ARGUMENT OF THE FIFTH BOOK. Afrosty morning.—The foddering of cattle.-The woodman and his dog.-The poultry--Whimsical effects of frost at a waterfall.--The Empress of Russia's palace of ice.-Amusements of monarchs.• War, one of them.-Wars, whence.-And whence monarchy. The evils of it.-English and French loyalty contrasted.-The Bastile and a prisoner there.-Liberty the chief recommendation of this country.-Modern patriotism questionable, and why.-The perishable nature of the best human institutions. Spiritual liberty not perishable.—The slavish state of man by nature.-Deliver him, Deist, if you can.-Grace must do it.-The respective merits of patriots and martyrs stated.— Their different treatment.-Happy freedom of the man whom grace makes free.-His relish of the works of God.-Address to the Creator. THE TASK. BOOK V. THE WINTER MORNING WALK. 'Tis morning; and the fun, with ruddy orb Afcending, fires the horizon; while the clouds, That crowd away before the driving wind, More ardent as the difk emerges more, Refemble moft fome city in a blaze, Seen through the leaflefs wood. His flanting ray Provokes me to a fmile. With eye askance I view the muscular proportioned limb Transformed to a lean fhank. The fhapelefs pair, As they defigned to mock me, at my fide Take ftep for ftep; and, as I near approach The cottage, walk along the plastered wall, Prepofterous fight! the legs without the man. The verdure of the plain lies buried deep Beneath the dazzling deluge; and the bents, And coarfer grafs, upfpearing o'er the reft, Of late unfightly and unseen, now shine Confpicuous, and in bright apparel clad, And fledged with icy feathers, nod fuperb. The cattle mourn in corners where the fence Screens them, and feem half petrified to fleep In unrecumbent fadnefs. There they wait Their wonted fodder; not like hungering man, Fretful if unfupplied; but filent, meek, And patient of the flow-paced fwain's delay. He from the ftack carves out the accuftomed load, Deep-plunging, and again deep-plunging oft, His broad keen knife into the folid mafs: Smooth as a wall the upright remnant ftands, With fuch undeviating and even force He fevers it away: no needlefs care, Left ftorms fhould overfet the leaning pile Deciduous, or its own unbalanced weight. Shaggy, and lean, and shrewd, with pointed ears The fparrows peep, and quit the fheltering eaves To feize the fair occafion. Well they eye Earth yields them nought; the imprifoned worm is safe Thins all their numerous flocks. In chinks and holes Ten thousand seek an unmolested end, As inftinct prompts; felf-buried ere they die. Repays their labour more; and perched aloft |