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20. TERVID on the glitt'. ing 104
Now the noontide radiance glows: Drooping o'er its infant bud,
Not a dew drop's left the rose. By the brook the shepherd dines,
From the fierce meridian heat, Shelter'd by the branching pines,
Pendant o'er his grassy seat. Now the flock forsakes the glade,
Where uncheck'd the sun-beams fall, Sure to find a pleasing shade
By the ivy'd abbey wall. Echo, in her airy round,
O'er the river, rock, and hill, Cannot catch a single sound,
Save the clack of yonder mill. Cattle court the zephyrs bland,
Where the streamlet wanders cool,
Or with languid silence stand
Midway in the marshy pool.
But from mountain, dell, or stream,
Not a flutt'ring zephyr springs;
Fearful lest the noontide beam
Scorch its soft its silken wings.
Not a leaf has leave to stir,
Nature's lulld, serene, and still !
Quiet e'en the shepherd's cur,
Sleeping on the heath-clad hill.
Languid is the landscape round,
Till the fresh descending show'r,
Grateful to the thirsty ground,
Raises ev'ry fainting flower.
Now the hill, the hedge, are green,
Now the warbler's throat's in tune ;
Blithesome is the verdant scene,
Brighten'd by the beams of Noon!
O'ER the heath the heifer strays
Free, (the furrow'd task is done,
Now the village windows blaze,
Burnish'd by the setting sun. Now he sets behind the hill,
Sinking from a golden sky; Can the pencil's mimic skill
Copy the refulgent dye? Trudging as the ploughmen go,
(To the smoaking hamlet bound,) Giant like their shadow's grow,
Lengthen'd o'er the level ground. Where the rising forest spreads
Shelter for the lordly dome! To their high built airy beds,
See the rooks returning home! As the lark with vary d tune,
Carols to the ev'ning loud ; Mark the mild resplendent moon,
Breaking through a parted cloud Now the hermit howlet peeps
From the barn or twisted brake; And the blue mist slowly creeps,
Curling on the silver lake. As the trout in speckled pride,
Playful from its bosom springs; To the banks a ruffled tide
Verges in successive rings. Tripping through the silken grass
O'er the path divided dale, Mark the rose complexion'd lass
With her well pois'd milking pail ! Linnets with unnumber'd notes,
And the cuckoo bird with two, Tuning sweet their mellow throats;
Bid thre setting sun adieu. CUNNINGA A.
THE ORDER OF NATURE.
See, thro' this air, this ocean, and this earth,
All matter quick, and bursting into birth.
Above, how high progressive life may go!
Around, how wide! how deep extend below!
Vast chain of being! which from God began,
Nature ethereal, human, angel, man:
Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see,
No glass can reach; from infinite to theg,
From thee to nothing. On superior pow'rs
Were we to press, inferior might on ours ;
Orin the full creation leave a void,
Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroy'd:
From nature's chain whatever link you strike,
Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.
And, if each system in gradation roll,
Alike essential to th' amazing wholoy
The least confusion but in one, not all
That system only, but the whole must fall.
Let earth, unbalanc'd, from her orbit fly,
Planets and suns run lawless through the sky;
Let ruling angels from their spheres be hurl'd,
Being on being wreck'd, and world on world;
Heaven's whole foundations to their centre nod,
And nature trembles to the throne of God.
All this dread ORDER break, for whom? for thee?
Vile worm! Oh madness! pride! impiety!
What if the foot, ordain'd the dust to tread,
Or hand, to toil, aspir'd to be the head?
What if the head, the eye, or ear, repin'd
To serve mere engines to the ruling mind?
Just as absurd for any part to claim
To be another, in this gen'ral frame:
Just as absurd, to mourn the tasks or pains,
The great directing MIND OF ALL ordains.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body nature is, and God the soul:
That, chang'd through all, and yet in all the same,
Great in the earth, as in th' etherial frame;
Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees;
Lives thro' all life, extends thro' all extent,
Speads undivided, operates unspent;
Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part,
As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart;
As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns,
As the wrapt seraph that adores and burns ;
To him no high, no low, no great, no small;
He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Cease then, nor ORDER imperfection name:
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
Know thy own point: this kind, this duo degree
Ofblindness, weakness, Heaven bestows on thee,
Submit. In this or any other sphere,
Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear:
Safe in the hand of one disposing Pow'r,
Or in the natal, or the mortal hour.
All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see ;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good :
And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite,
One truth is clear, WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT.
CONFIDENCE IN DIVINE PROTECTION.
How are thy servants blest, O Lord !
How sure is their defence !
Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help Omnipotence.
In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,
Through burning climes I pass'd unhurt,
And breath'd in tainted air.
Thy mercy sweeten'd ev'ry soil,
Made ev'ry region please ;
The hoary Alpine hills it warm'd,
And smooth'd the Tyrrhenc seas.
Think, O my soul, devoutly think,
How, with affrighted eyes,
Thou saw'st the wide extended deep
In all its horrors rise!
Confusion dwelt in ev'ry face,
And fear in ev'ry heart,
When waves on waves, and gulphs in gulphs,
O'ercame the pilot's art.
Yet then, from all my griefs, O Lord,
Thy mercy set me free ;
While in the confidence of pray'r
My soul took hold on thee.
For tho' in dreadful whirls we hung
High on the broken wave,
I knew thou wert not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.
The storm was laid, the winds retir'ds.
Obedient to thy will;
The sea that roar'd at thy command,
At thy command was still.
In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness I'll adore ;
And praise thee for thy mercies pasty
And humbly hope for more.
My life, if thou preserve my life,
Thy sacrifice shall be ;
And death, if death must be my doom,
Shall join my soul to thee,
HYMN ON A REVIEW OF THE SEASONS.
THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these,
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing spring
Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love.
Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm ;
Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles ;
And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Then comes thy glory in the summer months,
With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun
Shoots full perfection thro' the swelling year;
And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaksj.