Unfatisfied, and fick, toffes in noon. Who keeps his temper'd mind ferene, and pure, And every paffion aptly harmoniz'd, Amid a jarring world with vice inflam'd. 465 WELCOME, ye fhades! ye bowery thickets, hail! Ye lofty pines! ye venerable oaks! 470 Ye afhes wild, refounding o'er the steep!. Delicious is your shelter to the foul, As to the hunted hart the fallying spring, Or ftream full-flowing, that his swelling fides 475 AROUND th' adjoining brook, that purls along 480 The vocal grove, now fretting o'er a rock, Now fcarcely moving thro' a reedy pool, Now starting to a fudden stream, and now Gently diffus'd into a limpid plain; A various groupe the herds and flocks compofe, 485- Some ruminating lie; while others ftand: 490€ Which Which incompos'd he fhakes; and from his fides. Slumbers the monarch-fwain; his careless arm LIGHT fly his flumbers, if perchance a flight That startling fcatters from the fhallow brook, 500 While, from their labouring breasts, a hollow moan 510 OFT in this feafon too the horse, provok'd,, While his big finews full of spirits swell, Trembling with vigour, in the heat of blood, Springs the high fence; and, o'er the field effus'd, Darts on the gloomy flood, with ftedfast eye, And heart eftranged to fear: his nervous chest, Luxuriant, and erect, the feat of ftrength! Bears down th' oppofing ftream: quenchlefs his thirft; He takes the river at redoubled draughts; And with wide noftrils, fnorting, fkims the wave. 515 STILL let me pierce into the midnight depth Of yonder grove, of wildest largest growth: That, That, forming high in air a woodland quire, At every step, Solemn, and flow, the shadows blacker fall, 520 THESE are the haunts of Meditation, these Convers'd with angels, and immortal forms, 525 To prompt the poet, who devoted gives His mufe to better themes; to foothe the pangs 530 But foremost when engag'd) to turn the death; 535 And numberlefs fuch offices of love, Daily, and nightly, zealous to perform. SHOOK fudden from the bofom of the sky, 540 Creep thro' my mortal frame; and thus, methinks, "Poor "Poor kindred Man! thy fellow-creatures, we 545 "From the fame PARENT-POWER our beings drew, "The fame our Lord, and laws, and great pursuit. "Once fome of us, like thee, thro' ftormy life, "Toil'd, tempest-beaten, ere we could attain "This holy calm, this harmony of mind, "Where purity and peace immingle charms. "Then fear not us; but with refponfive fong, "Amid thefe dim receffes, undisturb'd By noify folly and difcordant vice, 550 "Of Nature fing with us, and Nature's GOD. 555 "Here frequent, at the vifionary hour, "When musing midnight reigns or filent noon, 66 Angelic harps are in full concert heard, "And voices chaunting from the wood-crown'd hill, "The deepening dale, or inmost fylvan glade: 560 "A privilege beftow'd by us, alone, "On Contemplation, or the hallow'd ear "Of Poet, fwelling to feraphic strain.” AND art thou, *STANLEY, of that facred band? Alas, for us too foon! Tho' rais'd above The reach of human pain, above the flight 565 579 * A young lady, well known to the author, who died at the age of eighteen, in the year 1738. Seeks Seeks thy fair form, thy lovely-beaming eyes, 575. 580 585 THUS up the mount, in airy vifion rapt, I ftray, regardlefs whither; till the found Of a near fall of water every fenfe [back, Wakes from the charm of thought: fwift-fhrinking I check my steps, and view the broken scene. SMOOTH to the fhelving brink a copious flood 590 Rolls fair, and placid; where collected all, In one impetuous torrent, down the steep It thundering fhoots, and shakes the country round. At first, an azure sheet, it rushes broad; Then whitening by degrees, as prone it falls, And from the loud-refounding rocks below Dash'd in a cloud of foam, it sends aloft 595 A hoary |