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8. Moon, that now meet'st the orient sun, now fly'st,

With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies;
And ye five other wand’ring fires that move
In mystick dance, not without song, resound
His praise, who out of darkness call’d up light.
Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth
Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run
Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix
And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change

Vary to our great MAKER still new praise. 4. Ye mists and exhalations that now rise

From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray,
Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold,
In honour to the world's great AUTHOR rise!
Whether to deck with clouds th' uncolour'd sky,
Or wet the thirsty earth with falling show'rs,

Rising or falling still advance his praise.
5. His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow,

Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye pines
With ev'ry plant, in sign of worship wave.
Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow
Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Join voices, all ye living souls ; ye birds
That singiny, up to heaven's gate ascend,
Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.
Ye that in waters olide, and ye that walk
The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep;
Witness if I be silent, morn or even,
To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh shade
Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
Hail, UNIVERSAL LORD! be bounteous still
To give us only good; and if the night
Has gather'd aught of evil, or conceal’d,
Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark. UITO..

CHAPTER VI.
PROMISCUOUS PIECES.

SECTION I.

Ode to content.
1. O TÃOU, the nymph with placid eye!
O seldom found, yet ever nigh!

Receive my temp'rate vow:
Not all the storms that shake the pole,
Can e'er disturb thy halcyon soul

And smooth, unalter'd brow
2. O come, in simplest vest array'd,
With all thy soher cheer display'd,

To bless my longing sight;
Thy mien compos’d, thy even pace,
Thy meek regard, thy matron grace,

And chaste subdu'd delight.

8. No more by varying passions beat,
O gently guide my pilgrim fect

To find thy hermit cell ;
Where in some pure and equal sky,
Beneath thy soft indulgent eye,

The modest virtues dwell.
Simplicity in attick vest,
And Innocence, with candid breast,

And clear undaunted eye;
And Hope, who points to distant years,
Fair op'ning thro’ this vale of tears

A vista to the sky.
8. There Health, thro' whose calm bosom glide,
The temp?rate joys in even tide,

That rarely ebb or flow;
And Patience there, thy sister meek,
Presents her mild, unvarying cheek,

To meet the offer'd blow.
6. Her influence taught the Phrygian sage
A tyrant master's wanton rage,

With settled smiles, to meet:
Inur’d to toil and bitter bread,
He bow'd his meek submitted' head,

And kiss'd thy sainted feet.
4. But thou, () nymph, retir'd and coy!
In what brown hamlet dost thou joy

To tell thy tender tale ?
The lowliest children of the ground,
Moss-rose and violet blossom round,

And lily of the vale.
8. O say what soft propitious hour
I best may choose to hail thy pow'r,

And court thy gentle sway ? When autumn, friendly to the muse, Shall thy own modest tints diffuse,

And shed thy milder day?
9. When eve, her dewy star beneath,
Thy baimy spirit loves to breathe,

And ev'ry storm is laid ?
If such an hour was a'er thy choice,
Oft let me hear thy soothing voice,
Low whisp’ring through the shade. BARBAVLD.

SECTION II.
The shepherd and the philosopher.
1. REMOTE from cities liv'd a swain,

Unvex'd with all the cares of gain;
His head was silver'd o'er with age,
And long experience made him sage;
In summer's heat and winter's cold,
He fed his flock anil penn'd the fold;
His hours in cheerful labour flew,
Nor envy nor ambition knew :

His wisdom and his honest fame

Through all the country rais'd his name. 2. A deep philosoplier (whose rules

Of moral life were drawn from schools)
The shepherd's homely cottage sought,
And thus explor'd his reach of thought.
“Whence is thy learning ? Hath thy toil
O’er books consum'd the midnight oil ?
Hast thou old Greece and Rome survey'd,
And the vast sense of Plato weigh'd ?
Hath Socrates thy soul refin’d,
And hasť.thou fathom’d Tully's mind ?
Or, like the wise Ulysses, thrown,
By various fates, on realms unknown,
Hast'thou through many cities stray'd,

Their customs, laws, and manners weigh'd ?” 3. The shepherd modestly replied,

“I ne'er the paths of learning tried;
Nor have I roam'd in foreign parts,
To read mankind, their laws and arts;
For man is practis'd in disguise,
He cheats the most discerning eyes.
Who by that search shall wiser grow?
By that ourselves we never know.
The little knowledge I have gain'd,
Was all from simple nature drain'd;
Hence my life's maxims took their rise,

Hence grew my settled hate of vice. 4. The daily labours of the bee.

Awake my soul to industry.
Who can observe the careful ant,
And not provide for future want?
My dog (the trustiest of his kind)
With gratitude inflames my mind :
I mark his true, his faithful way,
And in my service copy Tray.
In constancy and nuptial love,
I learn my duty from the dové.
The hen, who from the chilly air,
With pious wing, protects her care,
And ev'ry fowl that flies at large,

Instructs me in a parent's charge. b. From nature too I take my rule,

To shun contempt and ridicule.
I never, with important air,
In conversation overbear.
Can grave and formal pass for wise,
When men the solemn owl despise ?
My tongue within my lips I rein; .
For who talks much must talk in vain.
We from the wordy torrent fly:
Who listens to the chatt'ring pye?
Nor would I, with felonious flight,
By stealth invade my neighbour's right:

6. Rapacious animals we hate ;

Kites, hawks, and wolves, deserve their fåte.
Do not we just abhorrence find
Against the toad and serpent kind ?
But envy, calumny, and spite,
Bear stronger venom in their bite.
Thus ev'ry object of creation
Can furnish hints to contemplation;
And, from the most minute and mean,

A virtuous mind can morals glean."
7. “Thy fame is just,” the sage replies;

"Tly virtue proves thee truly wise.
Pride often guides the author's pen,
Books as affected are as men:
But he who studies nature's laws,
From certain truth his maxims draws;
And those, without our schools, suffice
To make men inoral, good, and wise."

GAI.
SECTION III.
The road to happiness open to all men.
1. Oh happiness! our being's end and aim!

Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name;
That something still which prompts th' eternal sigh,
For which we bear to live, or dare to die:
Which still so near us, yet beyond us lies,
O'erlook’d, seen double, by the fool and wise ;
Plant of celestial seed, if dropt below,

Say, in what mortal soil thou deign'sť to grow ? 2. Fair op'ning to some court's propitious shrine,

Or deep with diamonds in the flaming mine?
Twin'd with the wreaths Parnassian laurels yield,
Or reap'd in iron harvests of the field ?
Where grows? where grows it not? if vain our toil,
We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.
Fia'u to no gpot is happiness sincere;
"Tis no where to be found, or ev'ry where ;
'T'is never to be bought, but always free;
And, fled from monarchs, St. John! dwells with thee.
Ask of the learn'd the way. The learn'd are blind;
This bids to serve, and that to shun mankind :
Some place the bliss in action, some in ease;
Those call it pleasure, and contentment these :
Some sunk to beasts, find pleasure end in pain;
Some swell’d to gods, confess ev'n virtue vain;
Or indolent, to each extreme they fall,

To trust in ev'ry thing, or doubt of all.
4. Who thus define it, say they more or less

Than this, that happiness is happiness?
Take nature's path, and mad opinions leave;
All states can reach it, and all heads conceive ;
Obvious her goods, in no extreme they dwell;
There needs but thinking right, and meaning well
And mourn our various portions as we please,

qual is common sense, and common ease.

РОРЕ.

Remember, man, “the universal cause
“ Acts not by partial, but by genral laws ;"
And makes what happiness we justly cali,
Subsist not in the good of one, but all.

SECTION IV.

The goodness of Providence. 1. The Lord my pasture shall prepare,

And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
Aly noon-day walks he shall attend,

And all my inidnight hors defend. 2. When in the sultry glebe I faint,

Or on the thirsty mountains pant;
To fertile vales, and dewy meads,
My weary. wand'ring steps he leals: '
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,

Amid the verdant landscape slow. 3. Tho' in the paths of death I treari,

With gloomy horrours overspread,
My steadfasi heart shall fear no iil ;
For thou, O Lord, art with me still :
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,

And guide me through the dreadful shade. 4. Tho' in a bare and rugged way,

Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.

SECTION V.
The Creator's works attest his greatness.
1. The spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great originai proclaim:
Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's pow'r display,
And publishes to ev'ry land,

The work of an Almighty hand.
2. Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail,

The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And, nightly, to the list’ning earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole. 3. What though, in solemn silence, all

Move round the dark terrestrial ball!
What tho' nor real voice nor sound,
Amid their radiant orbs be found !

ADDI309.

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