But tender blossom, why so pale? And didst thou tempt the dubious sky, Such the wan lustre Sickness wears, When timorous Hope the head half rears; And sweeter far the early blow Of Solace, following storms of Woe, Than, Comfort's riper season come, Joys more mature, and Pleasure's gaudier bloom. ΤΟ THE NAIAD OF BRINKINALT.* To thee, bright Naiad of the silver Spring, To thee the tribute of her earliest lays, t For many a mantling Draught, the Muse repays. * The name of Lord Dungannon's seat in Denbighshire. These lines were written while the author was on a visit there, in 1785. Healthsome and pure, as is the morning gale, Such lymph should crown the Hermit's thrifty meal, To praise were vain: accept the Poet's prayer; Thy crystal sources taint, or banks defile! And teach to emulate Blandusiant fame! * The stream rises on a hill; and hurrying down, joins a branch of the Dee which flows through the vale beneath. The excellence of the water gave occasion to these lines.-" Nor yet "where Deva spreads her wizard stream." MILTON. O fons Blandusiæ! splendidior vitro! HOR. ODE.* O Tu, severi Religio loci, Quocunque gaudes nomine, (non leve Numen habet, veteresque sylvas ; Saltem remoto des Pater angulo Tutumque vulgari tumultu Surripias, Hominumque curis! IMITATED.+ Shade-wrapt and silent!-Power austere, Whom yet these solemn haunts contain; * Of Gray; written in the Album of the Fathers, at the Grand Chartreuse. + I cannot tell the date of this imitation. M. And mid hoar woods, and torrents bold, The calm I sue for, there at length attain, Far from the vulgar din, and trivial cares of Men? NUMBER XLII. SATURDAY, JULY 2d, 1808. Non anxié disputo quibus modis id fiat. Mihi satis est, quod Qui promisit hoc futurum*—sic verax est, ut mentiri non possit: sic potens est, ut quicquid velit, nutu valeat efficere. ERASMUS.t WHILST Infidels profanely dispute the miracles of Revelation, they are surrounded, and as it were confuted, by a host of daily marvels, which they are compelled to believe. All we behold is Miracle: but seen So duly, all is miracle in vain !+ Is not Man a Miracle? His form, his nature, * As the miraculous conception, birth, holiness, life, sufferings, death, resurrection, glory, God-head, intercession, and eternal life of our Redeemer-are a mere fulfillance of the promises of God, made theretofore to Man, by the mouths of his inspired Prophets. + Inquisitio de Fide. It is manifest that the person into whose mouth these words, in the dialogue, are put, is intended to represent Erasmus himself; and that, in the passage which I have chosen for a motto, this learned and enlightened Man is giving his own profession of Faith. + COWPER. |