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A kindred melody, the scene recurs,
25 That we might try the ground again, where once (Through inexperience as we now perceive,) We miss'd that happiness we might have found. Some friend is gone, perhaps his son's best friend A father, whose authority, in show
30 When most severe, and mustering all its force, Was but the graver countenance of love; Whose favour, like the clouds of spring, might lower, And utter now and then an aweful voice, But had a blessing in its darkest frown,
35 Threatening at once and nourishing the plant. We loved, but not enough the gentle hand That rear'd us. At a thoughtless age
But seeming now when all those days are o'er
Bowles. At Ostend.
In whose look severe,
Par, Lost, X. 1094.
By every gilded folly, we renounced
pray at all
oft amiss, And seeking grace to improve the prize they hold 55 Would urge a wiser suit, than asking more.
The night was winter in his roughest mood, The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast, 60 The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below. Again the harmony comes o'er the vale,
65 And through the trees I view the embattled tower
3 Bestow a tear, nor think thy sorrow lost
Another and another should it cost :
Whence all the music. I again perceive
spray, where'er he rests he shakes 80 From many a twig the pendent drops of ice, That tinkle in the wither'd leaves below. Stillness accompanied with sounds so soft Charms more than silence. Meditation here May think down hours to moments. Here the heart 85 May give an useful lesson to the head, And learning wiser grow without his books. Knowledge and wisdom", far from being one,
* I do not fancy this relative, mendicant, and precarious understanding; for though we could become learned by other men's reading, I am sure a man can never become wise but by his own wisdom. —Cotton's Montaigne, i. 24. No man is the wiser for his learning, it may
administer matter to work in, or objects to work upon; but wit and wisdom are born with man.-Selden's Table Talk.
The curious hand of knowledge doth but pick
Have ofttimes no connection. Knowledge dwells
100 Some to the fascination of a name 6 Surrender judgement hood-wink’d. Some the style?
Of unmade happiness
Young. Sutire vi.
Pur. Lost, vii. 126. 6 What woeful stuff this madigral would be
In some starved hackneyed sonneteer or me!
Pope. Essay on Crit. 418. 7 Others for language all their care express,
And value books, as women men, for dress :
Infatuates, and through labyrinths and wilds
What prodigies can power divine perform More grand, than it produces year by year, And all in sight of inattentive man!
120 Familiar with the effect we slight the cause, And in the constancy of nature's course, The regular return of genial months, And renovation of a faded world, See nought to wonder at. Should God again, 125 As once in Gibeon, interrupt the race Of the undeviating and punctual sun, How would the world admire! But speaks it less An agency divine, to make him know His moment when to sink and when to rise 130 Age after age, than to arrest his course ? All we behold is miracle, but seen So duly, all is miracle in vain. Where now the vital energy that moved, While summer was, the pure and subtle lymph