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That wretched boon, days lengthen'd by mistrust.
CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
Who, if he rise to station of command,
Finds comfort in himself and in his cause;
WITH ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,
DEVOTIONAL INCITEMENTS. And humours change, are spurn'd like
weeds: ["Not to the earth confined, The priests are from their altars thrust; Ascend to heaven.”]
Temples are levell’d with the dust;
And solemn rites and awful forms WHERE will they stop, those breathing Founder amid fanatic storms. Powers,
Yet evermore, through years renew'd The Spirits of the new-born flowers ?
In undisturbed vicissitude They wander with the breeze, they wind
Of seasons balancing their flight Where'er the streams a passage find;
On the swift wings of day and night, Up from their native ground they rise
Kind Nature keeps a heavenly door In mute aërial harmonies :
Wide open for the scatter'd Poor. From humble violet — modest thyme
Where flower-breathed incense to the Exhaled, th' essential odours climb,
skies As if no space below the sky
Is wafted in mute harmonies; Their subtle flight could satisfy:
And ground fresh-cloven by the plough Heaven will not tax our thoughts with
Is fragrant with a humbler vow; pride
Where birds and brooks from leafy dells If like ambition be their guide. [ers,
Chime forth unwearied canticles, Roused by this kindliest of May-show
And vapours magnify and spread The spirit-quickener of the flowers,
The glory of the Sun's bright head,That with moist virtue softly cleaves
Still constant in her worship, still The buds, and freshens the young leaves, Conforming to th’ eternal Will, The birds pour forth their souls in notes
Whether men sow or reap the fields, Of rapture from a thousand throats,
Divine monition Nature yields, Here check'd by too impetuous haste,
That not by bread alone we live, While there the music runs to waste,
Or what a hand of flesh can give; With bounty more and more enlarged,
That every day should leave some part Till the whole air is overcharged:
Free for a sabbath of the heart: Give ear, O Man! to their appeal,
So shall the seventh be truly blest, And thirst for no inferior zeal,
From morn to eve, with hallow'd rest. Thou, who canst think, as well as feel.
(1832 Mount from the Earth; aspirel aspire! So pleads the town's cathedral quire, In strains that from their solemn height
ODE TO DUTY. Sink, to attain a loftier flight;
“Jam non consilio bonus, sed more eò While incense from the altar breathes
perductus, ut non tantum rectè facere Rich fragrance in embodied wreaths; possim, sed nisi rectè facere non posOr, flung from swinging censer, shrouds The taper-lights, and curls in clouds STERN Daughter of the Voice of God! Around angelic Forms, the still
O Duty! if that name thou love Creation of the painter's skill,
Who årt a light to guide, a rod That on the service wait conceal'd To check the erring, and reprove; One moment, and the next reveal’d. - Thou, who art victory and law Cast off your bonds, awake, arise, When empty terrors overawe; And for no transient ecstasies!
From vain temptations dost set free; What else can mean the visual plea And calni'st the weary strife of frail hu. Of still or moving imagery,
manity! The iterated summons loud, Not wasted on th' attendant crowd,
1 Nor wholly lost upon the throng
“No longer good by conscious effort,
but so led on to goodness by habit, that Hurrying the busy streets along? now I not only can do what is right, but Alas! the sanctities combined
am unable to do otherwise." -- The motto By art to unsensualise the mind,
well propounds the central thought of
this noble Ode, which is “all compact”. Decay and languish; or, as creeds
of the finest gold.
There are who ask not if thine eye My hopes no more must change their Bo on them; who, in love and truth,
name, Whore no misgiving is, rely
I long for a repose that ever is the same. Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad Hearts, without reproach or blot; Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear Who do thy work, and know it not:
The Godhead's most benignant grace; O, if through confidence misplaced
Nor know we any thing so fair They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power, As is the smile upon thy face: around them cast!
Flowers laugh before thee on their beds,
And fragrance in thy footing treads; Serene will be our days and bright, Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And happy will our nature be,
And the most ancient heavens, througlı When love is an unerring light,
Thee, are fresh and strong.
To humbler functions, awful Power! Even now, who, not unwisely bold,
I call thee: I myself commend Live in the spirit of this creed;
Unto thy guidance from this hour; Yet seek thy firm support, according to O, let my weakness have an end ! their need.
Give unto me, made lowly wise,
The spirit of self-sacrifice; I, loving freedom, and untried;
The confidence of reason give; No sport of every random gust,
And in the light of truth thy Bondman let Yet being to myself a guide,
(1805. Too blindly have reposed my trust: And oft, when in my heart was heard Thy timely mandate, I deferred
ODE TO LYCORIS. The task, in smoother walks to stray;
MAY, 1817. But thee I now would serve more strictly,
An age hath been when Earth was proud Through no disturbance of my soul,
Of lustre too intense
The front in self-defence.
Who then, if Dian's crescent gleam'd, Me this uncharter'd freedom tires; 3 Or Cupid's sparkling arrow stream'd I feel the weight of chancc-desires;
While on the wing the Urchin play'd,
Could fearlessly approach the shade?2 The poet here strikes a deep prin. Enough for one soft vernal day, ciple of ethics. When a man is so in love Ifl, a bard of ebbing time, with Duty as to find his supreme delight And nurtured in a fickle clime, therein, then he will naturally be held to her service by the sweetness of it, and May haunt this hornèd bay; constancy in that service will needs per- Whose amorous water multiplies petuate his joy.
The flitting halcyon's vivid dyes; 3 With Englishmen, the word charter carries the sense of liberty secured by And smooths her liquid breast, to show law. But that which protects freedom These swan-like specks of mountain necessarily restrains and limits it. And
snow, inward frecdom is a blessing, and by up
[plains right minds is felt to be such, so far only White as the pair that slid along the as the inner man is seli-restrained and Of heaven, when Venus held tlre reins 14 ordered in submission to the law of conscience. Now, Duty, with her stern legislation, is the proper home of conscience; 4 This poem originated in the last four and so none but the willing bondmen lines of the first stanza. Those specks of of Duty can have the peace and joy of snow, rellected in the lake and so transthat home. In the well-known words of terred, as it were, to the subaqueous sky, Hooker, “Of Law there can no less be reminded me of the swans which the acknowledged, than that her seat is the ancy of the ancient classic poets yoked bosom of God, her voice the harmony of to the car of Venus. Hence the tenor of the world."
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