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That were not ; anı! commending as they would
To each some province, garden, field, or grove.
But all are under one. One spirit-His
Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding

Rules universal nature. Not a flower
But shows some touch, in freckle, streak, or stain.
Of his unrivall'd pencil. He inspires
Their balmy odours, and imparts their hues,
And bathes their eyes with nectar, and includes,
In grains as countless as the seaside sands,
The forms with which he sprinkles all the earth.
Happy who walks with him! whom what he

finds Of flavour or of scent in fruit or flower Of what he views of beautiful or grand In nature, from the broad majestic oak To the green blade that twinkles in the sun, Prompts with remembrance of a present God His presence, who made all so fair, perceiv'd, Makes all still fairer. As with him no scene Is dreary, so with him all seasons please. Though winter had been gone, had man beer

true And earth be punish'd for its tenant's sake, Yet not in vengeance; as this smiling sky, So soon succeeding such an angry night, And these dissolving snows, and this clear

stream Recov’ring fast its liquid music, prove. Who, then, that has a mind well strung and


To contemplation, and within his reach
A scene so friendly to his fav’rite task,
Would waste attention at the chequer'd boara
His host of wooden warriors to and fro
Marching and countermarching, with an eye
As fix'd as marble, with a forehead ridg’d
And furrow'd into storms, and with a hand
Trembling, as if eternity were hung
In balance on his conduct of a pin ?
Nor envies he aught more their idle sport,
Who pant with application misapplied
To trivial toys, and, pushing iv'ry balls
Across a velvet level, feel a joy
Akin to rapture, when the bauble finds
Its destin'd goal, of difficult access.
Nor deems he wiser him, who gives his nc on
To miss, the mercer's plague from shop to shop
Wand'ring, and litt'ring with unfolded silks-
The polish'd counter, and approving none,
Or promising with smiles to call again.
Nor him, who by his vanity seduc'd,
And sooth'd into a dream, that he discerns
The diff'rence of a Guido from a daub,
Frequents the crowded auction : station'd there
As duly as the Langford of the show,
With glass at eye, and catalogue in hand,
And tongue accomplish'd in the fulsome cant
And pedantry that coxcombg learn with ease :
Oft as the price-deciding hammer falls,
He notes it in his book, then raps his box,
Swears 'tis a bargain, rails at his hard fate,
That he has let it pass--but never bids'

Here uimolested, through whatever sign The sun proceeds, I wander. Neither mist For freezing sky nor sultry, checking me, Nor stranger intermeddling with my joy. E'en in the spring and playtime of the year, That calls the unwonted villager abroad With all her little ones, a sportive train, To gather kingcups in the yellow mead, And prink their hair with daisies, or to pick A cheap but wholesome salad from the brookThese shades are all my own. The tim'rous hare, Grown so familiar with her frequent guest, Scarce shuns me; and the stock-dove,unalarm'd, Sits cooing in the pinetree, nor suspends His long love ditty for my near approach. Drawn from his refuge in some lonely elm, That age or injury has hollow'd deep, Where, on his bed of wool and matted leaves, He has outslept the winter, ventures forth, To frisk awhile, and bask in the warm sun, The squirrel, flippant, pert, and full of play ; He sees me, and at once, swift as a bird, Ascends the neighb'ring beech; there whisks

his brush, And perks his ears, and stamps, and cries aloud. With all the prettiness of feign'd alarm, And anger insignificantly fierce.

The heart is hard in nature, and unfit For human fellowship, as being void Of sympathy, and therefore dead alike To love and frier both, that is not as'd With sight o animals enjoying life,

Nor feels their happiness auginent his sun.
The bounding fawn, that darts across the glade
When none pursues, through mere delight of heart
And spirits buoyant with excess of glee;
The horse as wanton, and almost as fleet,
That skims the spacious meadow at full speed,
Then stops, and snorts, and throwing high his

Starts to the voluntary race again ;
The very kine that gambol at high noon,
The total herd receiving first from one,
That leads the dance, a summons to be gay,
Though wild their strange vagaries, and uncoutb
Their efforts, yet resolv’d, with one consent,
To give such act and utt'rance as they may
To ecstasy too big to be suppress'd-
These, and a thousand images of bliss,
With which kind Nature graces ev'ry scene,
Where cruel man defeats not her design,
Impart to the benevolent, who wish
All that are capable of pleasure pleas'd,
A far superior happiness to theirs,
The comfort of a reasonable joy.

Man scarce had ris'n, obedient to his call Who form'd him fror, the dust, his future grave, When he was crown'd as never king was since. God set the diadem upon his head, And angel choirs attended. Wond'ring stood The new-made monarch, while before him pass’d, All happy, and all perfect in their kind, The creatures, summon'd from their various


To see ilieir sov'reign, and confess his sway.
Vast was his empire, absolute his pow'r,
Or bounded only by a law, whose force
'Twas his sublimest privilege to feel
And own—the law of universal love.
He rul'd with meekness, they obey'd with joy !
No cruel purpose lurk’d within his heart,
And no distrust of his intent in theirs.
So Eden was a scene of harmless sport,
Where kindness on his part who rul'd the whole,
Begat a tranquil confidence in all,
And fear as yet was not, nor cause for fear.
But sin marr'd all: and the revolt of man,
That source of evils not exhausted yet,
Was punish'd with revolt of his from him.
Garden of God, how terrible the change
Thy groves and lawns then witness'd! Ev'ry

Each animal, of ev'ry name, conceiv'd
A jealousy, and an instinctive fear,
And, conscious of some danger, either fled
Precipitate the loath'd abode of man,
Or growl'd defiance in such angry sort,
As taught him too to tremble in his turn.
Thus harmony and family accord
Were drv'n from Paradise ; and in that hour
The seeds of cruelty, that since have swellid.
To such gigantic and enormous growth,
Were sown in human nature's fruitful soil.
Hence date the persecution and the pain,
That man inflicts on all inferior kinds,
Regardless of their plaints To make him sporu

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