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Where'er apart the goddess stands
With lifted eyes and heaven-rais'd hands;
If rear'd on speculation's bill
Her raptur’d soul enjoys its fill
Of far transporting nature's scene,
Air, ocean, mountain, river, plain;
Or if with measur'd step she go
Where meditation spreads below,
In hollow vale her ample store,
'Till weary fancy can no more;
Or inward if she turn her gaze,
And all th' internal world surveys ;
With joy complacent sees succeed
In fair array, each comely deed;
She hears alone thy lofty strain,
All other music charms in vain;
In vain the sprightly notes resound,
That from the fretted roofs rebound,
When the deft minstrelsy advance
To form the quaint and orbed dance;
In vain unhallow'd lips implore,
She hearkens only to thy lore.
Then bring the lonely nymph along,
Obsequious to thy magic song ;
Bid her, to bless the secret bow'r
And heighten wisdom's solemn hour.

Bring faith, endu'd with eagle eyes,
That joins this earth to distant skies;
Bland hope, that makes each sorrow less,
Still smiling calm amidst distress;
And bring the meek-ey'd charity,
Not least, though youngest of the three ;
Knowledge the sage, whose radiant light,
Darts quick across the mental night,
And add warm friendship to the train,
Social, yielding, and humane;
With silence, sober-suited maid,
Seldom on this earth survey'd:
Bid in this sacred band appear,
That aged venerable seer,
With sorrowing pale, with watchings spare,
Of pleasing yet dejected air,

Him, heavenly melancholy hight,
Who flies the sons of false delight,
Now looks serene through human life,
Sees end in peace the moral strife,
Now to the dazzling prospect blind,
Trembles for heaven and for his kind,
And doubting much, still hoping best,
Late with submission finds his rest:
And by his side advance the dame
All glowing with celestial flame,
Devotion, high above that soars,
And sings exulting, and adores,
Dares fix on heav'n a mortal's gaze,
And triumph ʼmidst the seraph's blaze:
Last, to crown all, with these be join'd
The decent nun fair


of mind, Whom innocence ne'er yet betray'd, Bore young in Eden's happy shade: Resign'd, contented, meek and mild Of blameless mother, blameless child.

But from these woods, O thou retire ! Hood-wink't superstition dire; Zeal that clanks her iron bands, And bathes in blood her ruthless hands; Far hence hypocrisy away, With pious semblance to betray, Whose angel outside fair contains A heart corrupt, and foul with stains; Ambition mad, that stems alone The boisterous surge, with bladders blown; Anger, with wild disorder d pace ; And malice pale of famish'd face; Loud-tongu'd clamour, get thee far Hence, to wrangle at the bar; With opening mouths vain rumour hung; And falsehood with her serpent tongue ; Revenge, her bloodshot eyes on fire, And hissing envy's snaky tire ; With jealousy, the fiend most fell, Who bears about his inmate hell; Now far apart, with haggard mien, To lone suspicion list'ning seen,

Now in a gloomy band appears
Of sallow doubts and pale-ey'd fears,
Whom dire remorse, of giant kind,
Pursues with scorpion lash behind;
And thou, self-love, who tak'st froni earth,
With the vile crawling worm, thy birth,
Untouch'd with others' joy or pain,
The social smile, the tear humane;
Thy self thy sole intemperate guest,
Uncalld thy neighbour to the feast,
As if heaven's universal heir
'Twas thine to seize and not to share:
With these away, base wretch accurst,
By pride begot, by madness nurst,
Impiety of harden'd mind,
Gross, dull, presuming, stubborn, blind,
Unmov'd amidst this mighty all,
Deaf to the universal call :
In vain above the systems glow,
In vain earth spreads her charms below,
Confiding in himself to rise,
He hurls defiance to the skies,
And steel'd in dire and impious deeds
Blasphemes his feeder whilst he feeds.
But chiefly love, love far off fiy,
Nor interrupt my privacy;
'Tis not for thee, capricious pow'r,
Weak tyrant of a feverish hour,
Fickle and ever in extremes,
My radiant day of reason beams,
And sober contemplation's ear
Disdains thy syren song to hear ;
Speed thee on changeful wings away,
To where thy willing slaves obey,
Go herd amongst thy wonted train,
The false, th' inconstant, lewd, and vain
Thou hast no subject here ; begone,
Contemplation comes anon.

Above, below, and all around,
Now nought but awful quiet's found,
The feeling air forgets to move,
No zephyr stirs the leafy grove ;

The gentlest murmur of the rill,
Struck by the potent charm is still,
Each passion in this troubled breast
So toiling once lies hush'd to rest,
Whate'er man's bustling race employs,
His cares, his hopes, his fears, his joys,
Ambition, pleasure, interest, fame;
Each nothing of importance name;
Ye tyrants of this restless ball,
grove annihilates


all. Oh power unseen, yet felt, appear! Sure something more than nature's here.

Now on the flow'ring turf I lie, My soul conversing with the sky. Far lost in the bewildering dream I wander o’er each lofty theme; Tour on inquiry's wings on high, And soar the heights of deity : Fain would I search the perfect laws That constant bind th' unerring cause ; Why all its children, born to share Alike a father's equal care: Some weep by partial fate undone, The ravish'd portion of a son ; Whilst he whose swelling cup o'erflows, Heeds not his suff'ring brother's woes; The good, their virtues all forgot, Mourn, need severe, their destin'd lot; While vice, invited by the great, Feasts under canopies of state. Ab! when we see the bad preferr'd, Was it eternal justice err'd? Or when the good could not prevail, How could almighty prowess fail? When underneath the oppressor's blow Afflicted innocence lies low, Has not th' All-seeing eye beheld ? Or has a stronger arm repellid ? When death dissolves this brittle frame, Lies ever quench'd the soul's bright flame? Or shall th’ ethereal breath of day Relume once more this living ray ?

From life escape we all in vain ? Heaven finds its creature out again, Again its captive to control, And drive him to another goal. When time shall let his curtain fall, Must dreary nothing swallow all ? Must we the unfinish'd piece deplore, E'er half the pompous piece be o'er? In his all-comprehensive mind, Shall not th' almighty poet find Some reconciling turn of fate To make his wondrous work complete; To finish fair his mingled plan, And justify his ways to man? But who shall draw these veils that lie Unpierc'd by the keen cherub's eye? Cease, cease, the daring flight give o'er, Thine to submit and to adore Learn then: Into thyself descend, To know thy being's use and end, For thee what nature's kind intent, Or on what fatal journey bent. Is mean self-love the only guide? Must all be sacrific'd to pride ? What sacred fountains then supply The feeling heart and melting eye? Why does the pleading look disarm The hand of rage with slaughter warm? Or in the battle's generous strife, Does Britain quell the lust of life? Next the bold inquiry tries, To trace our various passions rise ; This moment hope exalts the breast, The next it sinks by fear deprest ; Now fierce the storms of wrath begin, Now all is holy calm within. What strike's ambition's stubborn springs, What move's compassion's softer strings, How we in constant friendships join, How in constant bates combine; How nature, for her favourite, man, Unfolds the wonders of her plan ;

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