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Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat ?
Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note. 2. The bounding steed you pompously bestride,
Shares with his lord the pleasure and the pride.
Is thine alone the seed that strews the plain?
The birds of heav'n shall vindicate their grain,
Thine the full harvest of the golden year?
Part pays, and justly, the deserving steer.
The hog, that ploughs not, nor obeys thy call,
Lives on the labours of this lord of all.
3. Know, nature's children all divide her care;
The fur that warms a monarch, warın'd a bear.
While man exclaims, " See all things for my use.”
“ See man for mine!” replies a pamper'd goose.
And just as short of reason he must fall,
Who thinks all made for one, not one for all.
4. Grant that the pow'rful still the weak control;
Be man the wit and tyrant of the whole :
Nature that tyrant checks; he only knows,
And helps another creature's wants and woes.
Say, will the falcon, stooping from above,
Smit with her varying pliimage, spare the dove ?
Admires the jay, the insect's gilded wings?
Or hears tlie hawk when Philomela sings?
5. Man cares for all: to birds he gives his woods,
To beasts his pastures, and to fish his floods ;
For some his int'rest prompts him to provide,
For more his pleasures, yet for more his pride.
All fed on one vain patron, and enjoy
Th’ extensive blessing of his luxury.
6. That very life his learned hunger craves.
He saves from famine, from the savage saves :
Nay, feasts the animal he dooms his feast;
And, till he ends the being, makes it blest:
Which sees no more the stroke, nor feels the pain,
Than favour'd man by touch ethereal slain.
The creature had his feast of life before ;
Thou too must perish, when thy feast is o’er!
1. Weak and irresolute is man;
The purpose of to-say,
Woven with pains into his plan,
To-morrow rends away.
2. The bow well bent, and smart the spring,
Vice seems already slain ;
, But passion rudely snaps the string,
And it revives again.
8. Some foe to his upright intent,
- Finds out his weaker part ;
Virtue engages his assent,
But pleasure wins his heart.
4. 'Tis here the folly of the wise,
Through all his art we view;
And while his tongue the charge denies,
His conscience owns it true.
5. Bound on a voyage of awful length,
And dangers little known,
A stranger to superiour strength,
Man vainly trusts his own.
6. But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of heav'n must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.
Ode to peace.
1. COME, peace of mind, 'delightful guest!
Return, and make thy downy nest
Once more in this sad heart :
Nor riches I, nor pow'r pursue,
Nor hold forbidden joys in view;
We therefore need not part.
2. Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me,
From av'rice and ambition free,
And pleasure's fatal wiles;
For whom, alas! dost thou prepare
The sweets that I was wont to share,
The banquet of thy smiles ?
3. The great, the gay, shall they partake
The heav’n that thou alone canst make;
And wilt thou quit the stream,
That murmurs through the dewy mead,
The grove and the sequester'd shade,
To be a guest with them?
For thee I panted, thee I priz'd,
For thee I gladly sacrific'd
Whate'er I lov'd before;
And shall I see thee start away,
And helpless, hopeless, hear thee say
Farewell, we meet no more? COWPER.
Ode to adversity.
1. Daughter of Heav'n, relentless power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge, and tort'ring hour,
The bad affright, afflict the best!
Bound in thy adamantine chain,
The proud are taught to taste of pain,
And purple tyrants vainly groan
With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.
2. When first thy sire to send on earth
Virtue, his darling child, design’d,
To thee he gave the heav'nly birth,
And bade to form her infant mind."
Stern rugged nurse! thy rigid lore
. With patience many a year she bore.
What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know;
And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' wa
3. Scar'd at thy frown terrifick, fly
Self-pleasing folly's idle brood,
Wild laughter, noise, and thoughtless joy,
And leave us leisure to be good.
Light they disperse; and with them go
The summer-friend, the flatt'ring foe.
By vain prosperity receiv'd,
To her they vow their truth, and are again believ'd..
4. Wisdom, in sable garb array'd,
Immers’d in rapt’rous thought profound,
And melancholy, silent maid,
With leaden eye that loves the ground,
Still on thy solemn steps attend;
Warm charity, the gen’ral friend,
With justice to herself severe,
And pity, dropping soft the sadly pleasing tear.
5. Oh, gently, on thy suppliant's head,
Dread power, lay thy chast’ning hand !
Not in thy gorgon terrours clad,
Nor circled with the vengeful band,
(As by the impious thou art seen,).
With thund'ring voice, and threat’ning mien,
With screaming horrour's fun'ral cry, Despair, and fell disease, and ghastly poverty." 6. Thy form benign, propitious, wear,
Thy milder influence impart';
Thy philosophick train be there,
To soften, not to wound my heart.
The gen'rous spark extinct revive;
Teach me to love, and to forgive;
Exact my own defects to scan;
What others are to feel; and know myself a man.--ORAT:
The creation required to praise its Author.
1. Begin, my soul, th’exalted lay!
Let each enraptur'd thought obey,
And praise th' Almighty's name:
Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and skies,
In one meliodious concert rise,
To swell th' inspiring theme.
2. Ye fields of light, celestial plains,
Where gay transporting beauty reigns,
Ye scenes divinely fair!
Your Maker's wondrous pow'r proclaim
Tell how he form'd your shining frame,
And breath'd the fluid air.
3. Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound !
While all th’adoring thrones around,
His boundless mercy sing :
Let ev'ry list’ning saint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the sweetest string.
4. Join, ye loud spheres, the vocal choir;
Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire,
The mighty chorus aid:
Soon as gray ey’ning gilds the plain,
Thou, moon, protract the melting strain,
And praise him in the shade.
5. Thou heav'n of heay'ns, his vast abode;
Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God,
Who call’d yon worlds from night: “ Ye shades dispel !”—th Eternal said; At once th’involving darkness fled,
And nature sprung to light.
6. Whate'er a blooming world contains,
That wings the air, that skims the plains,
United praise bestow :
Ye dragons, sound his awful name
To heav'n aloud; and roar acclaim,
Ye swelling deeps below.
7. Let ev'ry element rejoice;
Ye thunders burst with awful voice,
To him who bids you roll:
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.
8. To him, ye graceful cedars, bow;
Ye tow’ring mountains, bending low,
Your great Creator own;
Tell, wlren affrighted nature shook,
How Sinai kindled at his look,
And trembled at his frown.
9. Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale,
Ye insects flutt'riny on the gale,
In mutual concourse rise ;
Crop the gay rose's vermeil bloom,
And waft its spoils, a sweet perfume,
In incense to the skies.
10. Wake all ye mounting tribes, and sing;
Ye plumy warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise
To him who shap'd your finer mould,
Who tipp'd your glittring wings with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise. 11. Let man, by nobler passions sway'd, The feeling heart, the judging head,
In heav'nly praise employ;
Spread his tremendous name around,
Till heav'n's broad arch rings back the sound,
The gen'ral burst of joy.
12. Ye whom the charms of grandeur please,
Nurs'd on the downy lap of ease,
Fall prostrate at his throne :
Ye princes, rulers, all adore ;
Praise him, ye kings, who makes your pow'r
An image of his own.
13. Ye fair, by nature form’d to move,
O praise th' eternal SOURCE OF LOVE,
· With youth's enliv’ning fire:
Let age take up the tuneful lay,
Sigh his bless'd name-then soar away,
And ask an angel's lyre. OGILVIE.
The universal prayer. 1. FATHER OF ALL! in ev'ry age,
In ev'ry clime, ador’d,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,
"Jehovah, Jove, or Lord ! 2. Thou GREAT FIRST CAUSE, least understood,
Who all my sense confin'd
To know but this, that Thou art good,
And that myself am blind;
3. Yet gave me, in this dark estate,
To see the good from ill;
And binding nature fast in fate,
Left free the human will.
4. What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
This teach me more than hell to shun,
That more than heav'n pursue.
5. What blessings thy free bounty gives,
Let me not cast away;
For God is paid, when man receives;
T' enjoy is to obey.
6. Yet not to earth's contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round. 7. Let not this weak, unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw;
And deal damnation round the land,
On each I judge thy foe.
8. If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay ; - If I am wrong, o teach my heart
To find that better way!
9. Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,
At aught thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught thy goodness lent. 10. Teach me to feel another's wo;
To hide the fault I see;
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
11. Mean tho' I am, not wholly so,
Since quicken'd by thy breath:
O lead me wheresoe'er I go,
Thro’ this day's life or death!