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Tower eight times planted on the top of Tower;
That Belus, nightly to his splendid Couch
Descending, there might rest; upon that Height
Pure and serene, diffused-to overlook
Winding Euphrates, and the City yast
Of his devoted Worshippers, far-stretched,
With grove, and field, and garden, interspersed;
Their Town, and foodful Region for support
Against the pressure of beleaguering war.

«Chaldean Shepherds, ranging trackless fields,
Beneath the concave of unclouded skies
Spread like a sea, in boundless solitude,
Looked on the Polar Star, as on a Guide
And Guardian of their course, that never closed
llis steadfast eye. The Planetary Five
With a submissive reverence they bebeld ;
Watched, from the centre of their sleeping flocks
Those radiant Mercuries, that seemed to move
Carrying through Ether, in perpetual round,
Decrees and resolutions of the Gods;
And, by their aspects, signifying works
Of dim futurity, to Man revealed.

- The Imaginative Faculty was Lord Of observations natural; and, thus Led on, these Shepberds made report of Stars Jo set rotation passing to and fro, Between the orbs of our apparent sphere And its invisible counterpart, adorned With answering Constellations, under earth, Removed from all approach of living sight But present to the Dead; who, so they deemed, Like those celestial Messengers beheld All accidents, and Judges were of all.

Thy banks, Cephisus, he again bath trod,
Thy murmurs heard ; and drunk the crystal lymph
With which thou dost refresh the thirsty lip,
And moisten all day long these flowery fields!'
And doubtless, sometimes, when the bair was shed
Upon the flowing stream, a thought arose
Of Life continuous, Being unimpaired!
That hath been, is, and where it was and is
There shall endure,-existence unexposed
To the blind walk of mortal accident;
From diminution safe and weakening age;
While Man grows old, and dwindles, and decays;
And countless generations of Mankind
Depart; and leave no vestige where they trod.

« We live by admiration, hope, and love ;
And even as these are well and wisely fixed,
In dignity of being we ascend.
But what is error ?»---« Answer he who can!»
The Sceptic somewhat haughtily exclaimed,
« Love, Hope, and Admiration--are they not
Mad Fancy's favourite Vassals? Does not Life
Use them, full oft, as Pioneers to ruin,
Guides to destruction? Is it well to trust
Imagination's light when Reason's fails,
The unguarded taper where the guarded faints ?
--Stoop from those beights, and soberly declare
What error is; and, of our errors, which
Doth most debase the miud; the genuine seats
Of power, where are they? Who shall regulate,
With truth the scale of intellectual rank?»

« The lively Grecian, in a Land of bills, Rivers, and fertile plaius, and sounding shores, Under a cope of variegated sky, Could find commodious place for every God, Promptly received, as prodigally brought, From the surrounding Countries-at the choice Of all Adventures. With unrivalled skill, As nicest observation furnished hints For studious fancy, did his hand bestow On tlucot Operations a fixed Shape; Metal or Stone, idolatrously served. And yet-triumphant o'er this pompous show Of Art, ibis palpable array of Sense, Ou every side encountered; in despite Of the gross fictions, chapted in the streets By wandering Rhapsodists; and in contempt Of doubt and bold denials bourly urged Amid the wrangling Schools-a spirir lung, Beautiful Region! o'er thy Towns and Farms, Statues and Temples, and memorial Tombs ; And emanations were perceived; and acts Of immortality, in Nature's course, Excmplified by mysterics, that were felt As boods, on grave Philosopher imposed And armed Warrior; and in every grove A gay or pensive tenderness prevailed, When piety more awful had relaxed. -Take, running River, take thesc Locks of mine'Thus would the Votary say—this severed hair, My vow fulfilling, do I here present, Thankful for my beloved Child's return.

« Methinks,» persuasively the Sage replied, That for this arduous office You possess Some rare advantages. Your early days A grateful recollection must supply Of much exalted good by Heaven vouchsafed To dignify the humblest state. Your voice llath, in my licaring, often testified That poor Men's Children, they, and they alone, By their condition taught, can understand The wisdom of the prayer that daily asks For daily bread. A consciousness is yours How feelingly religion may be learned In smoky Cabins, from a Mother's tongueHeard while the Dwelling vibrates to the din Of the contiguous Torrent, gathering strength At every moment-and, with strength, increase Of fury; or, while Snow is at the door, Assaulting and defeading, and the Wind, A sightless Labourer, whistles at his workFearful, but resignation tempers fear, And piety is sweet to Infant minds.

– The Shepherd Lad, who in the sunshine carves, On the green turf, a dial-lo divide The silent hours; and who to that report Can portion out his pleasures, and adapt His round of pastoral duties, is not left With less intelligence for moral things Of gravest import. Early he perceives, Within himself, a measure and a rule, Which to the Sun of Truthi he can apply, That shines for him, and shines for all Mankind. Experience daily fixing his regards On Nature's wants, he knows how few they are, And where they lie, how answered and appeased.

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This knowledge ample recompense affords

With centle whisper. Withered Boughs grotesquc, For manifold privations; he refers

Stripped of their leaves and twigs by hoary age, His notions to this standard; on this rock

From depth of shagey covert peeping forth Rests his desires ; and hence, in after life,

In the low vale, or on steep mountain side; Soul-strengthening patience, and sublime content. And, sometimes, intermixed with stirriog horns Imagination--not permitted here

Of the live Deer, or Goat's depending beard. To waste her powers, as in the Worldling's mind, These were the Jurking Satyrs, a wild brood On fickle pleasures, and superfluous cares,

Of gamesome Deities; or Pan himself,
And trivial ostentation is left free

The simple Shepherd's awe-inspiring God!»
And puissant to range the solemn walks
Of time and nature, girded by a zone
That, while it binds, invigorates and supports.

As this apt strain proceeded, I could mark

Its kindly influence, o'er the yielding brow
Acknowledge, then, that whether by the side
Of his poor hut, or on the mountain top,

Of our Companion, gradually diffused;

While, listening, he had paced the noiseless turf, Or in the cultured field, a Man so bred

Like one whose untired ear a murmuring stream (Take from him what

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Detains ; but tempted now to interpose,
Of ignorance or illusion) lives and breathes

He with a smile exclaimed-
For noble purposes of mind : his heart
Beats to the heroic song of ancient days;

« 'Tis well you speak

At a safe distance from our native Land, His eye distinguishes, his soul creates.

And from the Mansions where our youth was taught. And those illusions, which excite the scorn

The true Descendants of those godly Men
Or move the pity of unthinking minds,

Who swept from Scotland, in a flame of zeal,
Are they not mainly outward Ministers
Of inward Conscience? with whose service charged

Shrine, Altar, Image, and the massy Piles

That harboured them,-the Souls retaining yet They came and go, appeared and disappear,

The churlish features of that after Race Diverting evil purposes, remorse

Who fled to caves, and woods, and naked rocks, Awakening, chastening an intemperate grief,

In deadly scorn of superstitious rites,
Or pride of heart abating: and, whene'er

Or what their scruples construed to be sucb-
For less important ends those Phantoms move,
Who would forbid ihem, if their presence serve,

How, think you, would they tolerate this scheme

Of fine propensities, that tends, if urged Among wild mountains and unpeopled heaths,

Far as it might be urged, to sow afresh Filling a space, else vacant, to exalt

The weeds of Romish Phantasy, in vain The forms of Nature, and enlarge her powers?

Uprooted ; would re-consecrate our Wells

To good Saint Fillan and to fair Saint Anne ; « Once more to distant Ages of the world Let us revert, and place before our thoughts

And from long banishment recall Saint Giles, The face which rural Solitude might wear

To watch again with tutelary love To the unenlightened Swains of pagan Greece.

O'er stately Edinborough throned on crags?

A blessed restoration, to behold - In that fair Clime, the Jonely Herdsman, stretched

The Patron, on the shoulders of his Priests,
On the soft grass through half a summer's day,
With music lulled his indolent repose :

Once more parading through her crowded streets; And, in some fit of weariness, if he,

Now simply guarded by the sober Powers When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear

Of Science, and Philosophy, and Sense!» A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds Which his poor skill could make, his Fancy fetched, This answer followed.—«You have turned my thoughts Even from the blazing Chariot of the Sun,

Upon our brave Progenitors, who rose
A beardless Youth, who touched a golden lute,

Agaiost Idolatry with warlike mind,
And filled the illumined groves with ravishment. And shrunk from vain observances, to lurk
The nightly Hunter, lifting up his eyes

In caves, and woods, and under dismal rocks,
Towards the crescent Moon, with grateful heart Deprived of shelter, covering, fire, and food;
Called on the lovely wanderer wlio bestowed

Why?-for this very reason that they felt,
That timely light, to share his joyous sport:

And did acknowledge, wheresoc'er they moved,
And hence, a beaming Goddess with her Nymphs, A spiritual Presence, oft-times misconceived;
Across the lawn and through the darksome grove But still a higla dependence, a divine
(Not unaccompanied with tuneful notes

Bounty and government, that filled their bearts
By echo multiplied from rock or cave)

With joy, and gratitude, and fear, and love ; Swept in the storm of chase, as Moon and Stars And from their fervent lips drew hymns of praise, Glance rapidly along the clouded heaven,

That through the desert rang. Though faroured less, When winds are blowing strong. The Traveller slaked Far less, than these, yet sach, in their degree, His thirst from Rill or gushing Fount, and thanked Were those bewildered Pagans of old time. The Naiad.-Sunbeams, upon distant Hills

Beyond their own poor Natures and above Gliding apace, with Shadows in their train,

They looked ; were humbly thankful for the good Might, with small help from fancy, be transformed Which the warm Sun solicited-and Earth Toto fleet Oreads sporting visibly.

Bestowed; were gladsome, -and their moral sense The Zephyrs, fanning as they passed, their wings, They fortified with reverence for the Gods; Lacked not, for love, fair Objects, whom they wooed And they bad bopes that overstepp'd the Grave.

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« Now, shall our great Discoverers,»» he exclaimed, Raising his voice triumphantly, « obtain From Sense and Reason less than These obtained, Though far misled? Shall Men for whom our Age ['nbaftled powers of vision hath prepared, To explore the world without and world within, Be joyless as the blind? Ambitious SoulsWhom Earth, at this late season, hath produced To regulate the moving spheres, and weigh The planets in the hollow of their hand; And They who rather dive than soar, whose pains llave solved the elements, or analysed The thinking principle-shall They in fact Prore a degraded Race? and what avails Renown, if their presumption make them such? Oh! there is laughter at their work in Heaven ! Inquire of ancieat Wisdom ; go, demand Of mighty Nature, if 't was ever meant That we should pry far off yet be unraised; That we should pore, and dwindle as we pore, Viewing all objects unremittingly In disconnexion dead and spiritess; And still dividing, and dividing still, Break down all grandeur, still unsatisfied With the perverse attempt, while littleness May yet become more little; waging thus An impious warfare with the very life Of our own souls !-And if indeed there be An all-pervading Spirit, upon whom Our dark foundations rest, could He design

That this magnificent effect of Power,
| The Earth we tread, the Sky that we behold

By day, and all the pomp which night reveals,
That these--and that superior Mystery
Our vital Frame, so fearfully devised,
| And the dread Soul within it-should exist

Only to be examined, pondered, searched,
Probed, vexed, and criticised :-Accuse me not
Of arrogance, unknown Wanderer as I am,
If. having walked vith Nature threescore years,
And offered, far as frailty would allow,
My heart a daily sacrifice to Truth,

I now affirm of Nature and of Truth,
| Whom I have served, that their Divinity

Revolts, offended at the ways of Men
Svayed by such motives, to such end employed ;
Philosophers, who, though the human Soul

Le of a thousand faculties composed,
| And twice ten thousand interests, do yet prize
This Soul, and the transcendent Universe,
No more than as a Mirror that reflects
To proud Self-love her own intelligence ;
i That One, poor, finite Object, in the Abyss

Of infinite Being, twinkling restlessly!

« Nor higher place can be assigned to Him And his Compeers- the laughing Sage of France. Crowned was He, if my Memory do not err, With laurel planted upon boary hairs, la sign of conquest by his Wit achieved, And benefits bis Wisdom had conferred. His tottering Body was with wreaths of flowers Opprest, far less becoming ornaments Than spring oft twipes about a mouldering Tree; Yet so it pleased a fond, a vain Old Man, And a most frivolous People. Him I mean

Who penn'd, to ridicule confiding Faith,
This sorry Legend ; which by chance we found
Piled in a nook, through malice, as might seem,
Among more innocent rubbish.»-Speaking thus,
With a brief notice when, and how, and wliere,
We had espied the Book, he drew it forth;
And courteously, as if the act removed,
At once, all traces from the food Man's heart
Of unbenign aversion or contempt,
Restored it to its owner. « Gentle Friend,»
Herewith he grasped the Solitary's hand,
« You have known better Lights and Guides than these-
Ah ! let not aught amiss within dispose
A noble Mind to practise on herself,
And tempi Opinion to support the wrongs
Of Passion : whatsoe'er be felt or feared,
From bigher judgment-seats make no appeal
To lower: can you question that the Soul
Inherits an allegiance, not by choice
To be cast off, upon an oath proposed
By each new upstart Notion? In the ports
Of levity no refuge can be found,
No shelter, for a spirit in distress.
He, who by wilful disesteem of life,
And proud insensibility to hope
Affronts the eye of Solitude, shall learn
That her mild nature can be terrible;
That neither she nor Silence lack the power
To avenge their own insulted Majesty.
-O blest seclusion! when the Mind admits
The law of duty; and can therefore move
Through each vicissitude of loss and gain,
Linked in entire complacence with her choice;
When Youth's presumptuousness is mellowed down,
And Manhood's vain anxiety dismissed ;
When Wisdom shews ber seasonable fruit,
Upon the boughs of sheltering Leisure hung
Ja sober plenty; when the spirit stoops
To drink with gratitude the crystal stream
Of unreproved enjoyment; and is pleased
To musc,--and be saluted by the air
Of meek repentance, wafting wall-tower scents
From out the crumbling ruins of fallen Pride
And chambers of Transgression, now forlorn.
O calm contented days, and peaceful nights!
Who, when such good can be obtained, would strive
To reconcile his Manhood to a couch
Soft, as may seem, but, under that dieguise,
Stuffed with the thorny substance of the past,
For fixed

annoyance; and full oft beset
With tloating dreams, disconsolate and black,
The vapoury phantoms of futurity ?

« Within the soul a Faculty abides,
That with interpositions, which would hide
And darken, so can deal, that they become
Contingencies of pomp; and serve to exalt
Her native brightness. As the ample Moon,
In the deep stillness of a Summer Even
Rising behind a thick and lofty grove,
Burns like an unconsuming fire of light,
In the green trees; and, kindling on all sides
Their leafy umbrage, turns the dusky veil
Into a substance glorious as her own,
Yea with her own incorporated, by power
Crpacious and serene ; like power abides

In Man's celestial Spirit ; Virtue thus
Sets forth and magnifies herself; thus feeds
A calm, a beautiful, and silent fire,
From the incumbrances of mortal life,
From error, disappointment,-pay from guilt;
And sometimes, so relenting Justice wills,
From palpable oppressions of Despair. »




The Solitary by these words was touched
With manifest emotion, and exclaimed,
« But how begin ? and whence !--The Mind is free ;
Resolve-the haughty Moralist would say,
This single act is all that we demaud.
Alas ! such wisdom bids a Creature fly
Whose very sorrow is, that time hath shorn
His natural wings !—To Friendship let him turn
For succour; but perhaps he sits alone
On stormy waters, in a little Boat
That holds but him, and can coutain no more!
Religion tells of amity sublime
Which no condition can preclude ; of One
Who sees all suffering, comprehends all wants,
All wcakaess fathoms, can supply all needs ;
But is that bounty absolute ?-His gifts,
Are they not still, in some degree, rewards
For acts of service ? Can his Love extend
To hearts that own not Him? Will showers of grace,
When in the sky no promise may be seen,
Fall to refresh a parched and withered land?
Or shall the groaning Spirit cast her load
At the Redeemer's feet ?»

In rueful tone,
With some impatience in his mien, he spake;
Back to my mind rushed all that had been urged
To calm the Sufferer when his story closed ;
I looked for counsel as unbedding now;
But a discriminating sympathy
Stooped 10 this apt reply, -

* As Men from Men
Do, in the constitution of their Souls,
Differ, by mystery not to be explained ;
And as we fail by various ways, and sink
One deeper than another, self-condemned,
Through manifold degrees of guilt and shame,
So manifold and various are the ways
Of restoration, fashioned to the steps
Of all infirmity, and tending all
To the saine point,-attainable by all;
Peace in ourselves, and union with our God.
For you, assuredly, a hopeful road
Lics open: we have heard from You a voice
Al every moment softened in its course
By tenderness of heart ; have seen your Eye,
Even like an Altar lit by fire from Heaven,
Kindle before us. Your discourse this day,
That, like the fabled Lethe, wished to flow
In creeping sadness, through oblivious shades
Of death and night, has caught at every turn
The colours of the Sun. Access for you
Is yet preserved to principles of truth,
Which the Imaginative Will upholds
In seats of wisdom, not to be approached
By the inferior Faculty that moulds,
With her minute and speculative pains,
Opinion, ever changing !--I have seen
A curious Child, who dwelt upon a tract

Of inland ground, applying to his ear
The convolutions of a smooth-lipped Shell;
To which, in silence hushed, his very soul
Listened intensely; and his countenance soon
Brightened with joy; for murmurings from withi
Were heard, sonorous cadences ! whereby
To his belief, the Monitor expressed
Mysterious union with its native Sea.
Even such a Shell the Universe itself
Is to the ear of Faith ; and there are times,
I doubt not, when to You it doth impart
Authentic tidings of invisible things ;
Of ebb and flow, and ever-during power ;
And central peace, subsisting at the heart
Of endless agitation. Here you sland,
Adore, and worship, when you know it not ;
Pious beyond the intention of your thought;
Devout above the meaning of your will.

— Yes, you have felt, and may not cease to feel.
The estate of Man would be indeed forlorn
If false conclusions of the reasoning Power
Made the Eye blind, and closed the passages
Through which the Ear converses with the leart.
Has not the Soul, the Being of your Life,
Received a shock of awful consciousness,
In some calm season, when these lofty Rocks
At night's approach bring down the unclouded Sky,
To rest upon their circumambient walls;
A Temple framing of dimensions vast,
And yet not too enormous for the sound
Of human anthems. ---choral song, or burst
Sublime of instrumental barmony,
To glorify the Eternal! What if these
Did never break the stillness that prevails
Here, if the solemn Nightingale be muie,
And the soft Woodlark here did never chant
Her vespers, Nature fails not to provide
Impulse and utterance. The whispering Air
Sends inspiration from the shadowy heights,
And blind recesses of the caverned rocks;
The little Rills, and Waters numberless,
Inaudible by daylight, blend their potes
With the loud Streams: and often, at the hour
When issue forth the first pale Stars, is heard,
Within the circuit of this Fabric buge,
One Voice-ibe solitary Raven, flyio
Athwart the concave of the dark-blue dome,
Unseen, perchance above all power of sight-
An iron knell! with echoes from afar
Faint-and still fainter—as the cry, with wlich
The wanderer accompanies her flight
Through the calm region, fades upon the ear,
Diminishing by distance till it seemd
To expire, yet from the Abyss is caught again
And yet again recovered !

But descending From these Imaginative Heights, that yield Far-stretching views into Eternity, Acknowledge that to Nature's humbler power Your cherished sullenness is forced to bead Even here, where her amenities are sown With sparing band. Then trust yourself abroad To range her blouming bowers, and spacious fields, Where on the labours of the happy Throug She smiles, including in her wide embrace City, and Town, and Tower,--and Sea with Ships

Its most illustrious province, must be found
To furnishing clear guidaoce, a support
Not treacherous, to the Mind's excursive Power.
-So build we up the Being that we are ;
Thus deeply drinking-in the Soul of Things
We shall be wise perforce; and while inspired
By choice, and conscious that the Will is free,
Unswerving shall we move, as if impelled
By strict necessity, along the path
Of order and of good. Whate'er we see,
Whate'er we feel, by agency direct
Or indirect shall tend to feed and nurse
Our faculties, shall fix in calmer seats
Of moral strength, and raise to loftier heights
Of love divine, our intellectual Soul.»

Sprinkled ;-be our Companion while we track fler rivers populous with gliding life;

While, free as air, o'er printless sands we marchi, | Or pierce the gloom of her majestic woods ;

Roaming, or resting under grateful shade
la peace and meditative cheerfulness;
Where living Things, and Things inanimate,
Do speak, at Heaven's command, to eye and ear,
And speak to social Reason's inner sense,
With inarticulate language.

For the Man,
Who, in this spirit, communes with the Forms
Of Nature, who with understanding heart
Doth know and love such Objects as excite
No morbid passions, no disquietude,
No vengeance, and no hatred, needs must feel
The joy of that pure principle of Love
So deeply, that, unsatisfied with aught
Less pure and exquisite, he cannot chuse
But seek for objects of a kindred love
lo Fellow-natures and a kindred joy.
Accordingly he by degrees perceives
His feelings of aversion softened down;
A boly tenderness pervade his frame.
His sanity of reason not impaired,
Say rather, all his thoughts now flowing clear,
From a clear Fountain tlowing, he looks round
And seeks for good ; and finds the good he seeks :
Until abhorrence and contempt are things
He only knows by name; and if he hear,
From other mouths, the language which they speak,
He is compassionale; and has no thought,
No feeling, which can overcome his love.

Here closed the Sage that eloquent harangue, Poured forth with fervour in continuous stream; Such as, remote mid savage wilderness, An Indian Chief discharges from his breast Into the hearing of assembled Tribes, In open circle seated round, and hushed As the unbreathing air, when not a leaf Stirs in the mighty woods. So did he speak: The words he uttered shall not pass away; For they sapk into me—the bounteous gift Of One whom time and pature had made wise, Gracing his language with authority Which hostile spirits silently allow; Of One accustomed to desires that feed On fruitage gathered from the Tree of Life; To hopes on knowledge and experience built; Of One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition ; whence the Soul, Though bound to Earth by ties of pity and love, From all injurious servitude was free.

& And further; by contemplating these Forms la the relations which they bear to Man, He shall discern, how, through the various means Which silently they yield, are multiplied The spiritual Presences of absent Things. Trust me, that for the Instructed, time will come When they shall meet no object but may teach Some acceptable lesson to their minds Of human suffering, or of human joy. So shall they learn, while all things speak of Man, Their duties from all forms; and general laws, And local accidents, shall tend alike To rouse, lo urge; and, with the will, confer The ability to spread the blessings wide Of true philanthropy. The light of love Not failing, perseverance from their steps Departing not, for them shall be confirmed The glorious habit by which Sense is made Subservient still 10 moral purposes, Auxiliar to divine. That change shall clothe The naked Spirit, ceasing to deplore The burthen of existence. Science then Shall be a precious Visitant; and then, And only then, be worthy of her name. for tben ber Heart shall kindle ; her dull Eye, Dull and inanimale, no more shall hang Chainel to its object in brute slavery; Bat taught with patient interest to watch The processes of things, and serve the cause Of order and distinctness, not for this Shall it forget that its most noble use,

The Sun, before his place of rest were reached, Had yet to travel far, but unto us, To us who stood low in that hollow Dell, He had become invisible,-a pomp Leaving behind of yellow radiance spread l'pon the mountain sides, in contrast bold With ample shadows, seemingly no less Than those resplendent lights, his rich bequest, A dispensation of his evening power. - Adown the path that from the Glen had led The funeral Train, the Shepherd and his Mate Were seen descending;- forth to greet them ran Our little Page; the rustic Pair approachi; And in the Matron's aspect may be read A plain assurance that the words which told How that neglected Pensioner was sent Before his time into a quiet grave, Had done to her humanity no wrong: But we are kindly welcomed-promptly served With ostentatious zeal. — Slong the floor Of the small Cottage in the lonely Dell A grateful Couch was spread for our repose; Where, in the guise of Mountaineers, we slept, Stretched upon fragrant heath, and lulled by sound Of far-off Torrents charming the still night, And to tired liinbs and over-busy thougbis Inviting sleep and soft forgetfulness.

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