then my Spirit was entranced
From Paradise transplanted, wintry age

With joy exalted to beatitude;
Impends; the frost will gather round my heart; The measure of my soul was till'd with bliss,
And, if they wither, I am worse than dead!

And holiest love; as earth, sea, air, with light,
--Come, Labour, when the worn-out frame requires With pomp, with glory, with magnificence!
Perpetual sabbath; come, disease and want;
And sad exclusion through decay of sense;

« Those fervent raptures are for ever flown; But leave me unabated trust in Thee

And, since their date, my Soul hath undergone And let thy favour, to the end of life,

Change manifold, for better or for worse: Inspire me with ability to seek

Yet cease I not to struggle, and aspire Repose and hope among eternal things

Heavenward; and chide the part of me that flags, Father of heaven and earth! and I am rich,

Through sinful choice, or dread necessity, And will possess my portion in content!

On humao Nature, from above, imposed.

"T is, by comparison, an easy task « And what are things Eternal?—Powers depart,» Earth to despise; but, to converse with HeavenThe grey-hair'd Wanderer steadfastly replied,

This is not easy :-to relinquish all Answering the question which himself bad ask'd, We have, or hope, of happiness and joy, « Possessions vanish, and opinions change,

And stand in freedom loosen'd from this world, And Passions hold a fluctuating seal:

I deem not arduous:--but must reeds confess But, by the storms of circumstance unshaken,

That 't is a thing impossible to frame And subject neither to eclipse nor wane,

Conceptions equal to the Soul's desires ;
Duly exists ;-immutably survive,

And the most difficult of tasks to keep
For our support, the measures and the forms, Heights which the soul is competent to gaia.
Which an abstract lotelligence supplies ;

Man is of dust : ethereal hopes are his,
Whose kingdom is, where Time and Space are not: Which, when they should sustain themselves aloft,
Of other converse, which mind, soul, and heart, Wapt due consistence; like a pillar of smoke,
Do, with united urgency, require,

That with majestic energy from earth What more, ibat may not perish? Thou, dread Source, Rises; but, having reached the thinner air, Prime, self-existing Cause and End of all,

Melts, and dissolves, and is no longer seen. That, in the scale of Being, till their place,

From this infirmity of mortal kind Above our human region, or below,

Sorrow proceeds, which else were not;—at least, Set and sustaind;-Thou, Who didst wrap the cloud If Grief be something hallowed and ordained, Of Infancy around us, that Thyself,

If, in proportion, it be just and meet, Therein, with our simplicity a while

Through this,'t is able to maintain its hold, Mighest hold, on earth, communion undisturb'd Ja that excess which Conscience disapproves. Who from the anarchy of dreaming sleep,

For who could sink and settle to that point Or from its death-like void, with punctual care, Of selfislımess; so senseless who could be And touch as gentle as the morning light,

As long and perseveringly to mourn
Restorest us daily to the powers of sense,

For any Object of his love, removed
And reason's steadfast rule--Thou, Thou alone From this unstable world, if he could fix
Art everlasting, and the blessed Spirits,

A satisfying view upon that state
Which thou includest, as the Sea her Waves :

Of pure, imperishable blessedness, For adoration thou endurest; endure

Which Reason promises, aud Holy Writ For consciousness the motious of thy will ;

Ensures to all Believers ?- Yet mistrust For apprehension those transcendani truths

Is of such incapacity, methinks, Of the pure Intellect, that stand as laws,

No natural branch; despondency far less. (Submission constituting strength and power)

-And, if there be whose tender frames bave drooped Even to thy Being's infinite majesty!

Even to the dust; apparently, tlırough weight

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Sons of the morning. For your nobler Part,
Ere disencumbered of her mortal chains,
Doubt shall be quelled and trouble chased away;
With only such degree of sadness left
As may support longings of pure desire;
And strengthen love, rejoicing secretly
In the sublime attractions of the Grave.»

Of anguish unrelieved, and lack of power
An agonizing sorrow to transmute,
Infer not hence a hope from those withheld
When wanted most; a confidence impaired
So pitiably, that, having ceased to see
With bodily eyes, they are borne down by love
Of what is lost, and perish through regret.
Oh! no, full oft the innocent Sufferer sees
Too clearly; feels loo vividly; and longs
To realize the Vision, with intense
And overconstant yearning-there-there lies
The excess, by which the balance is destroyed.
Too, loo contracted are these walls of Hesh,
This vital warmth too cold, these visual orbs,
Though inconceivably endowed, too dim
For any passion of the soul ibat leads
To ecstasy; and, all the crooked paths
Of time and change disdaininy, takes its course
Along the line of limitless desires.
I, speaking now from such disorder free,
Nor rapt, nor craving, but in settled peace,
I cannot doubt that They whom you deplore
Are glorified; or, if they sleep, shall wake
From sleep, and dwell with God in endless love.
Hope, below this, consists not with belief
In mercy, carried infinite degrees
Beyond the tenderness of human hearis :
Hope, below this, consists not with belief
In perfect Wisdom, guiding mightiest Power,
That finds no limits but her own pure Will.

« Here then we rest : not fearing for our creed The worst that human reasoning can achieve, To unsettle or perplex it : yet with pain Acknowledging, and gricvous self-reproach, That, though immovably convinced, we want Zeal, and the virtue lo exist by faith As soldiers live by courage; as, by strength Of heart, the Sailor fights with roaring scas. Alas! the endowment of immortal Power Is matched unequally with custom, time, And domineering faculties of sense In all; in most with superadded foes, Idle temptations-open vanities, Ephemeral offspring of the unblushing world;

And, in the private regions of the mind,
| Ill-governed passions, rauklings of despite,

immoderate wishes, pining discontent,
Distress and care. What then remains ?-To seek
Those helps, for his occasions ever near,
Who lacks not will to use them ; vows, renewed
On the first motion of a holy thought;
Vigils of coutemplation; praise; and prayer,
A Sircam, whichi, from the fountain of the heart,
Issuing, however feebly, nowhere flows
Without access of unexpecied strength.
But, above all, the victory is most sure
For bim, who, secking faith by virtue, strives
To yield entire submission to the law

Of Conscience; Conscience reverenced and obryod, | As God's inost intimate Presence in the soul, And his most perfect Image in tbe world.

– Eadeavour thus to live; these rules regard;
These helps solicit; and a steadfast seat
Shall then be yours among the bappy few
Who dwell on earth, yet breathe empyreal air,

While, in this strain, the venerable Sage Poured forth his aspirations, and announced His judgments, near that lonely House we paced A plot of green-sward, seemingly preserved By Nature's care from wreck of scatter'd stones, And from encroachment of encircling heatb : Small space! but, for reiterated steps, Smooth and commodious; as a stately deck Which to and fro the Mariner is used To tread for pastime, talking with his Mates, Or haply thinking of far-distant Friends, While the Ship glides before a steady brecze. Stillness prevailed around us : and the Voice, That spake, was capable to lift the soul Tow'rd regions yet more tranquil. But, methought, That He, whose fixed despondency had given Impulse and motive to that strong discourse, Was less upraised in spirit than abashed; Shrinking from admonition, like a man Who feels, that to exhort, is to reproach. Yet not to be diverted from his aim, The Sage continued.—« For that other loss, The loss of confidence in social Man, By the unexpected transports of our Age Carried so high, that every thought --- which looked Beyond the temporal destiny of the kindTo many seemed superfluous; as, no cause For such exalted contidence could e'er Exist; so, none is now for fixed despair; The two extremes are equally disowned By reason; if, with sharp recoil, from on You have been driven far as its opposite, Between them seek the point whereon to build Sound expectations. So doth he advise Who shared at first the illusion; but was soon Cast from the pedestal of pride by shocks Which Nature gently gave, in woods and fields ; Nor unreproved by Providence, thus speaking To the inattentive Children of the World: Vain-glorious Generation! What new powers On you have been conferred? what gifts, withheld From your Progenitors, have Ye received, Fit recompense of new desert? what claim Are ye prepared to urge, that my decrees For you should undergo a sudden change; And the weak functions of one busy day, Reclaiming and extirpating, perform What all the slowly-moving years of Time, With their united force, bave left undone? By Nature's gradual processes be taught; By story be confounded! Ye aspire Rashly, to fall once more, and that false fruit, Which, to your over-weeping spirits, yields Hope of a flight celestial, will produce Misery and shame. But Wisdoon of her sons Shall not the less, though laie, be justified.' Such timely warning, said the Wanderer, gave That visionary Voicc; and, at this day,

That lie may call his own, and which depend,
As individual objects of regard,
Upon his care,- from whom he also looks
For signs and tokens of a mulual bond, -
But others, far beyond this narrow sphere,
Whom, for the very sake of love, lie loves.
Nor is it a mean praise of rural life
And solitude, that they do favour most,
Most frequently call forth, and best sustain
These pure sensations; that can penetrate
The obstreperous City; on the barren Seas
Are not unfelt,--and much might recommend,
How much they might inspirit and endear,
The loneliness of this sublime Retreat!»

When a Tartarian darkness overspreads
The groaning nations; when the Impious rule,
By will or by established ordinance,
Their own dire agents, and constrain the Good
To acts which they ablıor; though I bewail
This triumph, yet the pily of my heart
Prevents me not from owning, that the law,
By which Mankind now suffers, is most just.
For by superior energies ; more strict
Affiance in each other; faith more firm
In their unhallowed principles; the Bad
Have fairly earned a victory o'er the weak,
The vacillating, inconsistent Good.
Therefore, not unconsoled, I wail-in liope
To see the moment, when the righteous Cause
Shall gain Defenders zealous and devout
As They who have opposed her; in which Virtue
Will, to her efforts, tolerate no bounds
That are not lofty as lier riglits; aspiring
By impulse of her own ethereal zeal.
That Spirit only can redeem Mankind;
And when that sacred Spirit shall appear,
Then shall our triumph be complete as theirs.
Yet, should this confidence prove vain, the Wise
Have still the keeping of their proper peace;
Are guardians of their own tranquillity.
They act, or they recede, observe, and feel;
Knowing the heart of Man is set to be
The centre of this world, about the which
Those revolutions of disturbances
Still roll; where all the aspects of misery
Predominale; whose strong effects are such
As he must bear, being powerless to redress;
And that unless above himself he can
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« Yes,» said the Sage, resuming the discourse Again directed to bis downcast Friend, «lf, with the froward will and groveling soul Of Man offended, liberty is here, And invitation every hour renewed, To mark their placid state, who never beard Of a command which they have power to break, Or rule which they are tempted to transgress; These, with a soothed or elevated heart, May we behold; their knowledge register; Observe their ways; and, free from envy, find Complacence there :--but wherefore this to You? I guess that, welcome to your lonely hearth, The Redbreast feeds in winter from your hand; A box, perchance, is from your casement hung For the small Wren to build in ;- not in vain, The barriers disregarding that surround This deep Abiding-place, before your sight Mounts on the breeze the Butterfly--and soars, Small Creature as she is, from earth's bright flowers Into the dewy clouds. Ambition reigns In the waste wilderness : the Soul ascends Towards her native firmament of heaven, When the fresh Eagle, in the month of May, Upborne, at evening, on replenished wing, This shaded valley leaves, -and leaves the dark Empurpled hills, --conspicuously renewing A proud communication with the sun Low sunk beneath the horizon!-- List!--I heard, From yon huge breast of rock, a solemu bleat; Sent forth as if it were the Mountain's voice, As if the visible Mountain made the cry. Again!»— The effect upon the soul was such As he expressed; from out the mountain's heart The solein bleat appeared to issue, startling The blank air-for the region all around Stood silent, empty of all shape of life: - It was a Lamb-left somewhere to itself, The plaintive Spirit of the Solitude! He paused, as if unwilling to proceed, Through consciousness that silence in such place Was best,- the most affecting cloquence. But soon his thoughts returned upou themselves, And, in soft tone of speech, he thus resumed.

« Happy is He who lives to understandNot human Nature only, but explores All Natures,-10 the end that he may find The law that governs each ; and where begins The union, the partition where, that makes Kind and degree, among all visible Beings; The constitutions, powers, and faculties, Which they inherit,-cannot step beyond, And cannot fall beneath ; that do assiga To every Class its station and its office, Through all the mighty Commonwealth of things; Up from the creeping plant to sovereign Man. Such Converse, if directed by a meek, Sincere, and humble Spirit, teaches love; For knowledge is delight; and such delight Breeds love; yet, suited as it rather is To thought and to the climbing intellect, Il teaches less to love, than to adore; If that be not indeed the highest Love!»

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What place so destitute and void - but there
The liule Flower her vanity shall clieck;
The trailing Worm reprove her thoughtless pride?

« These craggy regions, these chaotic wilds Does that benignity pervade, that warms The Mole contented with her darksome walk

In the cold ground; and to the Emmet gives
¡ Her foresight, and intelligence that makes
| The tiny Creatures strong by social league;

Supports the generations, multiplies
Their tribes, till we behold a spacious plain
Or grassy bottom, all, with little bills-
Their labour-cover'd, as a Lake with waves;
Thousands of Cities, in the desert place
Built up of life, and food, and means of life!

Sor wanting here, to entertain the thought,
| Creatures, that in communities exist,
· Less, as might seem, for general guardianship
Or through dependence upon mulual aid,
Than by participation of delight
And a strict love of fellowship, combined.
What other spirit can it be, that prompts
The gilded summer Flies to mix and weave
Their sports together in the solar beam,
Or in the gloom of iwilight hum their joy?
More obviously, the self-samc intluence rules
The feathered kinds; the Fieldfare's pensive flock,
The cawing Rooks, and Sea-mews from afar,

Hovering above these inland Solitudes, 1 By the rough wind unscattered, at whose call Their voyage was begun : nor is its

power i l'afelt

among the sedentary Fowl That seek yon Pool, and there prolong their stay

lo silent congress; or together roused 1

Take tlight; while with their clang the air resounds. | And, over all, in that ethereal arch,

Is the mute company of changeful clouds ; | -- Bright apparition suddenly put forth

The Rainbow, smiling on the faded storm ;
The mild assemblage of the starry heavens,
And the great Suu, eartli's universal Lord!


«How bountiful is Nature! he shall find Who seeks not; and to him, who hath not asked, , Large measure shall be dealt. Three sabbath-days

Are scarecly told, since, on a service bent
Of mere humanity, You clomb those Heights;
And what a marvellous and heavenly Show
Was to your sight revealed! the Swains moved on,

And beeded not; you lingered, and perceived. · There is a luxury in self-dispraise;

And ioward self-disparagement affords
To meditative Spleca a grateful feast.
Trust me, pronouncing on your own desert,
You judge unthankfully: distempered nerves
Infect the ihoughts: the languor of the Frame
Depresses the Soul's vigour. Quit your Couch-
Cleave not so foudly to your moody Cell;
or let the ballowed Powers, that shied froin heaven
Sullness and rest, with disapproving eye
Look down upon your taper, through a watch
Of midnight hours, unscasogably twinkling
In this deep Hollow; like a sullen star
Dimiy retiected in a lovely pool.
Take courage, and withdraw yourself from ways

That run not parallel to Nature's course.
Rise with the Lark! your Matins shall obtain
Grace, be their composition what it may,
If but with hers performed; climb once again,
Climb every day, those ramparts; meet the breeze
Upon their tops, -adventurous as a Bee
That from your garden thither soars, to feed
On new-blown heath; le: yon commanding rock
Be your frequented Watch-lower; roll the stone
In thunder down the mountains: with all your might
Chase the wild Goat; and, if the bold red Deer
Fly to these liarbours, driven by hound and horn
Loud echoing, add your speed to the pursuit:
So, wearied to your Hut shall you return,
And sink at evening into sound repose.

The Solitary lifted tow'rd the hills

kindling eye ;- poetic feelings rushed
Into my bosom, whence these words broke forth :
« Oh! what a joy it were, in vigorous liealth,
To have a Body (this our vital frame
With shrinking sensibility endued,
And all the nice regards of flesh and blood)
And to the elements surrender it
As if it were a Spirii!-How divine,
The liberty, for frail, for mortal man
To roam at large among unpeopled glens
And mountainous retirements, only trod
Dy devious footsteps: regions consecrate
To oldest time! and, reckless of the storm
That keeps the raven quiet in her nest,
Be as a Presence or a motion-one
Among the many there; and, while the Mist
Flying, and rainy Vapours, call out Shapes
And Phantoms from the crags and solid earth,
As fast as a Musician scaliers sounds
Out of an instrument; and, while the Streams-
(As at a first creation and in haste
To exercise their untried faculties)
Descending from the region of the Clouds,
And starting from the hollows of the earth,
More multitudinous every moment, rend

before them- what a joy to roam
An equal among mightiest Energies;
And haply sometimes with articulate voice,
Amid the deafening tumult, scarcely learu
By him that uiters it, exclaim aloud,
« Be this continued so from day to day,
Nor let the fierce commotion have an end,
Ruinous though it be, from month to month!'»

« Yes,» said the Wanderer, taking from my lips
The strain of transport, « whosoe er in youth
Has, through ambition of his soul, given way
To such desires, and grasped at such delight,
Shall feel congenial stirrings late and long;
la spite of all the weakness that life brings,
Iis cares and sorrows, ie, though laught to owa
The tranquillizing power of time, shall wake,
Wake soinctimes to a noble restlessness
Loving the sports which once he gloried in.

« Compatriot, Friend, remote are Garry's Hills,
The Streams far distant of your native Glen;
Yet is their form and Image here expressed
With brotherly resemblance. Turn your steps

To this would rather bend than see and lear
The repetitions wearisome of sense,
Where soul is dead, and feeling bath no place;
Where knowledge, ill begun in cold remark
On outward things, with formal inference ends :
Or, if the Mind tura inward, 't is perplexed,
Lost in a gloom of uninspired research ;
Meanwhile, the Heart within the Heart, the seat
Where Peace and happy Consciousness should dwell;
On its own axis restlessly revolves,
Yet nowhere finds the cheering light of truth.

Wherever fancy leads, by day, by night,
Are various engines working, not the same
As those by which your soul in youth was moved,
But by the great Artificer endued
With no inferior power. You dwell alone;
You walk, you live, you speculate alone;
Yet doth Remembrance, like a sovereign Prince,
For you a stately gallery maintain
Of gay or tragic pictures. You have seen,
Have acted, suffered, travelled far, observed
With no incurious eye; and books are yours,
Within whose silent chambers treasure lies
Preserved from age to age; more precious far
Than that accumulated store of gold
And orient gems, which, for a day of need,
The Sultan hides within ancestral tombs.
These hoards of truth you can unlock at will:
And music waits upon your skilful touch, -
Sounds which the wandering Shepherd from these

Hears, and forgets his purpose ;-furnished thus
How can you droop, if willing to be raised!

« A piteous lot it were to flee from ManYet not rejoice in Naturc. He—whose hours Are by Domestic Pleasures uncaressed And unenlivened; who exists whole years Apart from benefits received or done Mid the transactions of the bustling crowd; Who neither hears, nor feels a wish to hear, of the world's interests—such a One hath need Of a quick fancy, and an active heart, That, for the day's consumption, books may yield A not unwholesome food, and earth and air Supply his morbid humour with delight. -Truth has her pleasure-grounds, her haunts of ease And easy contemplation,-gay parterres, And labyrinthine walks, her suony glades And shady groves for recreation framed: These may he range, if willing to partake Their soft indulgences, and in due time May issue thence, recruited for the tasks And course of service Truth requires from those Who tend her Altars, wait upon her Throne, And guard her fortresses. Who thinks, and feels, And recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul, Why need such man go desperately astray, And purse the dreadful appetite of death ? If tired with Systems-each in its degree Substantial-and all crumbling in their turn, Let him build Systems of his own, and smile At the fond work-demolished with a touch : If unreligious, lot him be at once, Among ten thousaud Innocents, enrolled A Pupil in the many-chambered school, Where Superstition weaves her airy dreams.

« Upon the breast of new-created Earth Man walked; and when and wheresoe'er he moved, Alone or mated, Solitude was not. He heard, upon the wind, the articulate Voice Of God; and Angels to bis sight appeared, Crowning the glorious bills of Paradise ; Or through the groves gliding like morning mist Enkindled by the sun. He sale--and talked With winged Messengers; who daily brought To his small Island in the ethereal deep Tidings of joy and love. From these pure Heights (Whether of actual vision, sensible To sight and feeling, or that in this sort Have condescendingly been shadowed forth Communications spiritually maintained, And Intuitions moral and divine) Fell Human-kind- to banishment condemned That flowing years repealed not : and distress And grief spread wide; but Man escaped the doom Of destitution ;-Solitude was not. -Jehovah-shapeless Power above all Powers, Single and one, the omnipresent God, By vocal utterance, or blaze of light, Or cloud of darkness, localized in heaven; On earth, enshrined within the wandering ark; Or, out of Sion, thundering from his throne Between the Cherubim--on the chosen Race Showered miracles, and ceased not to dispense Judgments, that filled the Land from age to age With hope, and love, and gratitude, and fear; And with amazement smote;--thereby to assert His scorned, or unacknowledged Sovereigoty. And when the One, ineffable of name, Of nature indivisible, withdrew From mortai adoration or regard, Not then was Deity engulfed, nor Man, The rational Creature, left, to feel the weight Of his own reason, without sense or thought Of higher reason and a purer will, To benefit and bless, through mightier power : -Whether the Persian--zealous to reject Altar and Image, and the inclusive walls And roofs of Temples built by human handsTo loftiest heights ascending, from their tops, With myrtle-wreathed Tiara on his brow, Presented sacrifice to Moon and Stars, And to the winds and Mother Elements, And the whole Circle of the Ileavens, for him A sensitive Existence, and a God, With lified bands invoked, and songs of praise : Or, less reluctantly to bouds of Sense Yielding his Soul, the Babylonian framed For influence undefined a personal Shape; And, from the Plain, with toil inmense, upreared

« Life's Autumn past, I stand on Winter's verge, And daily lose what I desire to keep: Yet rather would I instantly decline To the traditionary sympathies Of a most rustic ignorance, and take A fearful apprehension from the owl Or death-watch, -and as readily rejoice, If two auspicious magpies crossed my way;

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