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" Perish the lore that deadens young desire,”
Vain man! is grandeur giv'n to gay attire? Is the soft tenor of my song no more.
Then let the butterfly thy pride upbraid: Edwin, tho' lov'd of Heaven, must not aspire To friends, allendants, armies, bought with hire ? To bliss, which mortals never knew before. It is thy weakness that requires their aid : On trembling wings let youthful fancy soar, To palaces, with gold and gems inlaid ? Nor always haunt the sunny realms of joy: They fear the thief, and tremble in the storm : But now and then the shades of life explore ; To hosts, through carnage who to conquest wade ? Though many a sound and sight of woe annoy, Behold the victor vanquish'd by the worm! And many a qualm of care his rising hopes destroy. Behold, what deeds of woe the locust can perform' Vigor from toil, from trouble patience grows.
“True dignity is his, whose tranquil mind The weakly blossom, warm in summer-bower,
Virtue has rais'd above the things below; Some tints of transient beauty may disclose ;
Who, every hope and fear to Heaven resign'd, But soon it withers in the chilling hour.
Shrinks not, though Fortune aim her deadliest blow." Mark yonder oaks! Superior to the power
This strain from 'midst the rocks was heard to flow, Of all the warring winds of Heaven, they rise,
In solemn sounds. Now beam'd the evening star; And from the stormy promontory tower,
And from embattled clouds emerging slow And toss their giant arms amid the skies,
Cynthia came riding on her silver car; While each assailing blast increase of strength sup- And hoary mountain-cliffs shone faintly from afar. plies.
Soon did the solemn voice its theme renew :
(While Edwin wrapt in wonder listening stood) And walks of wider circuit were his choice,
Ye tools and toys of tyranny, adieu,
Ye only can engage the servile brood
Of Levity and Lust, who all their days, And o'er a lonely eminence to climb,
Asham'd of truth and liberty, have wood, Which heretofore his foot had never trode;
And hugg'd the chain, that, glittering on their gaze, A vale appear'd below, a deep retir'd abode.
Seems to outshine the pomp of Heaven's empyreal
blaze. Thither he hied, enamour'd of the scene. For rocks on rocks pil'd as by magic spell,
Like them, abandon'd to Ambition's sway, Here scorch'd with lightning, there with ivy green, And fawn'd and smild, to plunder and betray,
I sought for glory in the paths of guile;
Myself betray'd and plunder'd all the while ;
So gnaw'd the viper the corroding file; And toward the western sun a streamlet fell,
But now, with pangs of keen remorse, I rue Where, through the cliffs, the eye, remote, survey'd Those years of trouble and debasement vile. Blue hills, and glittering waves, and skies in gold Yet why should I this cruel theme pursue ? array’d.
Fly, fly, detested thoughts, for ever from my view! Along this narrow valley you might see
“The gusts of appetite, the clouds of care, The wild deer sporting on the meadow ground,
And storms of disappointment, all o'erpast, And, here and there, a solitary tree,
Henceforth no earthly hope with Heaven shall share Or mossy stone, or rock with woodbine crown'd.
This heart, where peace serenely shines at last. Oft did the cliffs reverberate the sound
And if for me no treasure be amass'd, Of parted fragments tumbling from on high ;
And if no future age shall hear my name, And from the summit of that craggy mound
I lurk the more secure from fortune's blast, The perching eagle oft was heard to cry,
And with more leisure feed this pious flame, Or on resounding wings, to shoot athwart the sky.
Whose rapture far transcends the fairest hopes of
fame. One cultivated spot there was, that spread Its flowery bosom to the noonday beam,
“The end and the reward of toil is rest. Where many a rose-bud rears its blushing head,
Be all my prayer for virtue and for peace. And herbs for food with future plenty teem.
of wealth and fame, of pomp and power possess'd Sooth'd by the lulling sound of grove and stream,
Who ever felt his weight of woe decrease ? Romantic visions swarm on Edwin's soul:
Ah! what avails the lore of Rome and Greece, He minded not the Sun's last trembling gleam,
The lay heaven-prompted, and harmonious string, Nor heard from far the twilight curfew toll ;
The dust of Ophir, or the Tyrian fleece, When slowly on his ear these moving accents stole : All that art, fortune, enterprise, can bring,
If envy, scorn, remorse, or pride, the bosom wring! “ Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose !
“Let Vanity adorn the marble tomb Can passion's wildest uproar lay to rest,
With trophies, rhymes, and scutcheons of renown, And whisper comfort to the man of woes? In the deep dungeon of some Gothic dome, Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, Where night and desolation ever frown. And Contemplation soar on seraph wings.
Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down; O solitude! the man who thee foregoes,
Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, When lucre lures him, or ambition stings,
With here and there a violet bestrown, Shall never know the source whence real grandeur Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave; springs.
And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave
“And thither let the village-swain repair;
Yet, can man's gentle heart become so fell !
"Tis he my doubt can clear, perhaps my care dispel."
An ancient man: his harp lay him beside.
A stag sprang from the pasture at his call,
And hung his lofty neck with many a flow'ret
The wanderer approaching : innocence
Who art thou, courteous stranger ? and from
whence ? “Along yon glittering sky what glory streams ! Why roam thy steps to this sequester'd dale ?" What majesty attends Night's lovely queen! “A shepherd-boy," the youth replied, “ far bence Fair laugh our valleys in the vernal beams; My habitation; hear my artless tale ; And mountains rise, and oceans roll between, Nor levity nor falsehood shall thine ear assail. And all conspire to beautify the scene. But, in the mental world, what chaos drear;
“ Late as I roam'd, intent on Nature's charms, What forms of mournful, lothesome, furious mien! I reach'd at eve this wilderness profound; O when shall that eternal morn appear,
And, leaning where yon oak expands her arms, These dreadful forms to chase, this chaos dark to Heard these rude cliffs thine awful voice rebound, clear!
(For in thy speech I recognize the sound.)
You mourn'd for ruin'd man, and virtue lost,
Pondering on former days by guilt engross'd,
Where Fortune lavishes her gifts unearn'd,
As those that felons, fiends, and furies plan?
Spiders ensnare, snakes poison, tigers prowl:
O teach a simple youth this mystery to scan.
“ Or else the lamentable strain disclaim, And dares he thus the gifts of Heaven pervert, And give me back the calm, contented mind: Each social instinct, and sublime desire ?
Which, late, exulting, view'd in Nature's frame, Hail, Poverty! if honor, wealth, and art,
Goodness unlainted, wisdom unconfinu,
Grace, grandeur, and utility combin'd.
Well pleas'd with all, but most with human-kind :
will, The youth, his rising sorrow to assuage,
Uncheck'd by cold distrust, and uninformd of
Leave me to hide, in this remote sojourn, of groves, and dying gales, and melancholy rills.
From every gentle ear the dreadful truth:
For if my desultory strain with ruth
# But let untender thoughts asar be driven ; When all were great and free! man's sole employ Nor venture to arraign the drend decree.
To deck the bosom of his parent earth; For know, to man, as candidate for Heaven, Or toward his bower the murmuring stream decoy, The voice of the Eternal said, Be free:
To aid the flow'ret's long-expected birth, And this divine prerogative to thee
And lull the bed of peace, and crown the board of Does virtue, happiness, and Heaven convey ;
mirth. For virtue is the child of liberty, And happiness of virtue ; nor can they
Sweet were your shades, 0 ye primeval groves! Be free to keep the path, who are not free to stray. Whose boughs to man his food and shelter lent,
Pure in his pleasures, happy in his loves, “ Yet leave me not. I would allay that grief, His eye still smiling, and his heart content. Which else might thy young virtue overpower,
Then, hand in hand, health, sport, and labor went. And in thy converse I shall find relief,
Nature supplied the wish she taught to crave. When the dark shades of melancholy lower ; None prowl'd for prey, none watch'd to circumvent For solitude has many a dreary hour,
To all an equal lot Heaven's bounty gave : Even when exempt from grief, remorse, and pain : No vassal fear'd his lord, no tyrant feard his slave. Come often then; for, haply, in my bower, Amusement, knowledge, wisdom thou may'st gain : • But ah! th' historic Muse has never dar'd If I one soul improve, I have not liv'd in vain." To pierce those hallow'd bowers : 'tis Fancy's beam
Pour'd on the vision of the enraptur'd bard, And now, at length, to Edwin's ardent gaze That paints the charms of that delicious theme. The Muse of history unrolls her page.
Then hail sweet Fancy's ray! and hail the dream But few, alas! the scenes her art displays, That weans the weary soul from guilt and woe! To charm his fancy, or his heart engage.
Careless what others of my choice may deem, Here chiefs their thirst of power in blood assuage, I long, where Love and Fancy lead, to go And straight their fames with tenfold fierceness burn: And meditate on Heaven, enough of Earth I know.” Here smiling Virtue prompts the patriot's rage, But lo, ere-long, is left alone to mourn,
“ I cannot blame thy choice,” the sage replied, And languish in the dust, and clasp th' abandon's "For soft and smooth are Fancy's flowery ways. urn!
And yet, even there, if left without à guide,
The young adventurer unsafely plays.
And who, my child, would trust the meteor-blaze,
shin'd? No note the clarion of renown can breathe, T'alarm the long night of the lonely grave, "Fancy enervates, while it soothes, the heart, Or check the headlong haste of time's o'erwhelming And, while it dazzles, wounds the mental sight:
To joy each heightening charm it can impart,
But wraps the hour of woe in tenfold night.
Assail with equal or superior might, Hands drench'd in blood, and breasts begirt with And through the throbbing heart, and dizzy brain, steel!
And shivering nerves, shoot stings of more than To those, whom Nature taught to think and feel,
mortal pain. Heroes, alas ! are things of small concern; Could History man's secret heart reveal,
“And yet, alas ! the real ills of life And what imports a heaven-born mind to learn,
Claim the full vigor of a mind prepard, Her transcripts to explore what bosom would not Prepar'd for patient, long, laborious strife, yearn!
Its guide experience, and truth its guard.
We sare on Earth as other men have far'd. " This praise, O Cheronean sage,* is thine! Were they successful ? Let not us despair. (Why should this praise to thee alone belong ?) Was disappointment oft their sole reward ? All else from Nature's moral path decline, Yet shall their tale instruct, if it declare Lur'd by the toys that captivate the throng ; How they have borne the load ourselves are doom'd To herd in cabinets and camps, among
to bear. Spoil, carnage, and the cruel pomp of pride ; Or chant of heraldry the drowsy song,
What charms th' historic Muse adom, from spoils, How tyrant blood, o'er many a region wide, And blood, and tyrants, when she wings her night, Rolls to a thousand thrones its execrable tide. To hail the patriot prince, whose pious toils,
Sacred to science, liberty, and right, “O who of man the story will unfold,
And peace, through every age divinely bright, Ere victory and empire wrought annoy,
Shall shine the boast and wonder of mankind ! In that elysian age (misnam'd of gold)
Sees yonder Sun, from his meridian height, The age of love, and innocence and joy,
A lovelier scene, than virtue thus enshrin'd
In power, and man with man for mutual aid com• Plutarch.
“ Hail, sacred Polity, by Freedom rear'd !
'Twas from Philosophy man learn'd to tame
Bring health and melody to every vale:
And, from the breezy main, and mountain's head,
“But now let other themes our care engage. “What dire necessities on every hand For lo, with modest yet majestic grace,
Our art, our strength, our fortitude, require ! To curb Imagination's lawless rage,
of foes intestine what a numerous band And from within the cherish'd heart to brace, Against this little throb of life conspire ! Philosophy appears! The gloomy race
Yet Science can elude their fatal ire By indolence and moping Fancy bred,
Awhile, and turn aside Death's level'd dart,
Soothe the sharp pang, allay the fever's fire,
Then waken from long lethargy to life
“ Nor less to regulate man's moral frame The seeds of happiness, and powers of thought; Science exerts her all-composing sway, Then jarring appetites forego their strise,
Flutters thy breast with fear, or pants for fame, A strife by ignorance to madness wrought. Or pines, to indolence and spleen a prey, Pleasure by savage man is dearly bought
Or avarice, a fiend more fierce than they?
Flee to the shade of Academus' grove :
lips of Love.
" What cannot Art and Industry perform,
They smile at penury, disease, and storm;
Prepares with lenient hand their frenzy to assuage
And various orders, in one form sublime
of policy, that, 'midst the wrecks of time,
And industry and law maintain their sway severe."
Creation's blended stores arranging as she flies.
Nor love of novelty alone inspires,
Their laws and nice dependencies to scan;
And the long hours of toil and solitude to charm.
But she, who set on fire his infart heart,
And how his lyre, though rude her first essays,
The soft amusement of the vacant mind!
He sleeps in dust, and all the Muses mourn,
Friend, teacher, pattern, darling of mankind !
He sleeps in dust. Ah! how shall I pursue
And pour my bitter tears. Ye flowery lays, adieu !
Fain would I sing (much yet unsung remains) Art thou, my GREGORY, for ever fled !
And am I left to unavailing woe!
Where cares long since have shed untimely snow!
Thy placid eyes with smiles no longer glow,