IX. 'Behold! ye pilgrims of this earth, behold! See all but man with unearn'd pleasure gay: See her bright robes the butterfly unfold, Broke from her wintry tomb in prime of May! What youthful bride can equal her array? Who can with her for easy pleasure vie? From mead to mead with gentle wing to stray, From flower to flower on balmy gales to fly, Is all she has to do beneath the radiant sky. X. 'Behold the merry minstrels of the morn, The swarming songsters of the careless grove, Ten thousand throats! that, from the flowering thorn, Hymn their good God, and carol sweet of love, Such grateful kindly raptures them emove : They neither plough, nor sow; ne, fit for flail, E'er to the barn the nodden sheaves they drove; Yet theirs each harvest dancing in the gale, Whatever crowns the hill, or smiles along the vale. XI. Outcast of nature, man! the wretched thrall Of bitter-dropping sweat, of sweltry pain, Of cares that eat away thy heart with gall, And of the vices, an inhuman train, That all proceed from savage thirst of gain: For when hard-hearted interest first began To poison earth, Astræa left the plain; Guile, violence, and murder seized on man, And, for soft milky streams, with blood the rivers ran. XII. 'Come, ye, who still the cumberous load of life Push hard up hill; but as the farthest steep You trust to gain, and put an end to strife, Down thunders' back the stone with mighty sweep, And hurls your labours to the valley deep, For ever vain : come, and, withouten fee, Your cares, your toils; will steep you in a sea Of full delight: O come, ye weary wights, to me! XIII. 'With me, you need not rise at early dawn, To pass the joyless day in various stounds; Or, louting low, on upstart fortune fawn, And sell fair honour for some paltry pounds; Or through the city take your dirty rounds, To cheat, and dun, and lie, and visit pay, Now flattering base, now giving secret wounds; Or prowl in courts of law for human prey, In venal senate thieve, or rob on broad highway. XIV. 'No cocks, with me, to rustic labour call, From village on to village sounding clear; To tardy swain no shrill-voiced matrons squall; No dogs, no babes, no wives, to stun your ear; No hammers thump; no horrid blacksmith sear, Ne noisy tradesmen your sweet slumbers start, With sounds that are a misery to hear: But all is calm, as would delight the heart Of Sybarite of old, all nature, and all art. C XV. 'Here nought but candour reigns, indulgent ease, Good-natured lounging, sauntering up and down: They who are pleased themselves must always please; On others' ways they never squint a frown, Is soothed and sweeten'd by the social sense; For interest, envy, pride, and strife are banish'd hence. XVI. 'What, what is virtue, but repose of mind, A pure ethereal calm, that knows no storm; Above the reach of wild ambition's wind, Above those passions that this world deform, And torture man, a proud malignant worm ? But here, instead, soft gales of passion play, And gently stir the heart, thereby to form A quicker sense of joy; as breezes stray [gay. Across the enliven'd skies, and make them still more XVII. 'The best of men have ever loved repose : They hate to mingle in the filthy fray; Where the soul sours, and gradual rancour grows, Imbitter'd more from peevish day to day. Ev'n those whom fame has lent her fairest ray, The most renown'd of worthy wights of yore, From a base world at last have stolen away : So Scipio, to the soft Cumaan shore Retiring, tasted joy he never knew before. XVIII. 'But if a little exercise you choose, Some zest for ease, 'tis not forbidden here: Attuned to the birds, and woodland melody. XIX. "O grievous folly! to heap up estate, To toil for what you here untoiling may obtain.' XX. He ceased. But still their trembling ears retain'd The deep vibrations of his witching song; That, by a kind of magic power, constrain'd To enter in, pell-mell, the listening throng. Heaps pour'd on heaps, and yet they slipt along, In silent ease; as when beneath the beam Of summer-moons, the distant woods among, Or by some flood all silver'd with the gleam, The soft-embodied fays through airy portal stream: XXI. By the smooth demon so it order'd was, And his alluring baits suspected han. The wise distrust the too fair-spoken man. XXII. When this the watchful wicked wizard saw, With sudden spring he leap'd upon them straight; And, soon as touch'd by his unhallow'd paw, They found themselves within the cursed gate; Full hard to be repass'd, like that of Fate. Not stronger were of old the giant-crew, Who sought to pull high Jove from regal state; Though feeble wretch he seem'd, of sallow hue: Certes, who bides his grasp, will that encounter rue. XXIII. For whomsoe'er the villain takes in hand, Then sighing yields her up to love's delicious harms. |