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Through the imperceptible mæandering veins
100 Which hue she most approved, she chose them all.
Yet bear up awhile
Copious of flowers the woodbine, pale and wan,
165 Of flowers like flies clothing her slender rods That scarce a leaf appears.
Mezerion too, Though leafless, well attired, and thick beset With blushing wreaths investing every spray. Althæa with the purple eye; the broom,
170 Yellow and bright as bullion unalloy'd Her blossoms; and luxuriant above all The jasmine, throwing wide her elegant sweets, The deep dark green of whose unvarnish'd leaf Makes more conspicuous, and illumines more 175 The bright profusion of her scatter'd stars. These have been, and these shall be in their day; And all this uniform uncoloured scene Shall be dismantled of its fleecy load, And flush into variety again.
180 From dearth to plenty, and from death 10 to life, Is Nature's progress when she lectures man In heavenly truth; evincing as she makes The grand transition", that there lives and works A soul in all things, and that soul is God.
185 The beauties of the wilderness are his, That make so gay the solitary place Where no eye sees them. And the fairer forms
10 The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb, What is her burying place that is her womb.
Romeo. 11 Builds life on death, on change duration founds.
Pope. 3d Mor. Ess. 167.
the tender germ
That cultivation glories in, are his.
up Uninjured, with inimitable art,
195 And ere one flowery season fades and dies Designs the blooming wonders of the next.
Some say that in the origin of things, When all creation started into birth, The infant elements received a law
200 From which they swerve not since. That under force Of that controling ordinance they move, And need not his immediate hand, who first Prescribed their course, to regulate it now. Thus dream they, and contrive to save a God 205 The encumbrance of his own concerns, and spare The great Artificer of all that moves The stress of a continual act, the pain Of unremitted vigilance and care, As too laborious and severe a task.
210 So man the moth, is not afraid it seems To span Omnipotence, and measure might That knows no measure, by the scanty rule And standard of his own, that is to-day, And is not ere to-morrow's sun go down. But how should matter occupy a charge Dull as it is, and satisfy a law So vast in its demands, unless impellid To ceaseless service by a ceaseless force, And under pressure of some conscious cause ? The Lord of all, himself through all diffused,
Sustains and is the life of all that lives.
240 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 sea-side sands, 215 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, Or 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, perceived, Makes all still fairer. As with him no scene
Is dreary, so with him all seasons please 12. 255
270 In balance on his conduct of a pin 15 ? Nor envies he aught more their idle sport Who pant with application misapplied To trivial toys, and pushing ivory balls Across the velvet level, feel a joy
12 With thee conversing I forget all time,
Par. Lost, iv. 637. 13 Dissolving snows in livid torrents lost. Spring, 16. 14 Turpe est difficiles hubere nugus.
Martial. 15 Or if he [Alexander] played at chess, what string of bis soul was not touched by this idle and childish game! I hate and avoid it because it is not play enough; it is too grave and serious a diversion, and I am ashamed to lay out as much thought and study upon that as would serve to much better uses.- Montaigne, ( Cotton's), i. 50.