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COWPERS TASK.
BY
WIJLLIAM COWPER
or THE IN^ER TEMPLE.
lONDON;
PRIMTEU FOR JOHN SHARPE. PICCADILLY.
1817.
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!( AUG 9 1955
9975 4 1 .
THE
T ASK.
WILLIAM COW PER,
OF THE INNER TEMPLE, ESQ.
I'it surciiliifi arbor.
Anon.
LONDON :
PRINTED FOR JOHN SHARPE,
PICCADILLY;
BY C. WHITTI.NGHAM, CHISWKK.
.M DCCC XVII.
ADVERTISEMExNT.
The history of the following production is brieily
this : A lady, fond of blank verse, demanded a poem
of that kind from the author, and gave him the Sofa
for a subject. He obeyed; and, having much lei-
sure, connected another subject with it; and, pursu-
ing the train of thought to which his situation and
turn of mind led him, brought forth at length, instead
of the trifle which he at first intended, a serious affair
— a Volume !
In the Poem on the subject of Education, he would
be very soiry to stand suspected of having aimed his
censure at any particular school. His objections are
such, as naturally apply themselves to schools in
general. If there were not, as for the most part
there is, wilful neglect in those who manage them,
and an omission even of such discipline as they are
susceptible of, the objects are yet too numerous for
minute attention; and the aching hearts often thou-
sand parents, mourning under the bitterest of all
disappointments, attest the truth of the allegation.
His quarrel, therefore, is with the mischief at large,
land not with any particular instance of it.
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DRAWN BY laCHAPJi "^VESTALLRA. ENGRA\^D BY J. H. ROBIN SON ;
PUBLISHED BY JOHK SHARPS, PICCADILLY.
OCT. 1.1817.
THE TASK.
BOOK I.
THE SOFA.
Historical deduction of seats from the stool to the Sofa. — A School-
boy's ramble — A walk in the conutry. — The scene described. — Rural
sounds as well as sights delightful.— Another walk. — Mistake con-
cerning the charms of solitude corrected. — Colonnades commended.
— Alcove, and the view from it. — The wilderness. — The grove. —
The thresher. — The necessity and the benetits of exercise. — The
works of nature superior to, and in some instances inimitable by,
art. — The wearisomeness of what is commonly called a life of
pleasure. — Change of scene sometimes expedient. — A common de-
scribed, and the character of crazy Kate introduced. — Gipsies. —
The blessings of civilized life. — That state most favourable to vir-
tue.— The South Sea islanders compassionated, hut chiefly Omai. —
His present state of mind supposed. — Civilized life friendly to vir-
tue, but not great cities. — Great cities, and London in particular,
allowed their due praise, but censured. — Fete champ^tre. — Thu
book concludes with a reflection on the fatal eflects of dissipation
and ettcniinacy upon our public measures.
I si.vG the Sohi. I, who lately san^
Truth, Hope, and Charity, and touch'd with awo
The solemn chords, and with a trembling hand,
•^scap'd with pain from that advent'rons flight,
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Now seek repose upon an luiinbler theme ;
The theme though humble, yet august and proud
The occasion — for the Fair commands the song.
Time was, when clothing sumptuous or for use.
Save their own painted skins, our sires had none.
As yet black breeches were not; satin smooth,
Or velvet soft, or plush with shaggy pile :
The hardy chief upon the rugged rock
Wash'd by the sea, or on the grav'lly bank
Thrown up by wintry torrents roaring loud.
Fearless of wrong, repos'd his weary strength.
Those barb'rous ages past, succeeded next
The birth-day of invention ; weak at first.
Dull in design, and clumsy to perform.
Joint-stools were then created ; on three legs
Upborne they stood. Three legs upholding firm
A massy slab, in fashion square or round.
On such a stool immortal Alfred sat,
And sway'd the sceptre of his infant realms :
And such in ancient halls and mansions drear
May still be seen ; but perforated sore.
And drill'd in holes, the solid oak is found,
By worms voracious eating through and through.
At length a generation more refin'd
Improved the simple plan ; made three legs four.
Gave them a twisted form vermicular,
And o'er the seat, with plenteous wadding stuff'd,
Induc'd a splendid cover, green and blue.
Yellow and red, of tapestry richly wrought
And woven close, or needle-work sublime.
THE SOFA. •>
There might you see the piouy spread wide,
The full-blown rose, the shepherd and his lass,"
Lapdog and lambkin with black staring eyes,
And parrots with twin cherries in their beak.
Now came the cane from India smooth and bright
With Nature's varnish ; scvcr'd into stripes,
That interlac'd each otlier, these supplied
Of texture firm a lattice-work, that brac'd
The new machine, and it became a chair. ^^
But restless was the chair; the back erect
Distress'd the weary loins, tliat felt no ease ; '
The slipp'ry seat betray'd the sliding part,
That press'd it, and the feet hung dangling dowi!,
Anxious in vain to find the distant floor.
These for the rich : the rest, whom Fate had plac'd
In modest mediocrity, content
With base materials, sat on Mell-tann'd hides,
Obdurate and unyielding, glassy smooth.
With here and there a tuft of crimson yarn.
Or scarlet crewel, in the cushion fix'd.
If cushion might be call'd, what harder seera'd
Than the firm oak, of which the frame was form'd-
No want of timber then was felt or fear'd
In Albion's happy isle. The lumber stood
Poud'rous and fix'd by its own massy weight.
But elbows still were wanting; these, some say,
An alderman of Cripplegate coutriv'd ;
And some ascribe th' invention to a priest,
Burly, and big, and studious of his ease.
But, rude at first, and not with easy slope
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Recediiif? wide, they press'd against the ribs,
And bruis'd the side; and, elevated liigh,
Tauglit the rais'd shoulders to invade the ears.
Long time elaps'd or e'er our rugged sires
Complain'd, though incommodiously pent in,
And ill at ease behind. The ladies first
'Gan murmur, as became the softer sex.
Ingenious Fancy, never better pleas'd
Than wlien employ 'd t' accommodate the fair.
Heard the sweet moan with pity, and devis'd
The soft settee ; one elbow at each end,
And in the midst an elbow it receiv'd,
United yet divided, twain at once.
So sit two kings of Brentford on one throne ;
And so two citizens who, take the air,
Close pack'd, and smiling, in a chaise and one.
But relaxation of tlic languid frame.
The soft recumbency of outstretch'd limbs,
Was bliss reserv'd for happier days. So slow
The growth of what is excellent ; so hard
To attain perfection in this nether world.
Thus first Necessity invented stools,
Convenience next suggested elbow-chairs.
And Luxury th' accomplish'd sofa last.
The nurse sleeps sweetly, hir'd to watch the sick,
Whom snoring she disturbs. As sweetly he.
Who quits the coach-box at the midnight hour,
To sleep within the carriage more secure.
His legs depending at the open door.
Sweet sleep enjoys the curate in his desk,
THE SOFA.
riie tedious rector drawling o'er his head;
And sweet the clerk below. But neither sleep
Of lazy nurse, who snores the sick man dead;
Nor his, who quits the box at midnight hour,
To slumber in the carriage more secure;
Nor sleep enjoy'd by curate in his desk ;
Nor yet the dozings of the clerk, arc sweet,
Compar'd with the repose the sofa yields.
O may I live exempted (while I live
Guiltless of pamper 'd appetite obscene)
From pangs arthritic, that infest the toe n\.Hp O'h-"
Of libertine Excess. The sofa suits- ^
The gouty limb, 'tis true ; but gouty limb,
Though ou a sofa, may I never feel : \ \v^
For I have lov'd the rural walk through lanes '-^^
Of grassy swarth, close cropp'd by nibbling sheep,
And skirted thick with intertexture firm
, Of thorny boughs ; have lov'd the rural « alk
O'er hills, through valleys, and by rivers' brink.
E'er since a truant boy I pass'd my bounds,
T' enjoy a ramble on the banks of Thames ;
And still remember, nor without regret
Of hours, that sorrow since lias nuich endear'd.
How oft, my slice of pocket store consum'd.
Still hung'ring, pennyless, and far from home,
I fed on scarlet hips and stony haws.
Or blushing crabs, or berries, that emboss
The bramble, black as jet, or sloes austere.
Hard fare ! but such as boyish appetite
Disdains not; nor the palate, undeprav'd
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By culinary arts, unsav'ry deems.
No SOFA then awaited my return ;
■i Nor SOFA then I needed. Youth repairs
-His wasted spirits quickl}', by long toil
Incurring short fatigue; and, though our years.
As life declines, speed rapidly away,
And not a year but pilfers as he goes
Some youthful grace, that age would gladly keep ;
A tooth, or auburn lock, and by degrees
Their length and colour from the locks they spare ;
Th' elastic spring of an unwearied foot,
That mounts the stile w ith ease, or leaps the fence.
That play of lungs, inhaling and again
Respiring freely the fresh air, that makes
Swift pace or steep ascent no toil to me,
Mine have not pilfer'd yet; nor yet irapair'd
My relish of fair prospect ; scenes that sooth'd
Or charm'd me young, no longer young, I find
i Still soothing, and of pow'r to charm me still.
i<j And witness, dear companion of my walks, \
' Whose arm this twentieth w inter I perceive
5 Fast lock'd in mine, with pleasure such as love.
Confirm'd by long experience of thy worth
And well-tried virtues, could alone inspire —
Witness a joy that thou hast doubled long.
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere,
And that my raptures are not conjur'd up
To serve occasions of poetic pomp,
But genuine, and art partner of them all.
How oft upon yon eminence our pace
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TIIE SOFA.
Has slacken'd to a pause, anil we have borue
The luftling; wind, scarce conscious that it blew.
While Admiration feeding at the eye,
And still unsatcil, dwelt upon the scene.
Thence with wiiat pleasure have we just discern'd
The distant plough slow moving, and beside
His lab'ring team, that swerv'd not from the track,
The sturdy swain diminish'd to a boy !
Here Ouse, slow winding through a level plain
Of spacious meads with cattle sprinkled o'er.
Conducts the eye along his sinuous course
Delighted. There, fast rooted in their bank,
Stand, never ovcrlook'd, our fav'rite elms,
That screen the herdsman's solitary hut ;
Viliile far beyond, and overthwart the stream,
That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale.
The sloping land recedes into the clouds;
Displaying on its varied side the grace
Of hedge-row beauties numberless, square tow'r,
Tall spire, from which the sound of cheerful bells
Just undulates upon the list'ning ear.
Groves, heaths, and smoking villages, remote.
Scenes must be beautiful, which, daily view'd,
Please daily, and whose novel (y survives
Long knowledge and the scrutiny of years.
Praise justly due to those that I describe.
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The ton€ of languid Nature. Mighty winds.
That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood
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Of ancient growth, make music not unlike
The dash of Ocean on his winding shore,
And hill the spirit while they fill the mind ;
Unnumbei'd branches waving in the blast,
And all their leaves fast flutt'ring, all at onto.
Nor less composure waits upon the roar
Of distant floods, or on the softer voice
Of neighb'riug fountain, or of rills that slip
Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall
Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length
In matted grass, that with a livelier green
Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Nature inanimate employs sweet sounds.
But animated nature sweeter still.
To sooth and satisfy the human ear.
Ten thousand warblers cheer the day, and one
The livelong night : nor these alone, whose notes
Nice finger'd Art must emulate in vain,
But cawing rooks, and kites that swim sublime
In still repeated circles, screaming loud.
The jay, the pie, and ev'n the boding owl.
That hails the rising moon, have charms for me.
Sounds inharmonious in themselves and harsh.
Yet heard in scenes where peace for ever reigns.
And only there, please highly for their sake.
Peace to the artist, whose ingenious thought
Uevis'd the weatherhouse, that useful toy !
Fearless of humid air and gath'ring rains,
Forth steps the man — an emblem of myself!
More delicate, his tim'rous mate retires.
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When winter soaks the fields, and female feet,
Too weak to struggle with tenacious clay.
Or ford the rivulets, are best at home,
The task of new discov'ries falls on me,
At such a season, and with such a charge.
Once went I forth; and found, till then unknown,
A cottage, whither oft we since repair:
'Tis perch'd upon the green hill top, hut close
Envirou'd with a ring of branching elms,
That overhang the thatch, itself unseen
Peeps at the vale below ; so thick beset
With foliage of such dark redundant growth,
I call'd the low-roof 'd lodge the peasaufs nest;
And, hidden as it is, and far remote
From such unpleasing sounds, as haunt the ear
In village or in town, the bay of curs
Incessant, clinking hammers, grinding wheels,
And infants clam'rous whether pleas'd or paiu'd, .
Oft have I wish'd the peaceful covert mine."
Here, I have said, at least I should possess
The poet's treasure, silence, and indulge
The dreams of fancy, tranquil and secure, j
i Vain thought ! the dweller in that still retreat
Dearly obtains the refuge it affords.
Its elevated site forbids the wretch
J To drink sweet waters of the crystal well;
He dips his bowl into the weedy ditch.
And, heavy laden, brings his bev'rage home,
.Far-fetch'd and little worth; nor seldom waits
Dependant on the baker's punctual call,
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To hear his creaking panniers at the door,
Augry, and sad, and liis last crust consum'd.
So farewell envy of the peasant' s nest!
If solitude make scant the means of life,
Society for me!— thou seeming sweet,
Be still a pleasing object in my view;
My visit still, but never mine abode.
Not distant far, a length of colonnade
Invites us. Monument of ancient taste,
Now scorn'd, but worthy of a better fate.
Our fathers knew the value of a screen
From sultry suns : and, in their shaded walks
And long protracted bow'rs, enjoy'd at noon
The gloom and coolness of declining day.
We bear our shades about us ; self-depriv'd
Of other screen, the thin umbrella spread,
And range an Indian waste without a tree.
Thanks to Benevolus — he spares me yet
These chesnuts rang'd in corresponding lines ;
And, though himself so polish'd, still reprieves
The obsolete prolixity of shade.
Descending now (but cautious, lest too fast)
A sudden steep, upon a rustic bridge
We pass a gulf, in which the willows dip
Their pendent boughs, stooping as if to drink.
Hence, ancle deep in moss and flow'ry thyme.
We mount again, and feel at ev'ry step
Our foot half sunk in hillocks green and soff,
Rais'd by the mole, the miner of the soil.
He, not unlike the great ones of mankind.
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Disfigures Earth : and, plotting in the dark,
Toils much to earn a monumental pile,
That may record the mischiefs he has done.
The summit^ain'd, behold the proud alcove.
That crowns it ! yet not all its pride secures
The grand retreat from injuries inipress'd
By rural carvers, who with knives deface
The panncls, leaving an obscure, rude name.
In characters uncouth, and spelt amiss.
So strong the zeal t' immortalize himself
Beats in the breast of man, that ev'n a few,
Few transient years, won from th' abyss abhorr'd
Of blank oblivion, seem a glorious prize.
And even to a clown. Now roves the eye ;
And posted on this speculative height.
Exults in its command. The sheepfold here
Pours out its tleecy tenants o'er the glebe.
At first, progressive as a stream, they seek
The middle field ; but scatter'd by degrees,
Each to his choice, soon whiten ail the land.
There from the sunburnt hayfieid homeward creeps
The loaded wain ; w hile, lighteu'd of its charge,
The wain that meets it passes swiffly by;
The boorish driver leaning o'er his team
Vocif'rous, and impatient of delay.
Nor less attractive is the woodland scene.
Diversified with trees of ev'ry growth.
Alike, yet various. Here the grey smooth trunks-
Of ash, or lime, or beech, distinctly shine,
Within the twilight of their distant shades;
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Tiiere, lost behiiul a rising gioiiiid, wood
Seems sunk, and sliorten'd to its topmost boughs.
No tree in all tiie grove but has its charms,
Though each its hue peculiar; paler some,
And of a wannish grey ; the m illow such,
And poplar, that with silver lines his leaf,
And ash far-stretching his umbrageous arm ;
Of deeper green the elm ; and deei)cr still.
Lord of the "voods, the long-surviving oak.
Some glossy-leav'd, and shining in the sun,
The maple, and the beech of oily nuts
Prolific, and the lime at dewy eve
Diffusing odours: nor unnoted pass
The sycamore, capricious in attire.
Now green, now tawny, and, ere autumn yet
Have chaug'd the woods, in scarlet honours bright.
O'er these, but far beyond (a spacious map
Of hill and valley interpos'd between),
The Ouse, dividing the well-water'd land,
Now glitters in the sun, and now retires,
As bashful, yet impatient to be seen.
Hence the declivity is sharp and short.
And such the reascent : between them weeps
A little naiad her impov'rish'd urn
All summer long, which winter fills again.
The folded gates would bar my progress now,
But that the lord of this enclos'd demesne,
Communicative of the good he owns.
Admits me to a share; the guiltless eye
Commits no wrong, nor wastes what it enjoys.
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Refreshing change! where now the blazing sun?
By short transition we have lost his glare,
And stepp'd at once into a cooler clime.
Ye lalleu avenues! once more I mourn
Your fate unmerited, once more rejoice,
That yet a remnant of your race survives.
How airy and how light the graceful arch,
Yet awful as the consecrated roof
Re-echoing pious anthems ! while beneath
The checker'd earth seems restless as a flood
Brush'd by the wind. So sportive is the light
Shot through the boughs, it dances as tiiey dance.
Shadow and sunshine intermingling quick.
And darkening and enlight'ning, as the leaves
Play wanton, ev'ry moment, ev'ry spot.
And now,with nerves new-brac'd and spirits chcer'd.
We tread the wilderness, whose well-roU'd walks,
With curvature of slow and easy sweep —
Deception innocent — give ample space
To narrow bounds. The grove receives us next;
Between the upright shafts of whose tail elms
We may discern the thresher at Jiis task. -^
Thump after thump resounds tlie constant flaif.
That seems to swing uncertain, and yet falls
Full on the destin'd ear. Wide flies tlic chaff.
The rustling straw sends up a frequent mist
Of atoms, sparkling in the noonday beam.
Come hither, ye that press your beds of down.
And sleep not ; see him sweating o'er his bread,
Before he eats it.— 'Tis the primal curse,
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But softeii'd into mercy ; made the pledge '^'-^
Of cheeirul days, and nights without a groan.
By ceaseless action all that is subsists.
Constant rotation of th' unwearied wheel,
That Nature rides upon, maintains her liealth,
Her beauty, her fertility. She dreads
Au instant's pause, and lives but while she moves.
Its own revolvency upholds the World.
Winds from all quarters agitate the air,
And fit the limpid element for use,
Else noxious : oceans, rivers, lakes, and streams.
All feel the fresh'ning impulse, and are cleans'd
By restless undulation: e'en the oak
Thrives by the rude concussion of the storm :
He seems indeed indignant, and to feel
Th' impression of the blast with proud disdaia,
Frowning, as if in his unconscious arm
He held the thunder: but the monarch owes
His firm stability to what he scorns,
I More fix'd below, the more disturb'd above.
-The law, by which all creatures else arc bound,
Binds man, the lord of all. Himself derives
\ No mean advantage from a kindred cause,
W.From strenuous toil his hours of sweetest ease.
The sedentary stretch their lazy length
When Custom bids, but no refreshment find.
Tor none they need: the languid eye, the cheek
Deserted of its bloom, the flaccid, shrunk,
And vvither'd muscle, and the vapid soul,
Reproach their owner with that love of rest.
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To whicli lie Ibrfcits e'en the rest he loves.
Not such the alert aud active. ...Measure, life
By its true^wprth, the comfortsil ^fiords.
And theirs alone seems worthy oF the name, i
:Good healfTi, and, its associate iii the most,
(xood temper ; spirits prompt to undertake,
And not soon spent, though in an arduous task ;
The pow'rs of fancy and strong thought are theirs;
Ev'n age itself seems privileg'd in them
With clear exemption from its own defects.
A sparkling eye beneath a wrinkled front
The vet'ran shows, and, gracing a grey beard
With youthful smiles, descends toward the grave
Sprightly, aud old almost without decay.
Like a coy maiden. Ease, when courted most,
Furthest retires— an idol, at whose shrine
Who oft'nest sacrifice are favour'd least.
The love of Nature, and the scenes she draws,
Is Nature's dictate. Strange ! there should be found,
Who, self-imprison'd in their proud saloons.
Renounce the odours of the open field
Tor the unscented fictions of the loom ;
Who, satisfied with only pencil'd scenes
Prefer to the performance of a God
Th' inferior wonders of an artist's handli.
^Lovely indeed the mimic works of Art;
■:But Nature's works far lovelier. I admire.
None more admires, the painter's magic skill, V.
Who shows me that, which I shall never see, [
Conveys a distant country into mine, \
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And throws Ituliaii light on English walls;
But imitative strokes can do no more
Thau please the eye — Sweet Nature's ev'ry sense.
-'The air salubrious of her lofty hiiis,
The cheering fragrance of her dewy vales,
And music of her woods — no works of man
May rival these; these all bespeak apow'r"**"
Peculiar, and exclusively her own.
Beneath the open sky she spreads the feast ;
^Tis free to all — 'tis ev'ry day renew'd ;
Who scorns it starves deservedly at home.
He does not scorn it, who, imprison'd long
In some unwholesome dungeon, and a prey
To sallow sickness, which the vapours, dank
And clammy, of his dark abode have bred,
Escapes at last to liberty and light;
His cheek recovers soon its healthful hue ;
His eye reluraines its extinguish'd fires;
He walks, he leaps, he runs — is wing'd with joy,
And riots in the sweets of ev'ry breeze.
He does not scorn it, who has long endur'd
A fever's agonies, and fed on drugs.
Nor yet the mariner, his blood inflam'd
With acrid salts ; his very heart athirst,
To gaze at Nature in her green array,
Upon the ship's tall side he stands, possess'd
With visions prompted by intense desire :
Fair fields appear below, such as he left
Far distant, such as he would die to find —
He seeks them headlong, and is seen no more.
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riic spleen is seldom felt where Flora reigns ;
The low'ring eye, the petulance, the frown,
And sullen sadness, that o'ershade, distort,
And mar the face of Beauty, when no cause
For such immeasurable woe appears.
These Flora banishes, and gives the fair
Sweet smiles, and bloom less transient than her own.
It is the constant revolution, stale
And tasteless, of the same repeated joys,
That palls, and satiates, and makes languid lite
A pedlar's pack, that bows the bearer down. ,
Health suffers, and the spiiits ebb ; the heart
I Recoils from its own choice — at the full feast
Is famish'd — finds no music in the song.
No smartness in the jest; and wonders wh}'.
Yet thousands still desire to journey on.
Though halt, and weary of the path they tread.
The paralytic, who can hold her cards,
But cannot play them, borrows a friend's hand.
To deal and shuffle, to divide and sort
Her mingled suits and sequences; and sits.
Spectatress both and spectacle, a sad
And silent cipher, while her proxy plays.
Others are dragg'd into the crowded room
Between supporters ; and, once seated, sit,
Through downright inability to rise.
Till the stout bearers lilt the corpse again.
These speak a loud memento. Yet e'en these
Themselves love life, and cling to it, as he,
That overhangs a torrent, to a twig.
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They love it, and yet loath it ; fear to die,
Yet scorn the purposes, for which they live.
Then wherefore not renounce them? No— the dread,
The slavish dread of solitude, that breeds
Reflection and remorse, the fear of shame,
And their invetVate habits, all forbid.
Whom call we gay ? That honour has been long
J'he boast of mere pretenders to the name.
The innocent are gay — the lark is gay,
That dries his feathers, saturate with dew,
Beneath the rosy cloud, while yet the beams
Of dayspring overshoot his humble nest.
The peasant too, a witness of his song,
Himself a songster, is as gay as he.
But save me from the gaiety of those.
Whose headaclis nail them to a noonday bed ;
And save me too from theirs, whose haggard eyes
Flash desperation, and betray their pangs
For property stripp'd off by cruel chance ;
From gaiety, that fills the bones with pain,
The mouth with blasphemy, the heart with Avoe.
-■ The Earth was made so variou?, that the mind
Of desultory man, studious of change,
And pleas'd with novelty, might be indulg'd.
Prospects, however lovely, may be seen
Till half their beauties fade ; the weary sight,
Too well acquainted with their smiles, slides off
Fastidious, seeking less familiar scenes.
Then snug enclosures in the shelter'd vale.
Where frequent hedges intercept the eye,
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Delight us; happy to renounce awhile,
Not senseless of its charms, what still we love,
That such short absence may endear it more.
Then forests, or the savage rock, may please,
That hides the seamew in his hollow clefts
Above the reach of man. His hoary head,
Conspicuous many a league, the mariner
Bound homeward, and in hope already there,
Greets with three cheers exulting. At his waist
A girdle of half-wither'd shruijs he shows,
And at his feet the baffled billows die.
The common, overgrown with fern, and rough
With prickly gorse, that, shapeless and deform'd,
And dang'rous to the touch, has yet its bloom,
And decks itself with ornaments of gold,
Yields no unpleasing ramble; there the turf
Smells fresh, and, rich in odoiifVous herbs
And fungous fruits of earth, regales the sense
With luxury of unexpected sweets.
There often wanders one, whom better days
Saw better clad, in cloak of satin trimm'd
With lace, and hat with splendid riband bound.
A serving-maid was she, and fell in love
With one who left her, went to sea, and died.
Her fancy follow'd him through foaming waves
To distant shores ; and she would sit and weep
At what a sailor suffers ; fancy too.
Delusive most where wannest wishes are,
Would oft anticipate his glad return,
Aud dream of transports she was not to know.
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She Iicaid the doleful tiding-s of his death —
And never sniil'd again! and now she roams
The dreary waste ; there spends the livelong day,
And there, unless when charity forbids,
The livelong night. A tatter'd apron hides,
Worn as a cloak, and hardly hides, a gown
More tatter'd still ; and both but ill conceal
A bosom heav'd with never-ceasing sighs.
She begs an idle pin of all she meets,
And hoards them in her sleeve ; but needful food,
Though press'd with hunger oft, or comelier clothes,
Though pinch'd with cold, asks never. — K^te^isjeraz'd.
^ I see a column of slow rising smoke
O'ertop the lofty wood, that skirts the wild.
A vagabond and useless tribe there eat
Their miserable meal. A kettle, slung
Between two poles upon a stick transverse,
Receives the morsel — flesh obscene of dog,
Or vermin, or at best of cock purloin'd
From his accustom'd perch. Hard faring race !
They pick their fuel out of ev'ry hedge,
Which, kindled v\ith dry leaves, just saves unquench'd
The spark of life. 'J'he sportive v^ind blows wide
Their flutt'ring rags, and shows a tawny skin,
The vellum of the pedigree they claim.
Great skill have they in palmistry, and more
To conjure clean away the gold they touch.
Conveying worthless dross into its place ;
Loud when they beg, dumb only when they steal.
Strange! that a creature rational, and cast
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Ill Iiiimaii mould, should brulalize by choice
His nature ; and, (hough capable of arts,
By which the world might profit, and himself,
Self-banish'd from society, prefer
Such squalid sloth to honourable toil!
Yet even these, though feigning sickiiess oft
They swathe the jorehead, drag tiie limping limb.
And vex their flesh with artificial sores,
Can change their whine into a mirthlul note,
V^ hen safe occasion olfers ; and w ith dance.
And music of the bladder and the bag,
Beguile their woes, and make the woods resound.
Such health and gaiety of heart enjoy
The houseless rovers of the sylvan w oild ;
And, breathing wholesome air, and wand'iing mucii,
Need otiier physic none to heal th' effects
Of loathsome diet, penury, and cold.
Blest he, though undistinguish'd from the crowd
By wealth or dignity, who dwells secure,
Where man, by nature fierce, has laid aside
His lierceness, having leanit, though slow to loarn,
;The manners and the arts of civil life.
l4His wants indeed are many ; but supply
Is obvious, plac'd within the easy reach
Of temp'rate wishes and industrious hands.
Here virtue thrives as in her proper soil ;
"Nbt rude and surly, and beset with thorns,
And terrible to sight, as when she springs
(If e'er she spring spontaneous) in remote
And barbVons climes, where violence prevails.
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And strength is lord of all ; but gentle, kind,
By culture tara'd, by liberty refresirS",'"' '
And all her fruits by radiant truth matur'd.
War and the chase engross the savage whole ;
War follow'd for revenge, or to supplant
The envied tenants of some hapjuer spot:
The chase for sustenance, precarious trust !
His hard condition with severe constraint
Binds all his faculties, forbids all growth
Of wisdom, proves a school, in which he learns
Sly circumvention, unrelenting hate.
Mean self-attachment, and scarce aught beside.
Thus fare the shiv'ring natives of the north.
And thus the rangers of the western world.
Where it advances far into the deep,
Tow'rds the antarctic. Ev'n the favour'd islefc
So lately found, although the constant sun
Cheer all their seasons with a grateful smile.
Can boast but little virtue ; and, inert
Through plenty, lose in morals what they gaiji
In manners— victims of luxurious ease.
These therefore I can pity, plac'd remote
From .all, that science traces, art invents,
Or inspiration teaches ; and enclos'd
In boundless oceans, never to be pass'd
By navigators uninform'd as they,
Or plough'd perhaps by British bark again.
But far beyond the rest, and with most cause,
Thee, gentle savage* ! whom no love of thee
Or thine, fcut curiosity perhaps,
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Or else vainglory, prompted us to draw
For<ii IVoni tiiy native bow'rs, to show thee here
With what superior skill we can abuse
The gifts of Providence, and squander life.
The dream is past; and thou hast found again
Thy cocoas and bananas, palms and yams, [found
And homestali thatch'd with leaves. But hast thou
Their former charms ? And, having seen our state,
Our palaces, our ladies, and our pomp " ";
Of equipage, our gardens, and our sports, /
And heard our music ; are thy simple friends, '^- -»
Thy simple fare, and all thy plain delights, /
As dear to thee as once? And have thy joys \
Lost nothing by comparison with ours?
Rude as thou art (for we return'd thee rude
And ignorant, except of outward show),
1 cannot think thee yet so dull of heart
And spiritless, as never to regret
Sweets tasted here, and left as soon as known.
Methinks I see thee straying on the beach,
And asking of the surge, that bathes thy foot,
If ever it has wash'd our distant shore.
I see thee weep, and thine are honest tears,
A patriot's for his country : thou art sad
At thought of her forlorn and abject state.
From which no pow'r of thine can raise her up.
Thus Fancy paints thee, and, though apt to err,
Perhaps errs little, when she paints thee thus.
She tells me too, that duly ev'ry morn
Thou climb'st the mountain top, with eager eye
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Exploring far and wide the wat'ry waste,
P^or sight of ship from England. Ev'ry speck
Seen in the dim horizon turns thee pale
With conflict of contending hopes and fears.
But comes at last the dull and dusky eve,
^Ah«1 sends thee to thy cahin, m ell-prepar'd,
•.^o dream all night of what the day denied.
Alas! expect it not. We found no bait
To tempt us in thy country. Doing good,
Disinterested good, is not our trade.
W^e travel far 'tis true, but not for nought;
And must be brib'd to compass Earth again
J3y other hopes and richer fruits tiian yours.
But though true worth and virtue in the mild
And genial soil of cultivated life
Thrive most, and may perhaps thrive only there,
Yet not in cities oft : in proud, and gay.
And gain-devoted cities. Thither flow,
As to a common and most noisome sewer,
The dregs and fi^culence of ev'ry land.
In cities foul example on most minds
»^ BegetsTtsiikeness. Rank abundaijce breeds,
/^ (^'In gross and pamper'd cities, sloth, and lust,
)("* ^) And wantonness, and gluttonous excess.
r^ }■ ^ In cities vice is hidden with most ease,
Or seen with least reproach ; and virtue, taught
By frequent lapse, can hope no triumph there
Beyond th' achievement of successful flight.
I do confess them nurs'ries of the arts.
In which they flourish most ; where, in the beams
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Of warm encouragement, and in the eye
Of public note, they reach their perfect size.
Such London is, by taste and wealth proclaim'd
The fairest capital of all the world, -— ^
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\ By riot and incontinence the worst, j-'^^
I I'here, touch'd by Reynolds, a dull blank becomes
A lucid mirror, in which Nature sees
All her reflected features. Bacon there
Gives more than female beauty to a stone,
And Chatham's eloquence to marble lips.
Nor does the chisel occupy alone
The pow'rs of Sculpture, but the style as much ;
Each province of her art her equal care.
With nice incision of her guided steel
She ploughs a brazen field, and clothes a soil
So steril with what charms soe'er she will,
The richest scen'ry and the loveliest forms.
Where finds Philosophy her eagle eye,
With which she gazes at yon burning disk
Undazzled, and detects and counts his spots ?
In London : where her implements exact,
With which she calculates, computes, and scans,
All distance, motion, magnitude, and now
Measures an atom, and now girds a world ?
In London. Where has commerce such a mart,
So rich, so throng'd, so drain'd, and so supplied,
As London — opulent, enlarg'd, and still
Increasing, London? Babylon of old
Not more the glory of the Earth than she,
A more accomplish'd world's chief glory now.
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She has her praise. Now mark a spot or two,
That so much beauty would do well to purge ;
jS^nd show this queen of cities, that so fair
/' May yet be foul ; so witty, yet not wise. |
^ It is not seemly, nor of good report, ^
That she is slack in discipline ; more prompt
T' avenge than to prevent the breach of law :
That she is rigid in denouncing death
On petty robbers, and indulges life,
And liberty, and ofttimes honour too,
To peculators of the public gold :
That thieves at home must hang; but he that puts
Into his overgorg'd and bloated purse
The wealtli of Indian provinces, escapes.
Nor is it well, nor can it come to good,
That, through profane and infidel contempt
Of holy writ, she has presum'd to annul
And abrogate, as roundly as she may.
The total ordinance and m ill of God ;
Advancing Fashion to the post of Truth,
And cent'ring all authority in modes
And customs of her own, till sabbath rites
Have dwindled into unrespected forms.
And knees and hassocks are well-nigh divorc'd.
God made the country, and man made the town. )
What wonder then that health and virtue, gifts,
That can alone make sweet the bitter draught.
That life holds out to all, should most abound
And least be threaten'd in the fields and groves?
Possess ye therefore, ye who, borne about
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In chariots and sedans, know no fatigue
But that of idleness, and taste no scenes
But such as art contrives, possess ye still
Your element; there only can ye shine;
There only minds like yours can do no harm. ,, ;
Our groves were planted to console at noon rJc^^ '''''*' 'sf^
The pensive wand'rer in their shades. At eve
The moon-beam, sliding softly in between
The sleeping leaves, is all the light they wish.
Birds warbling all the music. We can spare
The splendour of your lamps; they but eclipse
Oui- softer satellite. Your songs confound
Our more harmonious notes : the thrush departs
Scar'd, and th' offended nightingale is mute.
There is a public mischief in your mirth ;
It plagues your country. Folly such as yours,
Grac'd with a sword, and worthier of a fan,
Has made, what enemies could ne'er have done,
Our arch of empire, stedfast but for you,
A mutilated structure, soon to falL
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neflections suggested by the concldsiori of the former book. — Peace
among the nations recommended, on the ground of their common
fellowship ill sorrow. — Prodigies ennmerated. — Sicilian earthquakes.
— Man rendered obnoxious to these calamities by sin. — God the
agent in them. — The philosophy that stops at secondary causes re-
proved Our own late miscarriages accounted for. — Satirical notice
taken of our trips to Fontainblean. — But the pulpit, not satire, the
proper engine of reformation. — The Reverend Advertiser of engraved
.Sermons.— Petit-mailre parson. — The good preacher. — Pictures of a
theatrical clerical coxcomb. — Story-tellers and jesters in the pulpit
reproved— Apostrophe to popular applause.— Retailers of ancient
philosophy expostulated with. — Sum of the whole matter. — Effects
of sacerdotal mismanagement ou the laity.— Their folly and extra-
vagance.— The mischiefs of profusion. — Profusion itself, with all
its consequent evils, ascribed, as to its principal cause, to the want
of discipline in the universities.
O FOR a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression and deceit.
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
32 THE TASK.
BOOK IX.
Might never reach me more. My ear is paiii'd,
My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report
Of wrong aud outrage, with wliich Earth is fill'd.
' There is uo tiesh in man's obdurate heart.
It does not feel for man ; the nat'ral bond
1 Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax,
/ That falls asunder at the touch of fire.
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin
Not colour'd like his own; and having pow'r
T' enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause
Dooms and devotes him as a lawful prey.
Lands intersected by a narrow frith
Abhor each other. Mountains interpos'd
Make enemies of nations, who had else
Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys ;
And, worse than ail, and most to be deplor'd
As human nature's broadest, foulest blot.
Chains him, aud tasks him, and exacts his sweat
With stripes, that Mercy with a bleeding heart
Weeps, when she sees inflicted on a beast.
Then what is man? And what man, seeing this,
i And having human feelings, does not blush,
l^And hang his head, to think himself a man?
I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep.
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth.
That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
No : dear as freedom is, and in my heart's
Just estimation pri^'d above all price,
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I had much rather be myself the slave,
And wear tlie bonds, than fasten them on him.
We have no slaves at home— Then why abroad ?
And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave.
That parts us, are emancipate and loos'd.
Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free ;
They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud
And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then,
And let it circulate through ev'ry vein
Of all your empire ; that, where Britain's povv'r
Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Sure there is need of social intercourse.
Benevolence, and peace, and mutual aid,
Between the nations in a world, that seems
To toll the death-bell of its own decease,
And by the voice of all its elements
To preach the gen'ral doom *. When were tiie \\ inds
Let slip with such a warrant to destroy?
When did the waves so haughtily o'erleap
Their ancient barriers, deluging the dry?
Fires from beneath, and meteors f from above.
Portentous, unexampled, unexplain'd,
Have kindled beacons in the skies; and th' old
And crazy Earth has had her shaking fits
More frequent, and foregone her usual rest.
Is it a time to wrangle when the props
* Alluding to the calamities in Jamaica. t August 18, 1783.
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34 THE TASK. BOOK JI.
And pillars of our planet seem to fail.
And Nature with a dim and sickly eye *
To wait the close of all ? But grant her end
More distant, and that prophecy demands
A longer respite, unaccomplisli'd yet ;
Still they are frowning signals, and bespeak
Displeasure in His breast, who smites the Earth
Or heals it, makes it languish or rejoice.
And 'tis but seemly, that, where all deserve
And stand expos'd by common peccancy
To what no few have fell, there should be peace,
And brethren in calamity should love.
Alas for Sicily! rude fragments now
Lie scatter'd, where the shapely column stood.
Her palaces are dust. In all her streets
The voice of singing and the sprightly chord
Are silent. Revelry, and dance, and show
Suffer a syncope and solemn pause ;
While God performs upon the trembling stage
Of his own works his dreadful part alone.
How does the Earth receive him? — with what signs
Of gratulation and delight her king?
Pours she not all her choicest fruits abroad.
Her sweetest flow'rs, her aromatic gums.
Disclosing Paradise where'er he treads?
She quakes at his approach. Her hollow womb,
Conceiving thunders, through a thousand deeps
And fiery caverns, roars beneath his foot.
• AUiidiDg to the fog that covered both Europe and Asia diirin*
lilt; whole siiitinit-r of 178:;.
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The hills move lightly, arul the mountains smoke.
For he has touch'd them. From th" extremest point
Of elevation down into the abyss
His wratii is bnsy, and liis frown is felt.
The rocks fall headlong, and the valleys rise,
The rivers die into offensive pools,
And, charg'd with putrid verdure, breathe a gross
And mortal nuisance into all the air.
What solid was, by transformation strange,
Grows fluid; and the fix'd and rooted earth,
Tormented into billows, heaves and swells,
Or with vertiginous and hideous whirl
Sucks down its prey insatiable. Immense
The tumult and the overthrow, the pangs
And agonies of human and of brute
Multitudes, fugitive on ev'ry side.
And fugitive in vain. The sylvan scene
Migrates uplifted; and, with all its soil
Alighting in far distant fields, finds out
A new possessor, and survives the change.
Ocean has caught the frenzy, and upwrought
To an enormous and o'erbearing height.
Not by a mighty wind, but by that voice,
Which winds and waves obey, invades the i^hovv
Resistless. Never such a sudden flood,
Upridg'd so high, and sent on such a charge,
Possess'd an inland scene. Vv'iicre now the throrg,
That press'd the beach, and, hasty to dej)art,
Look'd to the sea for safety ? They arc gone.
Gone with the refluent wave into the deep —
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A prince with half his people! Aucieiit tow'rs.
And roofs embattled high, the gloomy scenes,
Where beauty oft and letter'd worth consume
Life in the unproductive shades of death,
Fall prone : the pale inhabitants come forth^
And, ha})py in their unforeseen release
From all the rigours of restraint, enjoy
The terrors of the day, that sets them free.
Who then, that has thee,, would not hold thee fast.
Freedom ! whom they that lose thee so regret,
That e'en a judgment, making way for thee.
Seems in their eyes a mercy for thy sake.
Such evil Sin hath wrought ; and such a flame
Kindled in Heav'n, that it burns down to Earth,
And in the furious inquest, that it makes
On God's behalf, lays waste his fairest works.
The very elements, though each be meant
The minister of man, to serve his wants,
Conspire against him. With his breath he draws
A plague into his blood; and cannot use
Life's necessary means, but he must die.
Storms rise t' o'erwhelm him ; or, if stormy winds
Rise not, the waters of the deep shall rise,
And, needing none assistance of the storm,
Shall roll themselves ashore, and reach him there.
The earth shall shake him out of all his holds,
Or make his house his grave : nor so content,
Shall counterfeit the motions of the flood,
And drown him in her dry and dusty gulfs.
W'hat tlien!— Were they tiie wicked above all.
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And we the righteous, whose fast anchor'd isle
Mov'd not, while theirs was roek.'d, like a light skiff^
The sport of ev'17 wave? No: none are clear,
And none than we more guilty. But, where all
Stand chargeable with guilt, and to the shafts
Of wrath obnoxious, God may choose his mark :
May punish, if he please, the less,, to warn
The more malignant. If he spar'd not them,
Tremble and be amaz'd at thine escape,
Far guiltier England, lest he spare not thee !
Happy the man, who sees a God craploy'd
In all the good and ill, that checker life!
Resolving all events, with their eflects
And manifold results, into the will
And arbitration wise of tlie Supreme.
Did not his eye rule all things, and intend
The least of our concerns (since from the least
The greatest oft originate) ; could chance
Find place in his dominion, or dispose
One lawless particle to thwart his plan ;
Then God might be surpris'd, and unforeseen
Contingence might alarm him, and disturb
The smooth and equal course of his affairs.
This truth Philosophy, though eagle-ey'd
In nature's tendencies, oft overlooks ;
And, having found his instrument, forgets.
Or disregards, or, more presumptuous still.
Denies the pow'r that wields it. God proclaims
His hot displeasure against foolish men,
That live an atheist litie : involves the Heav'ns
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Ill tempests ; quits his grasp upon tlic winds,
And gives them all their fury: bids a plague
Kindle a fiery boil upon the skin,
And putrify the breath of blooming Health.
He calls for famine, and the meagre fiend
Blows mildew from between his shrivell'd lips,
And taints the golden ear. He springs his mines
And desolates a nation at a blast.
Forth steps the spruce philosopher, and tells
Of homogeneal and discordant springs
And principles ; of causes how they work
By necessary laws their sure effects ;
Of action and re-action: he has found
The source of the disease, that nature feels,
And bids the world take heart and banish fear.
Thou fool I will thy discov'ry of the cause
Suspend th' effect, or heal it? Has not God
Still wrought by means since first lie made the world ?
And did he not of old employ his means
To drown it? What is his creation less
Than a capacious reservoir of means
Form'd for his use, and ready at his will?_
Go, dress thine eyes with eye-salve; ask of liim,
Or ask of whomsoever he has taught ;
And learn, though late, the genuine cause of all.
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still —
My country ! and, while yet a nook is left,
Wliere English minds and manners may be found.
Shall be coustrain'd to love thee. Though thy clime
Be fickle, and thy year most part deform'd
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With dripping rains, or wither'd by a frost,
I would not J et exchange thy sullen skies,
And fields without a tlow'r, for warmer France
AVifh all her vines; nor for Ausonia's groves
Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bow Vs.
To shake thy senate, and from heights sublime
Of patriot eloquence to flash down fire
Upon thy foes, was never meant mj'^ask ;>
But I can feel thy fortunes, and partake
Thy joys and sorrows, with as true a heart
As any thund'rer there. And I can feel
Thy follies too ; and with a just disdain
Frown at effeminates, whose very looks
Reflect dishonour on the land I love.
How, in tJie name of soldiership and sense,
Should England prosper, when such things, as smooth
And tender as a girl, all essenc'd o'er
With odours, and as profligate as sweet ;
Who sell their laurel for a myrtle wreath,
And love when they should fight; when such as these
Presume to lay their hand upon the ark
Of her magnificent and awful cause?
Time was when it was praise and boast enough
In ev'ry clime, and travel where we might.
That we were born her children. Praise enough
To fill th' ambition of a private man.
That Chatham's language was his mother tongue,
And Wolfe's great name compatriot with his own.
Farewell those honours, and farewell with them
Tiie hope of such hereafter ! They have fall'n
40 THE TASK. BOOK II.
Each in his field of glory ; one in arms,
And one in council. — Wolfe upon the lap
Of smiling A^ictory that moment won.
And Chatham heart-sick of his country's shame !
They made us many soldiers. Chatham, still
Consulting England's happiness at home,
Secur'd it by an unforgiving frown,
If any wrong'd her. \\ olfe, where'er he fought,
Put so much of his heart into his act.
That his example had a magnet's force,
And all were swift to folloM' whom all lov'd.
Those suns are set. O rise some other such \-
Or all that we have left is empty talk
Of old achievements, and despair of new.
Now hoist the sail, and let the streamers float
Upon the wanton breezes. Strew the deck
With lavender, and sprinkle liquid sweets,
That no rude savour maritime invade
The nose of nice nobility ! Breathe soft
Ye clarionets; and softer still ye flutes;
That winds and waters, lull'd by magic sounds.
May bear us smoothly to the Gallic shore!
True, we have lost aji empire — let it pass.
True ; we may thank the perfidy of France,
That pick'd the jewel out of England's crown,.
With all the cunning of an envious shrew.
And let that pass— 'twas but a trick of state —
/~A brave man knows no malice, but at ouce
/ Forgets in peace the injuries of war,
( And gives his direst foe a friend's embrace.
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And, sham'd as we have been, to the very beard
Brav'd and defied, and in our own sea prov'd
Too weak for those decisive blows, that once
Ensur'd us mast'i-y there, we yet retain
Some small pre-eminence; we justly boast
At least superior jockeyship, and claim
The honours of the turf as all our own I
Go then, well worthy of the praise ye seek,
And show the shame, ye might conceal at home^
In foreign eyes ! be grooms and win the plate,
Where once your nobler fathers won a crown !^
'Tis geu'rous to communicate your skill
To those that need it. Folly is soon learn'd :
And under such preceptors who can fail !
There is a pleasure in poetic pains,
Which only poets know. The shifts and turns,
Th' expedients and inventions multiform.
To which the mind resorts, iu chase of terms
Though apt, yet coy, and difficult to win-
To arrest tlie fleeting images, that fill
The mirror of the mind, and hold them fast.
And force them sit, till he has pencil'd ofi"
A faithful likeness of the forms he views;
Then to dispose his copies with such art.
That each may find its most propitious light,
And shine by situation, hardly less
Than by the labour and the skill it cost ;
Are occupations of the poet's mind
So pleasing, and that steal away the thought
With such address from themes of sad import^
■^r-^-A^'V^.
I
42 THE TASK. BOOK II.
That, lost in liis own nnisiiigs, liappy uiaii !
He feels th' anxieties of life, denied
Their wonted entertainment, all retire.
Such joys has he that sings. But ah ! not such,
Or seldom such, the hearers of his song.
Fastidious, or else listless, or perhaps
Aware of nothing arduous in a task
They never undertook, they liltle note
His dangers or escapes, and haply find
Their least amusement where he found the most.
But is amusement all? studious of song.
And yet ambitious not to sing in vain,
I would not trifle merely, though the world
Be loudest in their^raise, who do no more.
Yet what can^^atire, v^vhether grave or gay?
It may correct a foiWe, may chastise
The freaks of fashion, regulate the dress,
Retrench a swordbiade, or displace a patch ;
But where are its sublimer trophies found?
What vice has it subdu'd ? whose heart reclaim'd
; By rigour, or whom laugh 'd into reform?
/ Alas ! Leviathan is not so tam'd :
Laugh'd at, he laughs again; and, stricken hard.
Turns to the stroke his adamantine scales,
That fear no discipline of human hands.
The pulpit, therefore (and I name it fill'd
With solemn awe, that bids me well beware
With what intent I touch that holy thing)—
The pulpit (when the sat'rist has at last,
Strutting and vap'xing in an empty school,
^ / /; I f- fr-igr^ ^4^ / ri^r^ ^ ^^JS^r
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Spent all his force, and made no proselyte) —
I say the pulpit (iti the sober use
Of its lea;ifiinate, peculiar pow'rs)
Must stand acknowledg'd, while the world shall stand,
The most important and effectual guard.
Support, and ornament of Virtue's cause.
There stands the messenger of truth: there stands
The legate of the skies !— His theme divine,
His office sacred, his credentials clear.
By him the violated law speaks out
Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet
As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.
He stablislies the strong, restores the weak,
Reclaims the waud'rcr, binds the broken heart,
And, arm'd himself in panoply complete
Of heav'nly temper, furnishes with arms
Bright as his own, and trains, by ev'ry rule
Of holy discipline, to glorious war
The sacramental host of God's elect !
Are all such teachers? — would to Heav'u all were!
But hark — the doctor's voice !— fast wedg'd between
Two empirics he stands, and with swoln cheeks
Inspires the news, his trumpet. Keener far
Than all invective is his bold harangue,
While through that public organ of report
I He hails the clergy ; and, defying shame,
Announces to the world his own and theirs !
He teaches those to read, whom schools dismissVl,
And colleges, untaught; sells accent, tone,
And emphasis in score, and gives to prav'r
44 THE TASK. BOOK II.
Th' adagio and andante it demands.
He grinds divinitj of other days
Down into modern nse ; transforms old print j
To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes
Of gall'ry critics by a tliousand arts.
Are there who purcliase of the doctor's w are ?
O, name it not in Gath ! — it cannot be,
That grave and learned clerks should need such aid.
He doubtless is in sport, and does but droll,
Assuming thus a rank unknown before —
Grand caterer and dry-nurse of the church !
I venerate the man, whose heart is warm,
Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life.
Coincident, exhibit lucid proof.
That he is honest in the sacred cause.
To such I render more than mere respect.
Whose actions say, that tlioy respect themselves.
But loose in morals, and in manners vain,
In conversation frivolous, in dress
Extreme, at once rapacious and profuse ;
Frequent in park with lady at his side.
Ambling and prattling scandal as he goes;
But rare at home, and never at his books.
Or with his pen, save wi)eu he scrawls a card ;
Constant at routs, familiar with a round
Of ladyships, a stranger to the poor;
Ambitious of preferment for its gold.
And well prepar'd, by ignorance and sloth,
By infidelity and love of world.
To make God's work a sinecure ; a slave
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To his own pleasures and his patron's pride :
From such apostles, O je mitred lieads,
Preserve the church ! and lay not careless liands
On sculls, that cannot teach, and will not learn.
Would I descrihe a preacher such as Paul,
Were he on Earth, would hear, approve, and own,
Paul should himself direct me. I would trace
His master-strokes, and draw from his design.
I would express him simple, grave, sincere ;
In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain.
And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste,
And natural in gesture; much impress'd
Himself, as conscious of his awful charge,
And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds
May feel it too ; aflectionate in look,
And tender in address, as well becomes
A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Behold the picture ! — Is it like ? — Like whom ?
The things that mount the rostrum with a skip.
And then skip down again ; pronounce a text ;
Cry— hem; and reading what they never wrote,
i Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work,
1 And with a well-bred whisper close the scene !
In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man, that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loath
All affectation, 'Tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.
What! — will a man play tricks, will he indulge
A silly fond conceit of his fair form,
4G THE TASK. BOOK 11
And just proportion, fashionable mien,
And pretty face, in presence of his God?
Or will he seek to daszle me with tropes,
As with the diamond on his lily band,
And play his brilliant parts before my eyes,
When I am hungry for the bread of life ?
He mocks his Maker, prostitutes and shames
His noble office, and instead of truth,
Displaying his own beauty, starves his flock !
Therefore avaunt all attitude, and stare,
And start theatric, practis'd at the glass !
I seek divine simplicity in him,
Who handles things divine ; and all besides.
Though learn'd with labour, and though mucli aduiir'
By curious eyes and judgments ill-inform'd,
To me is odious as the nasal twang-
Heard at conventicle, where worthy men.
Misled by custom, strain celestial themes
Through the press'd nostril, spectacle-bestrid.
Some decent in demeanour while they preach,
That task perform 'd, relapse into tliemselves;
And, having spoken wisely, at the close
Grow wanton, and give proof to ev'ry eye,
Whoe'er was edified, themselves were not !
\^ /'^Torth comes the pocket mirror. — First we stroke
j^S-v An eyebrow ; next compose a straggling lock ;
^ J Then with an air most gracefully perform 'd
.f
Fall back into our seat, extend an arm
And lay it at its ease with gentle care,
-With handkerchief in hand depending low ;
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The better hand more busy gives the nose
Its bergamot, or aids th' indebted eye
With opera-glass, to watch tl)e moving scene,
And recognize the slow-retiring fair. —
Now this is fulsome ; and oflends me more
Than in a churchman slovenly neglect
And rustic coarseness would. A heavenly mind
May be indift 'rent to her house of clay.
And slight the hovel as beneath her care;
But how a body so fentastic, trim,
And quaint in its deportment and attire,
Can lodge a heav'niy mind— demands a doubt.
He, that negociates between God and man
As God's ambassador, the grand concerns
Of judgment and of mercy, should beware
Of lightness in his speech. 'Tis pitiiul
To court a grin, when you should woo a soul ;
To break a jest, when pity would inspire
Pathetic exhortation ; and t' address
The skittish fancy with facetious tales,
When sent with God's commission to the heart !
So did not^ Paul. Direct me to a quip
^r merry turn iu all hfijever wrote,
And I consent you take it for your text,
YoiuL_only one, till sides and benches fail.
N^: he w as serious in a serious cause,
And understood too well the weigiity terms
That he had tak'n iu charge. He would not stoop
Fo conquer those by jocular exploits,
Whom truth and soberness assail'd in vain.
48 THE TASK. BOOK 11.
O Popular Applause ! what heart of man
Is proof against thy sweet seducing charms?
Tlie w isest and the best feel urgent need
Of all their caution in Iliy gentlest gales;
But sweil'd into a gust — who then alas !
With all his canvass set, and inexpert,
And therefore heedless, can withstand thy pow'r?
Praise from the rivell'd lips of tootiiless bald
Decrepitude, and in the looks of lean
And craving Poverty, and in the bow
Respectful of the smutch 'd artificer.
Is oft too welcome, and may much disturb
The bias of the purpose. How much more,
Pour'd forth by beauty splendid and polite,
In language soft as adoration breathes !
Ah spare your idol ! think iiim human still.
Charms he may have, but he has frailties too !
Dote not too much, nor spoil wiiat ye admire.
All truth is from the sempiternal source
Of light divine. But Egypt, Greece, and Rome,
Drew from the stream below. More favour'd we
Drink, when we choose it, at the fountain head.
To them it flow'd much mingled and defil'd
With hurtful error, prejudice, and dreams
Illusive of philosophy, so call'd,
But falsely. Sages after sages strove
In vain to filter off a crystal draught
Pure from the lees, which often more enhanc'd
The thirst tliat slak'd it, and not seldom bred
Intoxication and delirium wild.
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In vain tliey piishM inquiry to the biitli
And spiinjijtime of tlie world ! ask'd, Whence is man ?
Why tbrra'd at all ? and wherefore as lie is ?
! Where must he find his Maker? with what rites ^-
Adore him ? \^ ill he hear, accept, and ble^sl^y 'ijr
Or does he sit regardless of his works? / iA"^
Has man within him an immortal seed ? ^7^'
Or does the tomb take all? If he survive \
His ashes, where ? and in w hat weal or woe ? )
Knots worthy of solution, which alone
A Deity could solve. Their answers, va^ue
And all at random, fabulous and dark,
Left them as dark themselves. Their rules of lift-
Defective and unsanction'd, prov'd too weak
To bind the roving appetite, and lead
Blind nature to a God not yet reveal'd,
'Tis Revelation satisfies all doubts,
Explains all mysteries, except her own,
And so illuminates the path of life.
That fools discover it, and stray no more.
[Now tell me, dignified and sapient sir,
ilVIy man of morals, nurtur'd in the shades
[Of Acadcmus — is this false or true? —
Is Christ the abler teacher, or the schools^?
If Clirist, then why resort at. ev'ry tura
To Athens or to Koine, for wisdom short
gf man's occasrons, when in him reside
jJiace, knowledge, comfort-^ an unfathom'd store?
tlow oft, when Paul has serv'd us with a text,
tias Epictetus, Plato, TuUy, preach'd !
oO THE TASK. BOOK II.
Men that, if now alive, would sit content
And humble learners of a Saviour's worth,
Preach it who might. Such was their love of trutJi,
Their thirst of knowledge, and their candour too!
And thus it is. — The pastor, either vain
By nature, or by flatt'ry made so, taught
To gaze at his own splendour, and t' exalt
Absurdly, not his office, but himself;
Or unenlighten'd, and too proud to learn ;
Or vicious, and not therefore apt to teach ;
Perverting often, by the stress of lewd
And loose example, wiiom he should instruct ;
Exposes, and holds up to broad disgrace,
The noblest function, and discredits much
The brightest truths, that man has ever seen.
For ghostly counsel ; if it either fall
Below the exigence, or be not back'd
With show of love, at least with hopeful proof
Of some sincerity on the giver's part ;
Or be dishonour'd in th' exterior form
And mode of its conveyance by such tricks,
As move derision, or by foppish airs
And histrionic mumm'ry, that let down
The pulpit to the level of the stage ;
Drops from the lips a disregarded thing.
The weak perhaps are mov'd, but are not taught,
While prejudice in men of stronger minds
Takes deeper root, confirm'd by what they see.
A relaxation of religion's hold
Upon the roving and untutor'd heart
i&-\^^ rk<.n oj
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Soon follows, and, the curb of conscience snapp'd,
The laifj^run wild. — But do they now ?
Note their extravagance, and be convinc'd.
As nations, ignorant of God, contrive
A wooden one ; so we, no longer taught
By monitors, that mother church supplies,
Now make our own. Posterity will ask
(If e'er posterity see verse of mine)
Some fifty or a hundred lustrums hence,
What was a monitor in George's days ?
My very gentle reader, yet unborn,
Of whom I needs must augur better things, ^
Since Heav'n would sure grow weary of a world- r-")
Productive only of a race like ours, . •^w^'*'^
A monitor is wood — plank shaven thin. ^~
We wear it at our backs. There, closely brac'd
And neatly fitted, it compresses hard
The prominent and most unsightly bones.
And binds the shoulder flat. We prove its use
Sov'reign and most effectual to secure
A form, not now gymnastic as of yore.
From rickets and distortion, else our lot.
But, thus admonish'd, we can walk erect —
One proof at least of manhood ! while the friend
Sticks close, a Mentor worthy of his charge.
Our habits, costlier than Liicullus wore,
And by caprice as multiplied as his.
Just please us while the fashion is at full.
But change with ev'ry moon. The sycophant,
Who waits to dress us, arbitrates their date;
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52 THE TASK. BOOK 11.
Surveys his fair reversion with keen eye ;
Finds one ill made, another obsolete,
This fits not nicely, that is ill conceived ;
And, making prize of all that he condemns,
With our expenditure defrays his own.
Variety's the very spice of life,
That gives it all its flavour. We have run
Through ev'ry change, that Fancy, at the loom
Exhausted, has had genius to supply ;
And, studious of mutation still, discard
A real elegance, a little us'd.
For monstrous novelty and strange disguise.
We sacrifice to dress, till liousehold joys
And comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dr}',
And keeps our larder lean ; pnls out our fires ;
And introduces hunger, frost, and w oe,
Where peace and hospitahty might reign.
What man that lives, and that knows how to live
Would fail t' exhibit at the public shows
A form as splendid as the proudest there,
Though appetite raise outcries at the cost?
A man o'th' town dines late, but soon enough.
With reasonable forecast and dispatch,
T' ensure a sidebox station at half price.
You think perhaps, so dehcate his dress,
His daily fare as delicate. Alas!
He picks clean teeth, and, busy as he seems
With an old tavern quill, is hungry yet! T
'J'he rout is Folly's circle, w hich she draws 0
With magic wand. So potent is the spell.
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That none, deroy'd into that fatal rin^,
I nless by Ilcav'n's peculiar grace, escape.
There we grow early grey, but never wise ;
There form connexions, but acquire no friend ;
Solicit pleasure hopeless of success ;
Waste youth in occupations only fit
For second childhood, and devote old age
To sports, which only childhood could excuse.
There they are happiest, who dissemble best
Their weariness ; and they the most polite,
\^ iio squander time and treasure with a smile.
Though at their own destruction. She, that asks
Her dear five hundred friends, contemns them all,
And hates their coming. They (what can they less?)
Make just reprisals; and with cringe, and siirug,
And bow obsequious, hide their hate of her.
All catch the frenzy, downward from her grace,
Whose flambeaux flash against the morning skies.
And gild our chamber ceilings as they pass,
To her, who, frugal only that her thrift
May feed excesses she can ill aflbrd,
Is hackney'd home unlackey'd ; who, in haste
Alighting, turns the key in her own door.
And, at the watchman's lantern borr'wing light,
Finds a cold bed her only comfort left.
Wives beggar husbands, husbands starve their wives,
On Fortune's velvet altar off'ring up
Their last poor pittance — Fortune, most severe
Of goddesses, yet known, and costlier far
Than all, that held their routs in Juno's Heav'n.—
u4 THE TASK. HOOK J I.
So fare we in this prison-hQuse_tlte Worldj,—
And 'tis a fearful spectacle to see -^
So many maniacs dancing in their chains.-^
They gaze upon tlie links, that hold them fast,
With eyes of anguish, execrate their lot,
Lliien shake them in despair, and dance again !
Now basket up the family of plagues.
That waste our vitals ; peculation, sale
Of honour, perjury, corruption, frauds
By forgery, by subterfuge of law,
Ry tricks and lies as nura'rous and as keen
As the necessities their authors feel;
Then cast them, closely bundled, ev'ry brat
hi. the right door. Profusion is the sire.
^Profusion unrestrain'd witii all that's base
in character has litter'd all the land,
And bred, within the mem'ry of no few,
A priesthood, such as Baal's was of old,
A people, such as never was till now.
It is a hungry vice: — it eats up all,
That gives society its beauty, strength.
Convenience, and security, and use:
Makes men mere vermin, worthy to be trapp'd
And gibbeted, as fast as catchpole claws
Can seize the slipp'ry prey : unties the knot
eOf union, and converts the sacred band, ~>
That holds mankind together, to a seourge.
Profusion deluging a state witli lusts
Of grossest nature and of worst effects.
Prepares it for its ruin: hardens, blinds.
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And warps, the conscieiices of public men,
Till tliey can laugh at virtue; mock the fools
That trust them ; and in th' end disclose a fixce,
'J'hat would have shock'd Credulity herself,
Unraask'd, vouchsafing this their sole excuse —
Since all alike are seltish, why not they?
This does Profusion, and tli' accursed cause
Of such deep mischief has itself a cause.
,' In colleges and halls in ancient days,
AVhen learning, virtue, piety, and truth.
Were precious, and inculcated with care,
There dwelt a sage call'd Discipline. His liead,
Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er,
Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth.
But strong for service still, and unimpair'd.
His eye was meek and gentle, and a smile
Play'd on his lips ; and in his speech was heard
Paternal sweetness, dignity, and love.
The occupation dcarest_tq his heart
Was toj eiicQuxage-gpodness. He would stroke
The hefrt of modest and ingenuous worth,
That blush'd at its own praise; and press the youlli
Close to his side, that pleas'd him. Learning grew
Beneath his care a thriving vig'rous j)lant ;
The mind was well inform'd, the passions held t ^
Subordinate, and diligence was choice. { 1^
If e'^cr it chanc'd, as sometimes chance it must, "^ .
That one among so many overleap'd , is ''■ ' i4^
The limits of control, his gentle eye , fi^
Grevv~SterS,~aiid darted a severe rebuke : J-
•J^ THE TASK, BOOK li.
His frown was full of terror, and his voice
Shook the dchnquent with such fits of awe,
As left him not, till penitence had won
Lost favom back again, and clos'd the breach.
But Discipline, a faithful servant long,
Declin'd at length into the \ale of years :
A palsj struck his arm ; his sparkling eye
Was qucnch'd in rheums of age: his voice, nnstmn
Grew trcmnious, and mov'd derision more
Than rev'rence in perverse rebclhous youth.
So colleges and halls neglected much
Their good old friend ; and Discipline at length,
O'crlook'd and unemploy'd, fell sick and died.
Tiien Study languish'd, Enujlation slept,
„And \ irtue fled. The schools became a scene
Of solemn farce, where Ignorance in stilts,
His cap well lined with logic not his own,
With parrot tongue perlorm'd the scholar's part,
Proceeding soon a graduated dunce.
Then compromise had place, and scrutiny
Became stone blind; precedence went in truck.
And he was competent whose purse was so.
A dissolution of all bonds ensned ;
The curbs invented for the mulish moutli
Of headstrong youth were broken ; bars and bolfs
Grew rusty by disuse ; and massy gates
Forgot their office, op'ning with a touch;
Till gowns at length are found mere masquerade,
The tassell'd cap and the spruce baud a jesr,~~
A mock'ry of the world! What need of these
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For j!^araesters, jockeys, biotliellers impure,
Spendthrifts, and booted sportsmen, oft'ner seen
With belted waist and pointers at tlieir heels,
Than in the bounds of duty? What vas leamld,
If^ught vva§,,learji!Ui,n cJuJdlioqd, is.ibr^ot :
And such expense, as piuciies parents bhie,
And mortifies the lib'ral hand of love,
Is squander'd in pursuit of idle sports
And vicious pleasures : buys the boy a name
That sits a sti?ma on his father's house,
And cleaves through life inseparably close
To him, that wears it. What can aftergames
Of riper joys, and commerce with the world,
The lewd vain world, that must receive liim soon,
Add to such erudition, thus acquir'd,
Where science and where virtue are profess'd?
They may confirm his habits, rivet fast
His folly, but to spoil him is a taskj^^
That bids defiance to th' unitecTpow'rs
Of fashion, dissipation, taverns, stews.
Now blame we most the nurselings or the nurse ?
The children crook'd, and twisted, and deform'd,
Througli want of care ; or her, whose winking eye
And slumb'riiig oscitancy mars the brood?
The nurse no doubt. Regardless of her charge.
She needs herself correction; needs to learn.
That it is dang'rous sporting with the world.
With things so sacred as a nation's tnist.
The nurture of her youtli, her dearest pledge.
AH are not such, I had a brother once —
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.5R THE TASK. BOOK II.
Peace to the mem'ry of a man of worth,
A man of letters, and of manners too!
Of manners sweet as Virtue always wears,
When gay Good-nature dresses her in smiles.
He grae'd a college, in which order yet
Was sacred ; and was honour'd, lov'd, and wept,
By more than one, themselves conspicuous there.
Some minds are temper'd happily, and mix'd
With such ingredients of good sense, and taste
Of what is excellent in man, they thirst
With such a zeal to be what they approve,
That no restraints can circumscribe them more
Than they themselves by choice, for wisdom's sake.
Nor can example hurt them: what they see
Of vice in others but enhancing more
The charms of virtue in their just esteem.
If such escape contagion, and emerge
Pure from so foul a pool to shine abroad.
And give the world their talents and themselves.
Small thanks to those, whose negligence or sloth
Expos'd their inexperience to the snare,
And left them to an undirected choice.
See then the quiver broken and decay'd.
In which are kept our arrows ! Rusting there
In wild disorder, and unfit for use.
What wonder, if, discharg'd into the world,
They shame their shooters with a random flight,
Their points obtuse, and feathers drunk w ith wine !
Well may the church wage unsuccessful war
With such artillery arm'd. Vice panics wide
^>rV5 ^^^>n^ V^^ /h'^i'>^*'^
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Til' undreaded volley with a sword of straw,
And stands an impudent and fearless mark.
Have we not track'd the felon home, and fonnd
JHis birthplace and his dam? TJie country mourns,
Mourns because ev'ry plague, that can infest
. Society, and that saps and worms the base
. Of th' edifice, that policy has rais'd,
i Swarms in all quarters : meets the eye, the ear,
; And suffocates the breath at ev'ry turn,
^^rofusiou breeds them; and the cause itself
"Of that calamitous mischief has been found:
Found too where most offensive, in the skirts
Of the rob'd pedagogue ! Else let th' arraign'd
Stand up unconscious, and refute the charge.
So, when the Jewish leader stretch'd his arm,
And wav'd his rod divine, a race obscene,
Spawn'd in the muddy beds of Nile, came forth,
Polluting Egypt : gardens, fields, and plains,
Were cover'd with the pest; the streets were fill'd ;
The croaking nuisance lurk'd in ev'ry nook ;
Nor palaces, nor even chambers, 'scap'd :
And the land stank— so num'rous was the fry,
^tflirt <,€'■ f . *^ ^ ''A ^ ^ 'f^ri t ■ c' ^ ,<7 (^ ^ )
THM TASK,
J , _ anti neatly tied.
Are "wedded thus like Ideality to old age.
For int'rest sake, the living* to the dead.
DRAIVK BV RICHARD WT-STAT.T.RA. ZTNGRAVKD BY J. H. ROBINS OK:
pubjj:shed BYJOHN SHARPE.PICCADJUL.V.
OCT. 1.1817.
THE TASK
BOOK III.
THE GARDEN.
Self-recollection, and reproof. — Address to domestic happiness
Some account of niyiclf. — T;;e vanity of many of their pursuits,
who are reimted wise. — Justification of my censures. — Divine illu-
miuation necessary to the most expert philosopher. — The (juestion.
What is truth ? answered by other questious.— Domestic happiness
addressed again. — Few lovers of the country — My tame hare. —
Occupations of a retired gentleman in his aarden. — Pruning. —
Framing. — Greenhouse. — Sowing of flower seeds. — The country pre-
ferable to the town even in the winter. — Reasons why it is deserted
at that season Ruinous effects of aatning and of expensive improve-
ment.— Book concludes with an apostrophe to the metropolis.
As one, who long in thickets and in brakes
Entangled winds now this way and now that
His devious course uncertain, seeking home;
Or, having long in iniry ways been ibii'd
And sore discomfited, Ironi slough to slough
Plunging and half-despairing of escape;
If chance at length he find a greensward smooth
And faithful to the foot, his spirits rise,
02 THE TASK. BOOK III,
He cherups brisk his ear-erecting steed,
And winds iiis way with pleasure and with ease;
So I, designing other themes, and call'd
T' adorn tlie Sofa with eulogiuni due,
To tell its slumbers, and to paint its dreams,
Have rambled wide. In country, city, seat
Of academic fame (howe'er deserv'd),
Long held, and scarcely disengag'd at last.
But now with pleasant pace a cleanlier road
I mean to tread. I feel myself at large.
Courageous and refresh'd for future toil.
If toil await rac, or if dangers new.
Since pulpits fail, and sounding boards reflect
Most part an empty ineffectual sound,
Wliat chance that I, to fame so little known,
Nor conversant with men or manners much.
Should speak to purpose, or with better hope
Crack the satiric thong? 'Twere wiser far
For me, enamour'd of scquester'd scenes.
And charm'd with rural beauty, to repose.
Where chance may throw me beneath elm.oj vine,
INIy languid limbs, when summer sears the plains;
Or, when rough winter rages, on tlie soft
And shelter'd Sofa, while the nitrous air
Feeds a blue flame, and makes a cheerful hearth;
There, undisturb'd by Folly, and appris'd
How great the danger of disturbing her,
To muse in silence, or at least confine
Remarks, that gall so many, to the few.
My partners in retreat. Disgust conceal'd
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Is ofttimes proof of wisdom, when the fault
Is obstinate, and cure bejond our reach.
Domestic happiness, thou only blissi
Of Paradise, that has surviv'd the fall!
Though few now taste thee unimpair'd and pure,
Or tasting long enjoy thee! too infirm,
Or too incautious, to preserve thy sweets
Unraix'd witli drops of bitter, which neglect
Or temper sheds into thy crystal cup ;
Thou art the nurse of Virtue, in thine arras
She smiles, appearing, as in truth she is,
Heav'n-born, and destiu'd to the skies again.
Thou art not known where Pleasure is ador'd.
That reehng goddess with the zoneless waist
And wand'ring eyes, still leaning on the arm
Of Novelty, her fickle, frail support ;
For thou art meek and constant, hating change,
And finding in the calm of truth-tried love
Joys, that her stormy raptures never yield.
Forsaking thee what shipwreck have we made
Of honour, dignity, and fair renown !
Till prostitution elbows us aside
In all our crowded streets ; and senates seem
Conven'd for purposes of empire less.
Than to release tli' adultress from her bond.
Th' adultress ! what a theme for angry verse !
What provocation to th' indignant heart,
That feels for injur'd love ! but I disdain
The nauseous task, to paint her as she is,
Cruel, abandon'd, glorying in her shame!
G4 THE TASK. BOOK III.
No: — let her pass, and chariotfcd aloug:
In guilty splendour sliake the public ways ;
The frequency of crimes lias wash'd them whiie,
And verse of mine shall never brand the wretcii,
Whom matrons now of character nnsmirch'd,
And chaste themselves, are not asliam'd to own.
Virtue and vice had bound'ries in old time
Not to be pass'd : and she, that had renounc'd
Her sex's honour, was renounc'd herself
By all that priz'd it ; not for prud'ry's sake,
But dignity's, resentful of the wrong.
'Twas hard perhaps on here and there a waif,
Desirous to return, and not rcceiv'd :
But was a wholesome rigour in the main,
, And taught th' unblemish'd to preserve witli care
V-That purity, whose loss was loss of all. ■J\'t^^ *^^^ '
Men too were nice in honour in those days,
And judg'd offenders well. Then he that shar])'d,
And pocketfed a prize by fraud obtaiu'd.
Was mark'd and shnnn'd as odious. He that sold
His country, or was slack when she requir'd
His ev'ry nerve in action and at stretch,
Paid with the blood, that he had basely spar'd,
The price of his default. But now— yes, now.
We are become so candid and so fair,
So lib'ral in construction, and so rich
In christian charity, (good-natur'd age !)
That they are safe, sinners of cither sex,
Transgress what laws they may. Well drcss'd, well
Well equipag'd, is ticket good enough, [bred»
THE GARDET^. 05
To pass us readily through ev'ry door.
iJ\'pocrisy, detest her as we may
(And no man's hatred ever wrong'd her yet),
May chiim this merit still — that she admits
The worth of what she mimics with such care,
And thus gives virtue indirect applause ;
But she has burnt her mask, not needed here,
Where vice has such allowance, that her sliifts
And specious semblances have lost their use. ^^.
I was a stricken deer, that left the herd*"^ O'h:' \ ; ..
Long since. With many an arrow deep infix'd
My panting side was charg'd, when I witlidrew
To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.
There was I found by one, who had himself * >
Been hnrt by th' archers. In his side he bore, . f'^'^ ^ ^"^
And in his hands and feet, the cruel scars.
With gentle force soliciting the darts, ^sf"
He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me livet^e-i^'^'"
Since tiien, with few associate, in remote ^'^'.U^
And silent woods I wander/ far from those : "''^
fjVIy former paii;ners of the peopled scene: \'
■>With few associates, and not wishing more.
Here much I ruminate, as much I may.
With other view s of men and manners now
Than once, and others of a life to come.
I see that all are wand'rers, gone astray \
Each in his own delusions; they are lost
In chase of fancied happiness, still woo'd
And never won. Dream after dream ensues;
And still they dream, that they shall still succeed^
66 THE TASK. BOOK HI.
Aiid still are disappointed. Rings the world
With the vain stir. I sum up half mankind,
And add two-thirds of the remaining half,
And find the total of their hopes and fears
'^■-^teams, empty dreams. The million flit as gay
As if created only like the fly,
That spreads his motley wings in th' eye of noon,
To sport their season, and be seen no more.
^The rest are sober dreamers, grave and wise.
And pregnant with discov'ries new and rare.
Some write a narrative of wars, and feats
Of heroes little known ; and call the rant
/ A history: describe the man, of whom
,' His own coevals took but little note,
\ And paint his person, character, and views,
\ As they had known him from his mother's \\omb.
N^ They disentangle from the puzzled skein,
I In which obscurity has wrapp'd them up,
/ The threads of politic and shrewd design,
/ That ran through all his purposes, and charge
/ His mind with meanings that he never had,
/ Or, having, kept conceal'd. Some drill and bore
The solid eailh, and from the strata there
Extract a register, by which we learn,
; That he who made it, and reveal'd its date
• To Moses, was mistaken in its age.
/ Some, more acute, and more industrious still,
Contrive creation ; travel nature up
To the sharp peak of her sublimest height,
And tell us whence the stars; why some are iix'd.
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And planetary some ; what gave them first
Rotation, from what fountain flow'd their light.
Great contest follows, and much learned dust
Involves the combatants; each claiming truth.
And truth disclaiming both. Andjlius^ej s£end
The little wickjojr,U£e!s,^jor shallow lamp
In plajuig tricks with nature, giving laws
To distant ^vaiids^aud-trifling in their own.
Is't not a pity now, that tickling rheums
Should ever tease the lungs, and blear the sight
Of oracles like these? Great pity too.
That having wielded th' elements, and built
A thousand systems, each in his own way.
They should go out in fume, and be forgot ?
Ah ! what is life thus spent ? and what are they
But frantic, who thus spend it? all for smoke —
Eternity for bubbles proves at last
A senseless bargain. When I see such games
Play'd by the creatures of a Pow'r, who swears
That he will judge the Earth, and call the fool
To a sharp reck'ning, that has liv'd in vain ;
And when I weigh this seeming wisdom well,
And prove it in th' infallible result
So hollow and so false — I feel my heart
Dissolve in pity, and account the learn'j^
If this be learning, most ofjaTT^ficeii^dr— ""
Great crimes alarm the conscience, but it sleeps.
While thoughtful man is plausibly amus'd.
Defend me therefore common sense,^ say I,
E^rora reveries so airy, froIHTfie"toii
G8 TIIK TASK. nOOK III.
1 Of dropping buckets iuto enipty wells,
^And growing old in drawing notliing up!
'Tvvere well, says onlTsag^'eiudite, profound,
Terribly arch'd and aquiline his nose,
And overbuilt with uiost impciiunig brows,
'Twerc well, could you jierniit Ihe World to live
As the World pleases. \\ hat's the World to you?
Much. I was born of woman, and drew inilk
As sweet as charity from human breasts.
I think, articulate, I laugh and weep.
And exercise ail functions of a man.
How then should I ami any man that lives
Be strangers to each other? Pierce my vein,
Take of the crimson stream mcand'ring there,
And -catechise it well ; apply thy glass,
Search it, and prove now if it be not blood
Congenial with thine own : and, if it be,
What edge of subtlety canst thou suppose
Keen enough, wise and skilful as thou art.
To cut the link of brotherhood, by which
One common Maker bound me to the kind?
/ True ; 1 am no proficient, I confess,
S In arts like yours. 1 cannot call the swift
^ And perilous lightnings from the angry clouds,
And bid them hide themselves in earth beneath ;
I cannot analyse the air, nor catch
The parallax of yonder lum'nous point.
That seems half quench'd in the immense abyss:
Such pow'rs I boast not— neither can I rest
A silent witness of the headlong rage,
THE GARDEN. G9
Or heedless folly, by which thousands die, a
Boue of my bone, and kindred souls to mine,' JlvT* >
God never meant, that man should scale the Heav'ns
By strides of human wisdom. In his works,
Tliough-tTOTrdfoa^^ Tie commands us in his word
To seek him rather, where his mercy siiines.
The mind indeed, enlighten'd from above.
Views him in all ; ascribes to the grand cause
The grand effect; acknowledges with joy
Kis manner, and with rapture tastes his style.
But never yet did philosophic tube,
That brings the planets home into the eye
Of Observation, and discovers, else
Not visible, his family of worlds,
Discover him, that rules them; sucii a veil
Hangs over mortal eyes, blindJbim-the-hirllV-^
And dark ia_thin^_divine. Full often too
Our wayward intellect, the more we learn
Of nature, overlooks her author more ;
From instrumental causes proud to draw
Conclusions retrograde, and mad mistake.
But if his word once teach us, shoot a ray
Through all the heart's dark chambers, and reveal
Truths undiscern'd but by that holy light;
Then all is plain. Philosophy, baptiz'd
In the pure fountain of eternal love,
Has eyes indeed ; and viewing all she sees
As meant to indicate a God to man,
Gives him his praise, and forfeits not her own.
Learning has borne such fruit iu other days
70 THE TASK. BOOK III.
On all lier branches; piety has found
Friends in the friends of science, and true pray'r
Has flow'd from lips wet with Castalian dews.
Such was thy wisdom, Newtoiv'childlike sage !
Sagacious reader of tlie works of God,
And in Jiis word sagacious. Such too thine,
,;;;^iVlilton, whose genius had angelic wings,
/tnd fed on rnanna! And such thine, in whom
Our British Themis gloried with just cause.
Immortal Hale! for deep discernment prais'd,
And sound integrity, not more than fam'd
For sanctity of manners undefil'd.
All flesh is grass, and all its glory fades
Like the fair flow'r dishevell'd in the wind ;
Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream;
The man we celebrate must find a tomb,
And we that worship him ignoble graves.
Nothing is proof against the gen'ral ciu-sc
Of vanity, that seizes all below.
The onlj^ amaranthine flow'r on Earth _
Is wtuel th' only lasting treasure,- truth/
But what is truth? 'twas Pilate's question put
To Trutli itself, that deign'd him no reply.
And wherefore ? will not God impart his light
To them that ask it? — Freely — 'tis his joy,
His glory, and his nature, to impart.
But to the proud, uncandid, insincere,
Or negligent inquirer, not a spark.
What's that, which brings contempt upon a book
j\nd him who writes it, though the style be neat.
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The metliod clear, and argument exact ?
Tbat makes a minister in holy things
The joy of many, and the dread of more,
His name a theme for praise and for reproach? —
That, while it gives us worth in God's account,
Depreciates and undoes us in our own?
What pearl is it, that rich men cannot buy,
That learning is too proud to gather up ;
But which the poor, and the despis'd of all,
Seek and obtain, and often find unsought?
Tell me — and I will tell thee what is truth.
O friendly to the best pursuits ot rndBT"^
Friendly to thought, to virtue, and to peace,
JJoffliestielife ii^ rural leisure pass'd !
^■FewJiaftw^t4iyyalue, and few taste thy sweets ;
Though many boast thy favours, and affect
To understand and choose thee for their own.
But foolish man foregoes his proper bliss,
Ev'n as his first progenitor, and quits,
Though plac'd in Paradise (for earth has still
Some traces of her youthful beauty left).
Substantial happiness for transient joy.
Scenes form'd for contemplation, and to nurse
The growing seeds of wisdom ; that suggest,
By ev'ry pleasing image they present.
Reflections such as meliorate the heart,
Compose the passions, and exalt the mind ;
Scenes such as these 'tis his supreme delight
To fill with riot, and defile with blood.
Should some contagion^ kind to the poor brutes
'dt^ /se Au^i^V.* C«i /n<*^ Ar ^ I J
72 THE TASK. BOOK 111.
We persecute, annihilate the tribes,
That draw tlie sportsman over hill and dale
Fearless and rapt away from all his earcs;
Should never game-fowl hatch her eggs again,
Nor baited hook deceive the fish's eye ;
Could pageantry and dance, and feast and song.
Be queird in all our summer-months' retreats ;
How many self-deluded nymphs and swains,
Who dream they have a taste lor fields and groves,
Would find them hideous nurs'ries of the spken,
And crowd the roads, impatient for the town !
They lo\e the country, and none else, who seek
For their own sake its silence and its shade.
Delights M Inch who would leave, that has a heart
Susceptible of pity, or a mind
Cultur'd and capable of sober thought,
For all the savage din of the swift pack,^^
And clamours of the field?— Detested sporf.
That owes its pleasures to another's pain ; \
That feeds upon the sobs and dying shrieks^
Of harmless nature, dumb, but yet endu'd ;
With eloquence, that agonies inspire, i
Of silent tears and heart-distending sighs!
Vain tears, alas, and sighs, that never find
A corresponding tone iu jovial souls!
Well — one at least is safe. One shelter'd iiare
Has never heard the sanguinary yell
Of cruel man, exulting in her woes.
Innocent partner of my peaceful home,
^\'hom tea long years' experience of my care
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THE GARDEN. 73
Has made at last familiar; she has lost
Much of her vigilant instinctive dread,
Not needful here, beneath a roof like mine.
Yes — thou may'st eat thy bread, and lick the hand
That feeds thee ; thou may'st frolic on the floor '
At ev'ning, and at night retire secure
To thy straw couch, and slumber unalarm'd ;
For I have gain'd thy confidence, have pledg'd
All that is human in me, to protect
Thine unsuspecting gratitude and love.
If I survive thee, I will dig thy grave ;
And, when I place thee in it, sighing say, ^
I knew at least one hare that had a friend. ^'""^
How various his employments, whom the world
Calls idle; and who justly in return
Esteems that busy world an idler too !
Friends, books, a
Delightful industry
And Nature in her cultivated trim
Dress'd to his taste, inviting him abroad —
Can he want occupation, who has these ?
Will he be idle, who has much t' enjoy?
Me therefore studious of laborious ease.
Not slothful, happy to deceive the time.
Not waste it, and aware that human life
Is but a loan to be repaid with use.
When he shall call his deHofs to account,
From whom are all our blessings, business finds
Ev'n here : while sedulous I seek t' improve,
At least neglect not, or leave unemploy'd,
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garden, and perhaps his pen, i~,
enjoy'd at home, <
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74 THE TASK. BOOK III.
The mind he gave me ; driving it, though slack
Too off, and much impeded in its work
By causes not to be divulg'd in vain,
To its just point — the service of mankind.
He, that attends to his interior self,
That has a heart, and keeps it ; has a mind
That hun<7ers, and supplies it ; and who seeks
A social, not a dissipated life,
Has business ; feels himself engag'd t' achieve
No unimportant, though a silent,\task.
A life all turbulence and noise may seem
To him that leads it wise, and to be prais'd;
But wisdom is a pearl with most success
^ Soug^it in still water, and beneath clear skies.
He that is ever occupied in storms.
Or dives not for it, or brinjrs up ijistead, liA^-hi'
Vainly industrious, a disgraceful prize. ,.^'c^,J^
The morning finds the self-seciuester'd man
Fresh for his/task, intend what task he may.
Whether inclement seasons recommend
His warm but simple home, where he enjoys
j( With her, who shares his pleasures and his heart.
Sweet converse, sipping calm the fragrant lymph,
I Which neatly she prepares; then to his book
t Well chosen, and not sullenly perus'd
I In selfish silence, but imparted oft,
I As aught occurs, that she may smile to hear.
Or turn to nourishment, digested well.
Or if the garden with its many cares,
All well repaid, demand him, lie attends
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THE GARDEN. 7-3
"I*lie welcome call, conscious how much the hand
Of lubbard Labour needs his watchful eye,
Oft loit'ring lazily, if not o'erseen,
Or misapplying his unskilful strength.
Nor does he govern only or direct,
But much performs himself. No works indeed,
That ask robust, tough sinews, bred to toil,
Servile employ ; but such as may amuse.
Not tire, demanding rather skill than force.
Proud of his well-spread walls, he views his trees.
That meet, no barren interval betMcen,
With pleasure more than ev'n their fruits afford.
Which, save himself who trains them, none can feel.
These therefore are his own peculiar charge ;
No meaner hand may discipline the shoots,
None but his steel approach them. What is weak,
Distemper'd, or has lost prolific pow'rs,
Impair'd by age, his unrelenting hand
Dooms to the knife : nor does he spare the soft
And succxilent, that feeds its giant growth.
But barren, at th' expense of neighb'ring twigs
Less ostentatious, and yet studded thick
With hopeful gems. The rest, no portion left
That may disgrace his art, or disappoint
Large expectation, he disposes neat
At measur'd distances, that air and sun,
Admitted freely, may afford their aid.
And ventilate and warm the swelling buds.
Hence Summer has her riches, Autumn hence,
.\nd hence ev'n Winter fills his wither'd hand
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7(5 THE TASK. BOOK -III.
Witli blusbing fruits, and plenty not his own*.
Fair recompense of labour well bestow'd,
And wise precaution ; w liicli a clime so rude
Makes needful still, whose Spring is but the child
Of churlish Winter, in her froward moods
Discov'ring much the temper of her sire.
For oft, as if in her the stream of mild
Maternal nature had revers'd its course.
She brings her infants forlli with many smiles;
But once deliver'd kills them with a frown.
He therefore timely warn'd himself supplies
Her want of care, screenmg and keeping warm
The plenteous bloom, that no rough blast may sweep
His garlands from the boughs. Again, as oft
As the sun peeps and vernal airs breathe mild.
The fence withdrawn, he gives them ev'ry beam,
And spreads his hopes before the blaze of day.
To raise the prickly and green-coated gourd,
So grateful to the palate, and w hen rare
So covetted, else base and disesteem'd —
Food for the vulgar merely — is an art.
That toiling ages have but just matur'd,
And at this moment unassay'd in song.
Yet gnats have had, and frogs and mice, long since,
Their eulogy ; those sang the Mantuan bard.
And these the Grecian, in ennobling strains ;
And in thy numbers, Phillips, shines for aye
The solitary shilling. Pardon then,
Ye sage dispensers of poetic fame,
Th' ambition of one meaner far, whose pow'rs,
* Miraturqiie uovos fructiis ct non sua poma. Virg.
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THE GARDEN. 77
Presuming an attempt not less sublime,
Pant for the praise of dressing; to the taste
Of critic appetite, no sordid fare,
A cucumber, while costly yet and scarce.
The stable yields a stercoraceous heap,
Impregnated with quick fermenting salts,
And potent to resist the freezing blast:
For, ere the beech and elm have cast their leaf
Deciduous, when now November dark
Checks vegetation in the torpid plant
Expos'd to his cold breath, the task begins.
Warily therefore, and with prudent lieed.
He seeks a favour'd spot; that where he builds
Tli' agglomerated pile his frame may front
The sun's meridian disk, and at the back
Enjoy close shelter, wall,- or reeds, or hedge
Impervious to the wind. First he bids spread
Dry fern or litter'd hay, that may imbibe
Th' ascending damps; then leisurely impose,
And lightly, shaking it with agile hand
From the full fork, the saturated straw.
What longest binds the closest forms secure
The shapely side, that as it rises takes.
By just degrees, ar overhanging breadth,
Shelt'ring the base with its projected eaves ;
Th' uplifted frame, compact at ev'ry joint.
And overlaid with clear translucent glass,
He settles next upon the sloping mount,
Whose sharp declivity shoots off secure
From the dash'd pane the deluge as it fails.
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78 THE TASK. BOOK 111.
He shuts it close, and the first labour ends.
Thrice must tlie voluble and restless Earth
Spin round upon her axle, ere the warmth,
Slow gath'ring in the midst, through the square mass
DifiFus'd, attain the surface : w hen, behold !
A pestilent and most corrosive steam,
Like a gross fog Boeotian, rising fast,
And fast condens'd upon the dewy sash,
Asks egress; which obtain'd, the overcharg'd
And drench'd conservatory breathes abroad,
Ih volumes wheeling slow, the vapour dank ;
And, purified, rejoices to have lost
Its foul inhabitant. But to assuage
Th' impatient fervour, which it first conceives
Within its reeking bosom, threat'uing death
To his young hopes, requires discreet delay.
Experience, slow preceptress, teaching oft
The way to glory by miscarriage foul.
Must prompt him, and admonish how to catch
Th' auspicious moment, when the temper'd heat,
Friendly to vital motion, may afford
S(ift fomentation, and invite the seed.
-^The seed, selected wisely, plump, and smooth,
And glossy, he commits to pots of size
Diminutive, well fiU'd with well prepar'd
And fruitful soil, that has been treasur'd long,
And drank no moisture from the dripping clouds.
These on the waim and genial earth, that hides
The smoking manure, and o'erspreads it all,
He places lightly, and, as time subdues
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THE GARDEN.
The rage of feraientation, plunges deep
In the soft medium, till they stand immeis'd.
Then rise the tender germes, upstarting quick,
And spreading wide their spongy lobes ; at first
Pale, wan, and livid ; but assuming soon,
If faun'd by balmy and nutritious air,
Strain'd through the friendly mats, a vivid green.
Two leaves produc'd, two rough indented leaves,
Cautious he pinches from the second stalk
A pimple, that portends a future sprout,
And interdicts its growth. Thence straight succeed
The brandies, sturdy to his utmost wish;
Prolific all, and harbingers of more.
The crowded roots demand enlargement now.
And transplantation in an ampler space.
Indulg'd in what they wish, they soon supply
Large foliage, overshad'wing golden flow'rs,
Blown on the summit of th' apparent fruit.
These have their sexes ! and, when summer shines,
The bee transports the fertilizing meal
From flow'r to ilow'r, and ev'n the breathing air
Wafts the rich prize to its appointed use. ,,-^''-
Not so when winter scowls. Assisjant art "" '
Then acts in nature's office, brings to pass
The glad espousals, and ensures the crop.
Grudge not ye rich (since Luxury must have
His dainties, and the World's more num'rous half
Lives by contriving delicates for you),
Grudge not the cost. Ye little know the cares,
The vigilance, the labour, and the skill,
80 THE TASK. BOOK III.
That day aud night are exercis'd, and hang
Upon the ticklish balance of suspense,
Tliat je may garnish your profuse regales
^\ ith summer fruits brought forth by wintry suns.
Ten thousand dangers lie in wait to thwart
The process. Heat and cold, and wind and steam.
Moisture and drought, mice, worms, and swarming
Minute as dust, and numberless, oft work [flies,
Dire disappointment, that admits no cure.
And which no care can obviate. It were long,
Too long, to tell th' expedients and the shifts,
Which he that fights a season so severe
Devises, while he guards his tender tnist;
And oft at last in vain. The learn'd and wise
Sarcastic would exclaim, and judge the song
Cold as its theme, and like its theme the fruit
Of too much labour, worthless when produc'd.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
Unconscious of a less propitious clime.
There blooms exotic beauty, warm and snug,
AVhile the winds whistle, aud the snows descend.
The spii7 myrtle with unwith'ring leaf
Shines there, and flourishes. The golden boast
Of Portugal and western India there.
The ruddier orange, and the paler lime.
Peep through their polish'd foliage at the storm,
And seem to smile at what they need not fear.
Th' amomum there with intermingling flow'rs
And cherries hangs her twigs. Geranium boasts
Her crimson honours, and the spangled beaux.
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Ficoides, glitters bright the winter long.
All plants, of ev'ry leaf, that can endure
The winter's frown, if screen'd from his shrew'd bite.
Live there, and prosper. Those Ausonia claims,
Levantine regions these ; th' Azores send
Their jessamine, her jessamine remote
Caifraia: foreigners from many lands.
They form one social shade, as if conven'd
By magic summons of the Orphean lyre.
Yet just arrangement, rarely brought to pass
But by a master's hand, disposing well
The gay diversities of leaf and flow'r,
Must lend its aid t' illustrate all their charms,
And dress the regular yet various scene.
Plant behind plant aspiring, in the van
The dwarfish, in the rear retir'd, but still
Sublime above the rest, the statelier stand.
So once were rang'd the SQnsj)f ancient Horae,^
A noble show ! while Roscius trod the stage ;
And so, whi|e Garrick, as renown'd as he,
The sous of Albion;:; fearing each to lose
Some note of Nature's music from his lips,
And covetous of Shakspeare's beauty, seen
In ev'i-y flash of his far-beaming eye.
Nor taste alone and well-contriv'd display
Suflice to give the marshall'd ranks the grace
Of their complete effect. Much yet remains
Unsung, and many cares are yet behind,
And more laborious; cares on which depend
Their vigour, injur'd soon, not soon restor'd.
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8*2 THE TASK. BOOK HI.
The soil must be renew'd, which often wash'd
Loses its treasure of salubrious salts,
A nd disappoints the roots ; the slender roots
Close interwoven, where they meet the vase,
Must smooth be shorn away ; the sapless branch
Must fly before the knife ; the wither'd leaf
Must be detach'd, and where it strews the floor
Swept with a woman's neatness, breeding else
Contagion, and disseminating death.
Discharge but these kind offices, (and who
Would spare, that loves them, offices like these?)
Well they reward the toU. The sight is pleas'd,
The scent regal'd, each odorif'rous leaf,
Each op'ning blossom, freely breathes abroad -
Its gratitude, and thanks him with its sweets. \/)
So manifold, all pleasing in their kiud,~^ J^ «
All healthful, are th' employs of rural Ufe,/,</ IT'
Reiterated as the wheel of time -^
Runs round ; still ending, and beginning still.
Nor are these all. To deck the shapely knoll.
That softly swell'd and gaily dress'd appears
A flow'ry island, from the dark green lawn
Emerging, must be deera'd a labour due
To no mean hand, and asks the touch of taste.
Here also grateful mixture of well-match'd
And sorted hues (each giving each relief,
And by contrasted beauty shining more)
Is needful. Strength may wield the pond'rous spade,
May turn the clod, and wheel the compost home ;
But elegance, chief grace the garden shows,
1 THE GAROE'ti.C^Ci^'f^
And most attractive, is the fair result ^'^
Of tlioiiglit, the creature of a polish'd mind.
Without it all is Gothic as the scene,
To which th' insipid citizen resorts
Near yonder heath ; where Industry mispent,
But proud of his uncouth ill-chosen task,,
Had made a Heav'n on Earth ; with suns and moons
Of close-ramm'd stojies has charg'd th' encumber'd
And fairly laid the zodiac in the dust, [soil,
He therefore, who would see his flow'rs dispos'd
Sightly and in just order, ere he gives
The beds the trusted treasure of their seeds,
Forecasts the future whole ; that when the scene
Shall break into its preconceiv'd display,
Each for itself, and all as with one voice
Conspiring, may attest his bright design.
Nor even then, dismissing as perform'd
His pleasant work, may be suppose it done;
Few self-supported flow'rs endure the wind
Uniujur'd, but expect th' upholding aid
Of the smooth-shaven prop, and, neatly tied.
Are wedded thus, like beauty to old age
For int'rest sake, the living to the dead.
Some clothe the soil that feeds them, far diflus'd
And lowly creeping, modest and yet fair,
Like virtue, thriving most where little seen:
Sonie more aspiring catch the neighbour shrub
With clasping tendrils, and invest his branch,
Else unadorn'd, with many a gay festoon
And fragrant chaplet, recompensing well
84 THE TASK. BOOK III.
The strength they borrow with the grace they lend.
\A11 hate the rank society of Meeds,
^oisome, and ever greedy to exhaust
■^ Th' impov'rish'd earth ; an overbearing race,
/ That, like the multitude made faction-mad,
V^Disturb good ordci'; and degrade true worth.
O blest seclusion from a jarring world,
AVhich he, thus occupied, enjoys ! Retreat ^
Cannot indeed to guilty man restme
Lost innocence, or cancel follies past;
But it has peace, and much secnresjhe mind
Froin airassauTts of evil; proving still
A faithful barrier, not o'erleap'd w Jth ease
By vicious custom, raging uncontroll'd^../
Abroad, and desolating publicTTfeT"
When fierce temptation, seconded within
By traitor appetite, and arm'd with darts
Temper'd in Hell, invades the throbbing breast,
To combat may be glorious, and success
Perhaps may crown us ; but to fly is safe.
Had I the choice of sublunary good.
What could I v\ish, that I possess not here?
Health, leisure, means t' improve it, friendship, peace^^
No loose or wanton, though a wand'ring, muse,
And constant occupation without care.
Thus blest I draw a picture of that bliss;
Hopeless indeed, that dissipated minds,
And profligate abusers of a world
Created fair so much in \ain for them,
Should seek tlie guiltless joys, that I describe,
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Alhu'tl by my report: but sure no less,
That self-coiideran'd they must neglect the prize,
And what they will not taste must yet approve.
What we admire we praise ; and when we praise.
Advance it into notice, that, its worth
Acknowledg'd, others may admire it too.
I therefore recommend, though at the risk
Of popular disgust, yet boldly still.
The cause of piety, and sacred truth.
And virtue, and those scenes, which God ordain'd
Should best secure them and promote them most ;
Scenes that I love, and with regret perceive
Forsaken, or through folly not enjoy'd.
P-Uiie is the nymph, though lib'ral of her smiles,^-
.^ndjjjastej though unconfin'd, whom I extol. ■
Not as the prince in Shushan, when he call'd.
Vain-glorious of her charms, his Vashti forth
To grace the full pavilion. His design
Was but to boast his own peculiar good,
Which all might view with envy, none partake.
My charmer is not mine alone ; my sweets,
And she that sweetens all my bitters too,
Nature, enchanting Nature, in whose form
And lineaments divine I trace a hand,
That errs not, and find raptures still renew'd.
Is free to all men— universal prize.
Strange that so fair a creature should yet want
Admirers, and be destin'd to divide
With meaner objects ev'n the few she finds !
Stripp'd of her ornaments, her leaves and flow'r?.
THE TASK. BOOK IIT.
She loses all her infliieiice. ^'itie^ then
Attract us, and neglected Nature pines
•. . Abandon'd, as unworthy of our love.
'^CBut are not wholesome airs, though unperfum'd
-.'By roses; and clear suns, though scarcely felt ;
^ /And groves, if unharmonious, yet secure
From clamour, and whose very silence charms;
To be preferr'd to smoke, to the eclipse,
That Metropolitan volcanoes make,
"Whose Stygian throats breathe darkness all day long;
And to the stir of Commerce, driving slow,
And thund'ring loud, with his ten thousand wheels?
They would be, were not madness in the head,
And folly in the heart; were England now,
What England was, plain, hospitable, kind.
And undebauch'd. But we have bid farewell
, Tp all the virtues of those better days^
i » AimaTI "flieir honest pleasures. Mansions once
4 Knew their own masters; and laborious hinds,
« Who had surviv'd the father, serv'd the son. .^
;$■ Now the legitimate and rightful lord -V" ■- ^
vf v-'Is but a transient guest, newly arriv'd, ^^'"
/ And soon to be supplanted. He, fliat saw
\ His patrimoniaHimber cast its le^f,
/ Sells the last scantliug, and transfers the price
\ To some shrewd sharper, ere it buds again,
j Estates are landscapes, gaz'd u^wn awhile,
I Then advertis'd, and auctioneer'd away.
I The country starves, and they, that feed th' o'ercharg'd
And surfeited lewd town with her fair dues,
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By a just judgment strip and starve themselves.
The wings, that waft our riches out of sight,
Grow on the gamester's elbows ; and th' alert
And nimble motion of those restless joints,
That never tire, soon fans them all away.
Improvement too, the idol of the age,
Is fed with many a victim. Lo, he comes J
Th' omnipotent magician, Rrown, appears!
Down falls the venerable pile, th' abode
Of our forefathers— a grave whisker'd race.
But tasteless. Springs a palace in its stead.
But in a distant spot; where more expos'd
It may enjoy th' advantage of the north,
And aguish east, till time shall have transform'd
Those naked acres to a shdt'ring grove.
He speaks. The lake in front becomes a lawa :
Woods vanish, hills subside, and valleys rise; 1
And streams, as if created for his use, V
Pursue the track of his directing wand, ^
Sinuous or straight, now rapid and now slow, |
Now murm'ring soft, now roaring in cascades — \
Ev'n as he bids ! Th' enraptur'd owner smiles. I
'Tis finish'd, aiii-j;,et, finish'd as it seems.
Still w ants a.'o^iacei the loveliest it could show,
A mine to satisfy th' enormous cost.
Drain'd to the last poor item of his wealth.
He sighs, departs, and leaves th' accomplish'd plan,
That he has touch'd, retouch'd, many a long day
Labour'd, and many a night pursu'd in dreams.
Just when it meets his hopes, and proves the Heav'n
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8lk ' THE TASK. BOOK 111.
He wanted, for a wealthier to enjoy !
And now perhaps the glorious hour is come,
When, having no stake left, no pledge t' endear
Her int'rests, or that gives her sacred cause
A moment's operation on his love.
He burns with most intense"«n4-ilagrajat zeal
To serve his country^^ Ministerial grace^
Deals him out money from the pnhlic ehest ;
Or, if that mine be shut, some private purse
Supplies his need with an usurious loan,
To be refunded duly, when his vote
Well-manag'd shall have earn'd its worthy price.
O innocent, compar'd with arts like these.
Crape, and cock'd pistol, and the whistling ball
Sent through the trav'ller's temples ! He, that finds
One drop of Heav'n's sweet mercy in his cup,
Can dig, beg, rot, and perish, well content.
So he may wrap himself in honest rags
At his last gasp ; but could not for a world
Fish up his dirty and dependent bread
From pools and ditches of the commonwealth.
Sordid and sick'ning at his own success.
Ambition, av'rice, penury incurr'd
By endless riot, vanity, the lust
Of pleasure and variety, dispatch.
As duly as the swallows disappear.
The world of wand'ring knights and squires to town.
Loudon ingulfs them all ! The shaijk is there,
AwJ-the sliarTt's prey ; tlie spendthrift, and the leech
Tliat sucks him. There the sycophant, and he
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Who, with bareheaded and obsequious bows,
Begs a warm office, doora'd to a cold jail
And groat per diem, if his patron frown.
The levee swarms, as if in golden pomp
Were character'd on ev'ry stateman's door,
"Batfer'dand bankrupt fortunes mended here."
These are the charms, that sull^nd eclipse ^/ •" ; •"
The charms of naturg. 'Tis the cruel gripe,
That lean, hard-handed Poverty inflicts,
The hope of better things, the chance to win.
The wish to shine, the thirst to be amus'd,
That at the sound of winter's hoary wing
Unpeople all our counties of such herds
Of flutt'ring, loit'ring, cringing, begging, loose
And wanton vagrants, as make London, vast
And boundless as it is, a crowded coop.
O thou, resort and mart of all the Earth,
CJCJiecker'd with all complexions of mankind.
And jotted) with all crimes; in whom I see
Much tTiat I love, and more that I admire, ,
And all that I abhor; thou freckled fair, '
That pieasest and yet shock'st me, I can laugb,
And I can weep, can hope, and can despond, \^
Feel wrath and pily, when I think on thee ! i
Ten righteous would have sav'd a city once.
And thou hast many righteous. — Well for thee —
That salt preserves thee ; more cojTirpted else.
And therefore more obnoxious, at this hour.
Than Sodom in her day had pow'r to be,
For whom God heard his Abr'ham plead in vain.
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Sleep seems Uieir only i-efVig-e. For alas I
Whei-e penury is felt the thougiit is chain 'd,
AiicL sweet colloqiiial pleas-ares are^iutfew.
:ullA^^'N by richard "westailrjv.engrav^i by j. h.robinson;
PUBLISHED BY JOHN SHARPE. J^ICCADILI.Y.
OCT. 1.1817.
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THE TASK.
BOOK IV.
THE WINTER EVENING.
The post comes in. — The newspaper is rend. — The World contem-
plated at a distiuice. — Address to Winter. — The rural amusements
of a winter evening compared with the fashionable ones. — Address
to evening. — A brown study. — Fali of snow in the evening. — The
waggoner. — A poor family piece. — The rural thief. — Public houses.
— The multitude of them censured. — The farmer's daughter: what
she was— what she is— The simplicity of country manners almost
lost. — Causes of the change. — Desertion of the country by the rich.
— Neglect of magistrates.— The militia princi|ially in fault.— The
new recruit and his transformation. — Reflection on bodies corpo-
rate.— The I've of rural objects natural to all, and never to be
totally extinguished.
Hark ! 'tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge,
That with its wearisome but needful length
Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon
Sees her unwrinliied face reflected bright; —
He comes, the herald of a noisy world,
With spatter'd boots, strapp'd wafsf^and frozen locks ;
News from all nations lumb'ring at his back.
True to his charge, the close pack'd load behind,
92 THE TASK. BOOK IV.
Yet careless what he bring^s, his one concern
Is to conduct it to the destin'd inn ;
And, having dropp'd th' expected bag, pass on.
He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch.
Cold and yet cheerful ; messenger of grief
Perhaps'To'ffi'ousand s, and of joy to some;
To him indiff'rent whether grief or joy.
Houses in ashes, and the fall of stocks,
Births, deaths, and marriages, epistles wet
With tears, that trickled down the writer's cheeks
Fast as the periods from his fluent quill.
Or charg'd with ara'rous sighs of absent swains,
Or nymphs responsive, equally afl'ect
His horse and him, unconscious of them all.
But O th' important budget ! usher'd in
With such heart-shaking music, who can say
What are its tidings? have our troops aAvak'd ?
Or do they still, as if with opium drugg'd.
Snore to the murmurs of th' Atlantic wave ?
Is India free? and does she wear her pluni'd
And jewell'd turban with a smile of peace,
Or do we grind her still ? The giand debate,
The popular harangue, the tart reply.
The logic, and the wisdom, and the wit,
And the loud laugh — I long to know them all;
I burn to set th' imprison'd wranglers free, ""'
And give them voice and utt'rance once again.
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
And. while the biibbliiig and loud hissing urn
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WINTER EVENING. 93
I Throws up a steamy column, and the cups. i
That clieer but not inebriate, wait on each, ~ t-<<<^ 1 1 i
So let us welcome peaceful ev'ning in.
Not such his ev'ning, who with shining face
Sweats in the crowded theatre, and, squeez'd
And bor'd with elbow points through both his sides,
Outscolds the ranting actor on the stage:
Nor his, who patient stands till his feet throb.
And his head thumps, to feed upon the breath
Of patriots, bursting with heroic rage.
Or placemen, all tranquillity and smiles. i^^
This folio of four pages, happy work! • ■-r'^--^i
Which not ev'n critics criticise ; that holds
Inquisitive Attention, while I read,
Fast bound in chains of silence, which the fair.
Tliough eloquent themselves, yet fear to break ;
Wliat is it, but a map of busy life,
Its fluctuations, and its vast concerns?
Here runs the mountainous and craggj' ridge.
That tempts Ambition. On the summit see
The seals of office glitter in his eyes ;
He climbs, he pants, he grasps them ! At his heels.
Close at his heels, a demagogue ascends,
And with a dext'rous jerk soon twists him down,
And wins them, but to lose them in his turn.
Here rills of oily eloquence in soft
Meanders lubricate the course they take;
The modest speaker is asliam'd and griev'd,
T' engross a moment's notice, and yet begs,
Begs a propitious ear for his poor thoughts,
94 THE TASK. BOOK IV.
However trivial all tbat he couceives.
Sweet baslifulness! it claims at least this praise;
The dearth of iuformation and good sense,
That it foretels us, always comes to pass.
Cat'racts of declamation thunder here;
There forests of no meaning spread the page.
In which ail comprehension wanders lost ;
While fields of pleasantry amuse us there
With merry descants on a nation's woes.
The rest appears a wilderness of strange
But gay confusion; roses for the cheeks,
And lilies for the brows of faded age,
Teeth for the toothless, ringlets for the bald,
Heav'u, earth, and ocean, plunder'd of their sweets,
Nectareoiis essences, Olympian dews.
Sermons, and city feasts, and fav'rite airs,
^Ethereal journies, submarine exploits.
And Katterfelto, with his hair on end
At his own wonders, wond'ring for his bread.
'Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,
To peep at such a world ; to see the stir
Of the great Babel, and not feeTTirelcrow.d ;
To hear the roar she sends through all her gates
At a safe distance, where the dying sound ^/
- Falls a soft murmur on th' uninjur'd ear. ^^
, Thus sitting, and surveying thus at ease ■>
j The globe and its concerns, I seem advanced V'
\ To some secure and more than mortal heiglit^
That lib'rates and exempts me from them all.
It turns submitted to my view, turns round
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WINTER EVENING. Do
With all its generations ; I behold
The tumult, and am still. The sound of war
Has lost its terrors ere it reaches me ;
Grieves, but alarms me not. I mourn the pride
And av'rice that make man a wolf to man ;
Hear the faint echo of those brazen throats,
By which he speaks the language of his heart,
And sigh, but never tremble at the sound.
He travels and expatiates, as the bee
From flow'r to flow'r, so he from land to laud;
The manners, customs, policy, of all
Pay contribution to the store he gleans ;
He sucks inteUigence in ev'ry clime,
And spreads the honey of his deep research
At his return — a rich repast for me.
He travels, and I too. I tread his deck,
Ascend his topmast, through his peering eyes
Discover countries, with a kindred heart
Suffer his woes, and share in his escapes;
W hile fancy, like the finger of a clock,
Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
O Winter, ruler of th' inverted year,
Thy^catter'd hair with sleet like ashes fill'd,
Thy breath congeal'd upon thy lips, thy cheeks
Fring'd with a beard made white with other snows
Thau those of age, thy forehead wrapp'd in clouds,
A leafless branch thy sceptre, and tliy throne
A sliding car, indebted to no wheels.
But urg'd by storms along its slipp'ry way,
I love thee, all unlovely as thou seem'st.
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0(j THE TASK. BOOK J\.
And dreaded as thou art ! Tliou hold'st the sun
A pris'ner in the yet iindawning east,
Short'ning his jouruej' between morn and noon,
And hurraing him, impatient of his stay,
Down to the rosy west; but kindly still
Compensating his loss with added hours
Of socirl converse and instructive ease.
And gath'ring, at short notice, in one group
The family dispers'd, and Ijxing thought,
Not less dispers'd by daylight and its cares. •
I crown thee king of intimate delights, *
Fireside enjoymeuts, hmneboin bappiuegs,
And all the comforts, that the lowly roof
Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours
Of long uninternipted ev'ning, know.
No rattling wheels stop short before these gates ;
No powder'd pert proficient in the art
Of sounding an alarm assaults these doors
Till the street rings ; no stationary steeds
Cough their own knell, while, heedless of the sound
The silent circle fan themselves, and quake :
But here the needle plies its busy tasl;.
The pattern grows, the well-depicted flow'r, A
Wrought patiently into the snowy lawn, E'
Unfolds its bosom ; buds, and leaves, and sprigs, '^
And curling tendrils gracefully dispos'd,
Follow the nimble finger of the fair; Hi
A wreath, that cannot fade, or flow'rs, that blow
With most success when all besides decay. fc
The poet's or historiau's page by one
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WINTER EVENING. !'7
Made vocal for Ih' amusement of the rest;
The sprightly lyre, whose treasure of sweet sounds
The touch from many a trembling chord shakes out;
And the clear voice symphonious, yet distinct,
And in the charming strife triumphant still ;
Beguile the night, and set a keener edge
On female industry: the threaded steel
Flies swiftl}, and unfelt the task^proceeds.
The volume clos'd, the customary rites
Of the last meal commence. A Roman meal ;
Such as the mistress of the world once found
Delicious, when her patriots of high note.
Perhaps by moonlight, at tlieir humble doors,
And under an old oak's domestic shade,
Enjoy'd, spare feast ! a radish and an eg^.
Discourse ensues, not trivial, yet not dull.
Nor such as with a frown forbids the play
Of fancy, or proscribes the sound of mirth ;
Nor do we madly, like an impious World,
Who deem religion frenzy, and the God,
That made them, an intruder on their joys.
Start at his awful name, or deem his praise
A jarring note. Themes of a graver tone,
Exciting oft our gratitude and love.
While we retrace with Mem'ry's pointing wand.
That calls tlie_£asjt_to_QUL,?xa?tJeview,
The dangers we have scap'd, the broken snare,
The disappointed foe, deliv'rance found
Unlook'd for, life preserv'd and peace restor'd.
Fruits of omnipotent eternal love.
98 THE TASK. BOOK IV.
O ev'nings worthy of the gods ! exclaim'd
The Sabine bard. O ev'nings, I reply,
More to be priz'd and coveted than yours,
As more illiirain'd, and with nobler truths,
That I, and mine, and those we love, enjoy.
Is Winter hideous in a garb like this?
Needs he the tragic fur, the smoke of lamps.
The pent up breath of an unsav'ry throng,
To thaw him into feeling ; or the smart
And snappish dialogue, that flippant wits
Call comedy, to prompt him with a smile ?
The self-complacent actor, when he views
(Stealing a sidelong glance at a full house)
The slope of faces, from the floor to th' roof
(As if one master-spring controU'd them all),
Relax'd into a universal grin;
Sees not a count'nance there, that speaks of joy
Half so refia'd or so sincere as ours.
Cards were superfluous here, with all the tricks, i j
That idleness has ever yet contriv'd, j p
To till the void of an unfurnish'd brain.
To palliate dulness, and give time a shove.
Time, as he passes us, has a dove's wing, ; p
Unsoil'd, and swift, and of a silken sound ; ^j-
But the World's Time is Time in masquerade !
Theirs, should I paint him, has his pinions fledg'd
With motley plumes ; and, where the peacock shows ! jf
His azure eyes, is tinctur'd black and red | ^:
With spots quadrangular of diamond form, ' j^
Ensanguin'd iiearts, clubs typical of strife, ji,
WINTER EVENING. 99
And spades, the emblem of untimely graves.
What should be, and what was an honi-glass once,
Becomes a dice-box, and a Ijilliaid mace
Well does the work of his destnictive sithe.
Thus deckVI, he charms a World whom Fashion blinds
To his true w orth, most pleas'd when idle most ;
Whose only happy are their wasted hours.
r^Ex'n misses, at whose age their mothers wore
\_ The backstring and the bib, assume the dress
Of wonianlioodj^sit pnpiTslntlic school
Of card-devoted Time, and night by night
Plac'd at some vacant corner of the board,
Learn ev'ry trick, and soon play all the game.
But truce with censure. Roving as I rove.
Where shall I find an end, or how proceed?
As he that travels far oft turns aside.
To view some rugged rock or mould'ring tow^'r,
Which seen delights him not; then coming home
Describes and prints it, that the world may know^
How farhewent for what was nothing worth ;- ^ v^"'
So I, with brush in hand anTT'allet spread,
With colours mix'd for a far diff 'rent use.
Paint cards, and dolls, and ev'ry idle thing,
That Fancy finds in her excursive flights.
Come Ev'ning, once again, season of peace;
Return sweet Ev'ning, and continue long !
Methinks I see thee in the streaky west,
With matron step slow moving, while the night
Treads on thy sweeping train ; one hand omploy'd
In letting fall the curtain of repose
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100 THE TASK. BOOK lY.
On bird and beast, the other charg'd for man
With sweet oblivion of ihe cares of day :
Not sumptuously adorn 'd, nor needing aid,
Like homely-featur'd Night, of clust'ring gems ;
A star or two, just twinkling on thy brow,
Suflices thee ; save tiiat the moon is thine
No less than hers, not worn indeed on high
With ostentatious pageantry, but set
With modest grandeur in thy purple zone,
Resplendent less, but of an ampler round.
Come then, and thou shall find thy vot'ry calm.
Or make me so. Composure is thy gift;
And, whether I devote thy gentle hours
To books, to niiisic, or flie poet's toil ;
To weaving nets for bird-alluring fruit;
Or twining silken threads round iv'ry reels,
When they command whom man was boni to please;
I slight thee not, but make thee welcome still.
Just when our drawing-rooms begin to blaze
With lights, by clear reflection multiplied
Trom many a mirror, in which he of Gath,
(ioliah, might have seen his giant bulk
Whole without stooping, tow'riiig crest and all,
My pleasures too begin. But me perhaps
The glowing hearth may satisfy awhile
With faint illumination, that uplifts
The shadows to the ceiling, there by fits
Dancing uneouthly to the quiv'ring flame.
Not undelightful is an hour to me
So spent in parlour twilight : such a gloom
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WINTER EVENING. 101
Suits well the thoughtful or unthinking mind,
i'iic mind contemplative, Avith some new theme
Pregnant, or indispos'd alike to all.
Langh ye, who boast your more mercurial powVs,
That never feel a stupor, know no pause.
Nor need one; I am- conscious, and confess
Fearless a3.Q.uU-lliat does not always think.
Me oft has Fancy ludicrous and wild
Sooth'd with a waking dream of houses, tow'rs.
Frees, churches, and strange visages, express'd
In the red cinders, while with poring eye
1 gaz'd, myself creating what I saw.
Nor less araus'd have I quiescent watch'd
The sooty films, that play upon the bars
Pendulous, and foreboding in the view
Of superstition, prophesying still,
Though still deceiv'd, some stranger's near approaclu
'Tis thus the understanding takes repose
In indolent vacuity of thought,
And sleeps and is refresh'd. Meanwhile the face
Conceals the mood lethargic with a mask
Of deep deliberation, as the man
Were task'd to his full strength, absorb'd and lost.
Thus 5f!," reclin'd at ease, I lose an hour"^ . ^^f
At ev'ning, till at length the freezing blast,^ ''-
That sweeps the bolted shutter, summons home
The recollected pow'rs ; and snapping short
The glassy threads, with which the Fancy weaves
Her brittle toils, restores me to myself.
How calm is my recess; and how the frost,
102 THE TASK. BOOK IV.
Raging abroad, and the rough wind endear
The silence and the warmth enjo^'d within !
I saw the woods and fields at close of day
A variegated show ; the meadows green,
Though faded ; and the lands, where lately wav'd
The golden harvest, of a mellow brown,
Upturn'd so lately by the forceful share,
I saw far oif the weedy fallows smile
With verdure not unprofitable, graz'd
By ilotks, fast feeding, and selecting each
His fa\'rite herb; while all the leafless groves,
Thatskirt th' horizon, wore a sable hue.
Scarce notic'd in the kindred dusk of eve.
To-morrow brings a change, a total change !
Which even now, though silently perform'd,
And slowly, and by most unfelt, the face
Of universal nature undergoes.
Fast falls a tleecj^§lu)w'r : the downy flakes
Descending, and with never-ceasing lapse.
Softly alighting upon all below.
Assimilate ail objects. Earth receives
Gladly the thick'ning mantle; and the green
And tender blade, that fear'd tiie chilling blast,
Escapes unhurt beneath so warm a veil.
In such a world, so thorny, and where none
Finds happiness unblighted, or, if found.
Without some tUisjiy~-sjorr4iw at its side ;
It seems the part of wisdom, and no sin
Against the law of love, to measure lots
With less distinguish'd than ourselves; that thus
iri{Si^\^ -v iid^S " ir>5 irM i^.f'^ v«-
WINTER EVENING. 103 ^
.0
We may with patience bear ojjr mod'rateJlHs, K ^
And sjmpathize witli others suff'ring more.
Ill fares the trav'ller now, and he that stalks
In poad'rous boots beside his reeking team.
The wain goes heavily, impeded sore
By congregated loads adhering close
To the clogg'd wheels; and in its sluggish pace
Noiseless appears a moving hill of snow.
The toiling steeds expand the nostril wide,
While ev'ry breath, by respiration strong
Forc'd downward, is consolidated soon
Upon their jutting chests. He, form'd to bear
The pelting brunt of the tempestuous night,
With half-shut eyes, and pucker'd checks, and teetii
Presented bare against the storm, plods on.
One hand secures his hat, save when with both
He brandishes his pliant length of whip,
Resounding oft, and never heard in vain.
O happy; and in my account, denied
That sensibility of pain, with which
Refinement is endu'd, thrice happy thou !
Thy frame, robust and hardy, feels indeed
The piercing cold, but feels it unimpair'd.
The learned finger never need explore
Thy vig'rous pulse; and the unhealthfiil east.
That breathes the spleen, and searches ev'ry bonf
Of the nifinn, is wholesome air to thee.
Thy days roll on exempt from household care ;
Thy waggon is thy wife ; and the poor beasts.
That drag the dull companion to and fro.
104 THE TASk. BOOK IV
Thine helpless charge, depeiuloiit on lliy care.
Ah treat them kindly ! rnde as thou appear'st,
Yet show that thou hast mercy ! wliich the great.
AVith needless huny whirl'd from place to place.
Humane as they would seem, not always show.
Poor, yet industrious, modest, quiet, neat,
Such clain^ compassion in a night like this.
And have a friend in ev'ry feeling heart.
Warm'd, while it lasts, by labour, all day long
They brave the season, and yet find at eve,
111 clad and fed but sparely, time to cool.
The frugal housewife trembles when she lights
Her scanty stock of brushwood, blazing clear^
But dying soon, like all terrestrial joys.
I The few small embers left she nurses well ;
\ And, while her infant race, with outspread hands
\ And crowded knees, sit cow'riiig o'er the sparks,
Retires, conteiit_to fjUtikCj so they be warm'd.
The man feels least, as more inur'd than she
To winter, and the current in his veins
More briskly raov'd by his severer toil ;
Yet he too finds his own distress in theirs.
The taper soon extinguish'd, which I saw
Dangled along at the cold finger's end
Just when the day declin'd ; and the brown loaf
Lodg'd on the shelf, half eaten without sauce
Of sav'ry cheese, or butter, costlier still ;
Sleep seems their onlyxftluge: for alas,
Where penury is felt the thought is chain'd,
And sweet colloquial pleasures are but few !,
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^Yitll all this thrift thcj thrive not. All the care,
Ingenious Parsimony takes, but just
Saves the small inventorj-, bed, and stool.
Skillet, and old carv'd chest, from public sale.
They live, and live without extorted alms
From grudging hands ; but other boast have none.
To sooth their honest pride, that scorns to beg,
Nor comfort else, but in their mutual love.
I praise you much, ye meek and pjiliciit pair,
For ye are worthy; choosing rather far
,\ dry but independent crust, hard earn'd,
And eaten with a sigh, than to endure
The rugged frowns and insolent rebuffs
Of knaves in office, partial in the work
Of distribution ; lib'ral of their aid
To clam'rous Importunity in rags,
But ofttimes deaf to suppliants, who woukl blush
To wear a tatter'd garb however coarse.
Whom famine cannot reconcile to filth :
These ask with painful shyness, and, refus'd
Because deserving, silently retire !
But be ye of good courage ! Time itself
Shall much befriend you. Time shall give increase;
And all your num'rous progeny, well-train'd
But helpless, in few years shall find their hands,
And labour too. Meanwhile ye shall not want
What, conscious of your virtues, we can spare,
Nor what a wealthier than ourselves may send.
I mean the man, who, when the distant poor f
Need help, denies them nothing but his name. |
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But poverty^^ith most, who wbiraper forfli
Their long complaints, is self-inflicted woe ;
The effect pXJazijiess or sottish waste. '>' > *'j^
Now goes the nightly thief prowling abroad
For plunder; much solicitous how best
He may compensate for a day of sloth
By works of darkness and nocturnal wrong.
Woe to the gard'ner's pale, the farmer's hedge,
Plash'd neatly, and secur'd with driven stakes
Deep in the loamy bank. Uptorn by strength,
Resistless in so bad a cause, but lame
To better deeds, he bundles up to the spoil,
An ass's burden, and, when laden most
And heaviest, light of foot steals fast away.
Nor does the boarded hovel better guard
The well-stack'd pile of riven logs and roots
From his pernicious force. Nor will he leave
Unwrench'd the door, however well secur'd,
Where Chanticleer amidst his haram sleeps
In unsuspecting pomp. Twitch'd from the perch,
He gives the princely bird, with all his wives.
To his voracious bag, struggling in vain.
And loudly wond'ring at the sudden change.
Nor this to feed his own. Twere some excuse,
Did pity of their sufi"'rings warp aside
His principle, and tempt him into sin
For their support, so destitute. But they
Neglected pine at home ; themselves, as more
Expos'd than others, with less scruple made
His victims, robb'd of tlicir defenceless all.
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WINTER EVENING. 107
Cruel is all he does. Tis quenchless thirst
Of ruiuous ebriety, that prompts
His ev'ry action, and irabrutes the man.
O for a law to noose the villain's neck,
Who starves his own ; wlio persecutes the blood
He gave them in his child rens' veins, and hates
And wrongs the woman, he has sworn to love !
Pass where we may, through city or through town,
Village or hamlet, of this meiTy land,
Though lean and beggar'd, ev'ry twentieth pace
Conducts th' unguarded nose to such a whiff
Of stale debauch, foith-issuing from the styes,
That Law has licens'd, as makes Temp'rance reel.
There sit, involv'd and lost in curling clouds
Of Indian fume, and guzzling deep, the boor,
The lackey, and the groom : the craftsman there
Takes a Lethean leave of all his toil ;
Smith, cobbler, joiner, he that plies the shears,
A«d-kelhat kneads tlie^dough ; all loud alike,
Allleamed, and all drunk^The liddle screams
"Plaintive and piteousTasTt wept and wail'd
Its wasted tones and harmony unheard:
Fierce the dispute whate'er the theme ; while she,
Fell Discord, arbitress of such debate,
Perch'd on the signpost, holds with even hand
Her undecisive scales. In this she lays
A weight of ignorance ; in that, of pride;
And smiles delighted with the eternal poise.
Dire is the frcciueut curse, and its twin sound
The cheek-distending oath, not to be prais'd
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108 THE TASK. BOOK IV,
As ornamental, musical, polite,
Like those, which modern senators employ.
Whose oath is rhct'ric, ami who swear for iame!
Behold the schools, in which plebeian minds
Once simple are initiated in arts.
Which some may practise with politer grace,
But none with readier skill ! — 'tis here they learn
The road, that leads from competence and peace
To indigence and rapine; till at last
Society, grown weary of the load.
Shakes her encumber'd lap, and casts them out.
But censure profits little: vain th' attempt
To advertise in verse a public pest.
That like the filth, with which the peasant feeds
His hungry acres, stinks, and is of use.
Th' excise is fatten'd with the rich result
Of all this riot ; and ten thousand casks,
For ever dribbling out their base contents,
Touch'd by the Midas finger of the state.
Bleed gold for ministers to sport away.
Drink, and be mad then ; 'tis your country bids !
Gloriously drunk obey th' important call !
Her cause demands th' assistance of your throats;
Ye all can swallow, and she asks no more.
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Would I had fall'n upon those happier days, nivn^
That poets celebrate ; those golden_times,, \A'A
And those Arcadian scenes, that Maro sings,
And Sidney, warbler of poetic prose.
Nymphs were Dianas then, and swains had hearts.
That felt their virtues ; Innocence, It seems.
WINTER EVENING. 100
From courts disniiss'd, found shelter in the groves ;
The footsteps of Simplicitj, impress'd
Upon the yieldin«c herMge (so they sing),
Then were not all effac'd : then speech profane,
And manners profligate, were rarely found,
Observ'd as prodigies, and soon reclaim'd.
Vain wish! those days were never: airy dreams
Sat for the picture: and the poeTl'hand,
Imparting substance to an empty shade,
Impos'd a gay delirium for a truth. "^
Grant it: I'sfTTTmust envy them an age.
That favourNl suchaLdrfiani; in days like these
Impossible, when Virtue is so scarce,
That to suppose a scene where she presides, ^^
Is tramontane, and stumbles all belief. v^ Z'
No : we are pjolisii'd now. The rural lassn ''^ 3 "^
Whom once her virgin modesty and grace, I f>^ ^ )
Her artless manners, and her neat attire, /" ^y l
So dignified, that she was hardly less ( . 'v
Than the fair sheph^ttLoP*! of- old romance.
Is seen no more. / The character is lost ! •
Her head, adorn'd with lappets pum'd aloft.
And ribbands streaming gay, superbly rais'd,
And magnified beyo.nd all human size, . ;
Indebted to some smart wig-weaver's hand fr'^
For more than half the tresses it sustains ; /^
Her elbows ruffled, and her tott'ring form |
III propp'd upon French heels ; she might be deem'd
(But that the basket dangling on her arm
Interprets her more truly) of a rank
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110 THE TASK. BOOK lY.
Too proud for dairy work, or sale of eggs,
^^xpect her soon with footboy at her lieels,
/No longer blushing for her awkward load,
{^Her train and her umbrella all her care !
The town has tiug'd the couniry ; and the stain
Appears a spot upon a vestal's robe,
The worse for what it soils. The fashion runs
Down into scenes still rural ; but alas,
Scenes rarely grac'd with rural manners, now !
Time was when in the pastoral r<?trea.t -
Th' unguarded door w^ safe; men did not watch
T' invade another's right, or guard their own.
Then sleep was undisturb'd by fear, unscar'd
By drunken bowlings; and the chilling tale
Of midnigiit murder was a wonder heard
With doubtful credit, told to frighten babes.
But farewell now to unsuspicious nights,
And slumbers unalarm'd! Now, ere you sleep,
See that jour polish'd arms be prim'd with care,
And drop the »i^lUJiolt ;— ruffians are abroad ;
And the first larum of the cock's shrill throat
May prove a trumpet, summoning your ear
To horrid sounds of hostile feet within.
Ev'n daylight Jiasita^angers ; and the walk
Through pathless wastes aiTd woods, uuconsciousonce
Of other tenants than melodious birds.
Or harmless flocks, is hazardous and bold.
Lamented change! to which full many a cause
"TnrvetVate, hopeless of a cure, conspires.
The course of human things from good to ill.
WINTER EVENING. Ill
From ill to worse, is fatal, never fails. '~~)
Increase of power begets increase of ^eytji^ C,^
Wealth liixUry, and luxury excess; /
Excess, the scrofulous and itchy plague, )
That seizes first the opulent, descends
To the next rank contagious, and in time
Taints downward all the graduated scale
Of order, from the chariot to the plough.
The rich, and they that have an arm to check
The license of the lowest in degree.
Desert their office ; and themselves, intent
On pleasure, haunt the capital, and thus
,To all the violence of lawless hands
Resign the scenes, their presence might protect.
Authority itself not seldom sleeps,
Though resident, and witness of the wrong.
The plump convivial parson often bears
The magisterial sword in vain, and lays
His rev'rence and his worship both to rest
On the same cushion of habitual slQth.
Perhaps timidity restrains his arm ;
When he should strike he trembles, and sets free,
Himself enslav'd by terror of the band,
Th' audacious convict, whom he dares not bind.
Perhaps though by profession ghostly pure,
He too may have his vice, and sometimes prove
Less dainty than becomes his grave outside
In lucrative concerns. Examine well
His milk-white hand ; the palm is hardly clean —
But here and there an ugly smutch appears.
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112 THE TASK. BOOK IV
FoJiX 'twas a bribe tliat left it : he has touch'd
/"l^orruptiOs. Whoso seeks an audit here
^- Propitious, pays his tribute, game or fish,
Wildfowl or veu'son; and his errand speeds.
But faster far, and more tlian all the rest,
A noble cause, which none w ho bears a spark
Of public virtue, ever wish'd remov'd,
W^orks the deplor'd and mischievous effect.
'Tis universal soldiership has stabb'd
The heart of merit in the meaner class.
Arms, through the vanity and brainless rage
Of those that bear them, in whatever cause,
Seem most at variance with all moral good.
And incompatible with serious thought.
The clown, the child of nature, without guile,
Blest with an infant's ignorance of all
But his own simple pleasures ; now and then
A wrestling match, a foot race, or a fair;
"Is ballotted, and trembles at the news:
Sheepish he doffs his hat, and mumbling swears
A bible-oath to be whatc'er they please.
To do he knows not w hat. The task perform'd,
That instant he becomes the sergeant's care,
His pupil, and his torment, and his jest.
His awkward gait, his introverted toes.
Bent knees, round shoulders, and dejected looks,
Procure him many a curse. By slow degrees,
Unapt to learn, and form'd of stubborn stuff,
He yet by slow degrees puts off himself,
Grows conscious of a change, and likes it well ;
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AVINTER EVENING. 113
He stands erect; his slouch becomes a walk;
He steps rigli'f'onward, martial in his air,
His form, and movement; is as smart above
As meal and larded locks can make him ; wears
His hat, or his pliim'd helmet, with a grace;
And, his three years of heroship expir'd,
Returns indignant to the slighted plough.
He hates the field in which no fife or drum
Attends him ; drives his cattle to a marcli ;
And sighs for the smart comrades he has left.
'Twere well if his exterior change were all —
But with his clumsy port the wretch has lost
His ignorance and harmless manners too.
To swear, to game, to drink ; to show at horae^
By lewdness, idleness, and sabbath-breach,
The great proficiency he made abroad :
T' astonish and to grieve his gazing friends ;
To break some maiden's and his mother's heart;
To be a pest where he was useful once ;
Are his sole aim, and all his glory, now.
Man in society is like a flow'r
Blown in its native bed: 'tis there alone
His faculties, expanded in full bloom,
Shine out ; there only reach their proper use.
But man, associated and leagu'd with man
By regal warrant, or self-join'd by bond
For int'rest sake, or swarming into clans
Beneath one head for purposes of w ar.
Like flow'rs selected from the rest, and boiuid
And bundled close to fiH some crowded vase,
Jpy^^-T ! v^->-'r»C v.*
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114 THE TASK. COOK IV.
Fades rapidly, and, by compression man'd,
Contracts defilement not to be endnr'd.
Hence cbarter'd borouglis are such publi^ jjlagues ;
And burghers, men immaculate perhaps
In all their private funclious, once combin'd,
Become a loathsome body, only fit
For dissolution, hurtful to the main.
Hence merchants, unimpeachable of sin
Against the charities of domestic life,
Incorporated seem at once to lose
Their nature ; and disclaiming all regard
For mercy and the common rights of man.
Build factories with blood, conducting trade
At the sword's point, and dyeing the white robe
Of innocent commercial Justice red.
Hence too the field of glory, as the world
Misdeems it, daziiled by its bright anuy.
With all its majestj of Ihund'ring poinp^
Enchanting music, and immortal wTreaths,
/Is but a school where thoughtlessness is taught
f On principle, where foppery atones
For folly, gallantry for ev'ry vice.
But slighted as it is, and by the great
Abandon'd, and, which still I more regret.
Infected with the manners and the modes,
It knew not once, the country winsjne still.
I never fram'd a wish, or form'd a plan.
That flattcr'd me with hopes of earthly bliss.
But tliere 1 laid the scene. There early stray'd
IMy fancy, ere yet liberty of choice
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WINTER EVENING. 115
Had found me, or the hope of being free.-'
My very dreams were rural ; rural too
The first-born eflorts of my youthful muse,
Sportive and jingling her poetic bells,
Ere yet her ear was mistress of their pow'rs.
No bard could please me, but whose lyre was tun'd
To Nature's praises. Heroes and their feats
Fatigu'd me, never weary of the pipe
Of Tityrus, assembling, as he sang.
The rustic throng beneath his fav'rite beech.
Then Milton had indeed a poet's charms :
New to my taste his Paradise surpass'd
The struggling efforts of my boyish tongue
To speak its excellence. I danc'd for joy.
I marveird much, that, at so ripe an age
As twice seven years, his beauties had then first
Engag'd my wonder; and admiring still.
And still admiring, with regret supposed
The joy half lost because not sooner found.
There too enaniour'd of the life I lov'd,
Pathetic in its praise, in its pursuit
Deterniin'd, and possessing it at last
With transports, such as favour'd lovers feel,
I studied, priz'd, and wish'd that I had known,
Ingenious Cowley ! and, though now reclaim'd
By modern lights from an erroneous taste,
I cannot but lament thy splendid wit
Entangled in the cobwebs of the schools.
I still revere thee, courtly though retir'd;
Though stretch'd at ease in Chertsey's silent bow'rs.
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IIG THE TASK. IJOOK IV.
Not unemploy'd ; and finding rich amends
For a lost world in solitude and verse.
'Tis born vvith all : the love of Nature's works
Is an ingredient in the compound man,
Infus'd at the creation of the kind.
And, though th' Almighty Maker has throughout
Discrim'nated each from each, by strokes
And touches of his hand, with so much art
Diversified, that two were never found
Twins at all points — yet this obtains in all,
'J'liat all discern a beauty in his works,
And all can taste tiiem: minds, that have been form'd
And tutor'd, with a relish more exact,
J3ut none without some relish, none unraov'd.
It is a flame, that dies not even there.
Where nothing feeds it: neither ljLUsinesSrXlovv(i£,
Nor habits of luxurious city life.
Whatever else they smother of true worth
In human bosoms ; quench it or abate.
The villas, with which London stands begirt.
Like a swarth Indian with his belt of beads,
Prove it. A breath of unadult'rate air,
The glimpse of a green pasture, how they cheer
Ihe citizen, and brace liis languid frame !
Ev'n in the stifling bosom of the town
A garden, in which nothing thrives, has charms.
That sooth the rich possessor ; much consol'd
That here and there some sprigs of mournful mint,
Of nightshade, or valerian, grace the well
He cultivates. These serve him with a hint,
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WINTER EVENING. 117
That Nalure lives; that sight-refreshing green
Is still the liv'ry she delights to wear,
Though sickij' samples of th' exub'rant whole.
What are the casements liri'd with creeping herbs,
The prouder sashes fronted with a range
Of orange, m)rtle, or the fragrant weed.
The Frenchman's darling*? are tliey not all proofs,
That man, immur'd in cities, still retains
His inborn in&xti»g«ishftWe thirst
Of rural scenes, compensating his loss
By supplemental shifts, the best he may?
The most unfuruish'd with the means of life,
^And they, that never pass their brick-wall bounds.
To range the fields, and treat their lungs with air.
Yet feel the burning instinct : over head
Suspend their crazy boxes, planted thick.
And water'd duly. There the pitcher stands
A fragment, and the spoutless tea-pot there ;
Sad witnesses how close-pent man regrets
The country, with what ardour he contrives
A peep at Nature, when he can no more.
IJail, therefore, patroness of health, and ease.
And contemplation, heart-consoling joys
And harmless pleasures, in the throng'd abode
Of multitudes unknown; hail, rurallife !
Address himself who will to the pursuit
Of honours, or emolument, or fame; \ /^^ f"^'
I shall not add myself to such a chasep^/^
Thwart his attempts, or envy TiTs~success.
118 THE TASK. BOOK IV
Sonic must be great. Great offices will have
-L., Great talents. And God gives to ev'ry man
^ /The virtue, temper, understanding, taste,
i^ JThat lifts him into life, and lets him fall
— ^ust in the niche, he was ordaiu'd to fill.
To the deliv'rer of an injur'd land
He gives a tongue t' enlarge upon, a heart
To feel, and courage to redress her wrongs ;
To moiiarchs dignity ; to judges sense ;
To artists ii>seuuiih[ji.nd skill;
V To me an unambitious mind, content
/ In the low vale of life, that early felt
")A wish for ease and leisure, and ere long
/ Found here that leisure and that ease Iiwish'd.
TMM TASK
^0@JK V",
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Forth goes the woodman, leaving- unconcerned
The cheerful haunts of man, to ivield the axe
And dinve the wedg-e in yonder forest di-ear,
:RAVfM BY RICHARD WESTALL RJl. ENGRAVED BV -F. ENGLEHEART:
PUBLISHED BY JOHN SHARPS. PICCADILLY.
OCT. 1.1817.
THE TASK.
BOOK V.
THE WINTER MORNING WALK.
\ frosty morning. — The fodderiug of catile. — The woodman and his
dug. — The poultry. — Whimsical effects of a ^rost at a waterfall. — The
Empress of Russia's palace of ice — Amiisemeuts of monarcbs. —
War, one of them. — Wars, whence — .\nd whence monarchy. — The
evils of it.— English and French loyalty contrasted The Bastile,
and a prisoner there — Liberty the chief recommendation of this
conntry. — Modern patriotism questionable, and why. — The perish-
able nature of the best human institutons.— Spiritual liberty not
perishable The slavish stale of man by nature.— Deliver him.
Deist, if you can. — Grace mnst 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.
Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb
Ascending, lires th' horizon; while the clouds,
That crowd aw ay before the driving wind,
^lore ardent as the disk emerges more,
Resemble most some city in a blaze,
Seen through the leafless wood. His slanting ray
120 THE TASK. 1500K V.
Slides ineffectual down the snowy vale,
And, tinging all with his own rosy hue,
From ev'ry herb and ev'ry spiry blade
Stretches a length of shadow o'er the field.
Mine, spindling into longitude immense.
In spite of gravity, and sage remark
That I myself am but a fleeting shade,
Provokes me to a smile. With eye askance
I view the muscular proportion'd limb
Transform'd to a lean shank. The shapeless pair,
As they design'd to mock me, at my side
Take step for step ; and, as I near approach
The cottage, walk along the plastcr'd wall,
Prepost'rous sight! (he legs without the man.
The verdure of the plain lies buried deep
Beneath the dazzling deluge; and the bents.
And coarser grass, upspearing o'er the rest,
Of late unsightly and unseen, now sliine
Conspicuous, and in bright apparel clad,
And, tledg'd with icy feathers, nod superb.
The cattle mourn in corners, where the fence
Screens them, and seem half petrified to sleep
In unrecumbent sadness. There they wait
Their wonted fodder; not like hung'ring man.
Fretful if unsupplied ; but silent, meek.
And patient of the slow-pac'd swain's dela\'.
He from the stack carves out th' accustom'd load.
Deep-plunging, and again deep-plunging oft,
His broad keen knife into the solid mass:
Smooth as a wall the upright remnant stands,
WINTER MORNING WALK. 121
With such undeviating and even force
He severs it away : no needless care,
Lest storms should overset the leaning pile
Deciduous, or its own unbalanc'd weight.
Forth goes the woodman, leaving unconcern 'd
The cheerful haunts of man ; to wield the axe,
And drive the wedge, in yonder forest drear,
From morn to eve his solitary task.
Shaggy, and lean, and shrewd, with pointed ears
And tail cropp'd short, half lurcher and half cur,
His dog attends him. Close behind his heel
Now creeps he slow ; and now, with many a fiisk
Wide-scamp'ring, snatches up the drifted snow
With iv'ry teeth, or ploughs it with his snout ;
Then shakes his powder'd coat, and barks for joy.
Heedless of all his pranks, the sturdy churl
Moves right toward the mark ; nor stops for aught,
But now and then with pressure of his thumb
T' adjust the fragrant charge of a short tube,
That fumes beneath his nose: the trailing cloud
Streams far behind him, scenting all the air.
Now from the roost, or from the neighb'ring pale,
Where, diligent to catch the fust faint gleam
Of smiling day, they gossip'd side by side.
Come trooping at the housewife's well-known call
The feather'd tribes domestic. Half on wing,
And half on foot, they brush the fleecy flood,
Conscious and fearful of too deep a plunge.
The sparrows peep, and quit the shelt'ring eaves.
To seize the fair occasion ; well they eye
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Tlie scatter'd grain, and thievishly resolv'd
T' escape th' impending famine, often scar'd
As oft retnrn, a pert voracious kind.
Clean riddance quickly made, one only care
Remains to each, the search of sunny nook,
Or shed impervious to the blast. Resign'd
To sad necessity, the cock foregoes
His wonted strut ; and, wading at their head
With well-consider'd steps, seems to resent
His alter'd gait and statcliness retrench'd.
How find the myriads, that in summer cheer
The hills and valleys with their ceaseless songs,
Due sustenance, or where subsist they now?
Earth yields them nought; th' imprison'd worm is safe
Beneath the frozen clod ; all seeds of herbs
Lie cover'd close ; and berry-bearing thorns.
That feed the thrush (whatever some suppose),
Afford the smaller minstrels no supply.
The long protracted ligoiu' of the year
Thins all their num'rous flocks. In chinks and holes
Ten thousand seek an unmolested end.
As instinct prompts ; self-buried ere they die.
The very rooks and daws forsake the fields.
Where neither grub, nor root, nor earth-nut, now
Repays their labour more ; and perch'd aloft
By the way side, or stalking in the path,
Lean pensioners upon the traveller's track,
Pick up their nauseous dole, though sweet to them,
Of voided pulse or half-digested grain.
The streams are lost amid the splendid blank,
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O'envhelming all distinction. On the flood,
Indurated and fix'd, the snowy weight
Lies undissolv'd ; while silently beneath,
And unperceiv'd, the current steals away.
Not so where, scornful of a check, it leaps
The niilldani, dashes on the restless wheel,
And wantons in the pebbly gulf below :
No frost can bind it there; its utmost force
Can but arrest the light and smoky mist.
That in its fall the liquid sheet throws wide.
. And see where it has hung th' embroider'd banks
With forms so various, that no pow'rs of art.
The pencil or the pen, may trace the scene !
Here glitt'ring turrets rise, upbearing high
(Fantastic niisarrangement !) on the roof
Large growth of what may seem the sparkling trees
And shrubs of fairy land. The crystal drops.
That trickle down the branches, fast congeal'd.
Shoot into pillars of pellucid length,
And prop the pile they but adorn'd before.
Here grotto within grotto safe defies
The sunbeam ; there, emboss'd and fretted wild.
The growing wonder takes a thousand shapes
Capricious, in which fancy seeks in vain
The likeness of some object seen before.
Thus Nature works as if to mock at Art,
And in defiance of her rival pow'rs ;
By these fortuitous and random strokes
Performing such inimitable feats.
As she with all her rules can never reach.
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Less worthj' of applause, though more admir'd,
Because a novelty, the work of man,
Imperial mistress of the fur-clad Russ,
Tliy most magnificent and mighty freak,
The wonder of the North. No forest fell,
When thou wouldst build ; no quarry sent its stores,
T' enrich thy walls ; but thou didst hew the floods,
And make thy marble of the glassy wave.
In such a palace Aristaeus found
Cyrene, when he bore the plaintive tale
Of his lost bees to her maternal ear:
In such a palace Poetry might place
The armory of Winter ; where his troops,
The gloomy clouds, find weapons, arrowy sleet,
Skin-piercing volley, blossom-bruising hail.
And snow, that often blinds the trav'ller's course,
And \vraps him in an unexpected tomb.
Silently as a dream the fabiic rose ;
No sound of hammer or of saw was there:
Ice upon ice, the well-adjusted parts
Were soon conjoin'd, nor other cement ask'd
Tlian water interfus'd to make them one.
Lamps gracefully dispos'd, and of all hues,
Illumin'd ev'ry side: a wat'ry light
Gleam'd through the clear transparency, that seem'd
Another moon new ris'n, or meteor fall'n
From Heav'n to Earth, of lambent flame serene.
So stood the brittle prodigy ; though smooth Si
And slipp'ry the materials, yet frost-bound S(
Firm as a rock. Nor wanted aught within, .li
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That royal residence might well befit,
For grandeur or for use. Loug wavy wreaths
Of llow'rs, that fear'd no enemy but warmth,
Blush'd on the pannels. Mirror needed none
Where all was vitreous ; but in order due
Convivial table and commodious seat
(What seem'd at least commodious seat) were there;
Sofa, and couch, and high-built throne august.
The same lubricity w as found in all.
And all was moist to the warm touch ; a scene
Of evanescent glory, once a stream.
And soon to slide into a stream again.
Alas ! 'twas but a mortifying stroke
Of undesign'd severity, that glanc'd
(Made by a monarch) on her own estate,
On human grandeur and the courts of kings.
'Twas transient in its nature, as in show
Tm as durable ; as w orthless, as it seem'd
Intrinsically precious ; to the foot
Treach'rous and false; it srail'd, and it was cold.
Great princes have great playthings. Some have
At hewing mountains into men, and some [play'd
At building human wonders mountain-high.
Some have amus'd the dull sad years of life
(Life spent in indolence, and therefore sad),
With schemes of monumental fame ; and sought
By pyramids and mausolean pomp,
Shortliv'd themselves, t' immortalize their bones.
Some seek diversion in the tented field.
And make the sorrows of mankind their sport.
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But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise,
Kings would not play at. Nations would do well,
T' extort their truncheons from tlie puny liauds
Of heroes, whose infirm and baby minds
Are gratified with mischief; and who spoil,
Because men suffer it, their toy the world.
When Babel was confounded, and the great
Confed'racy of projectors wild and vain
Was split into diversity of tongues.
Then, as a shepherd separates his flock,
Tliese to the upland, to the valley those,
God drove asunder, and assign'd their lot
To all the nations. Ample was the boon
He gave them, in its distribution fair
Aud equal: and he bade them dwell in peace.
Peace was awhile their care : they plough 'd, aud sow'd.
And reap'd their plenty without grudge or strife.
But violence can never longer sleep
Than human passions please. In cvVy heart
Are sown the sparks that kindle fiery war ;
Occasion needs but fan them, and they blaze.
Cain had already shed a brother's blood :
The deluge wash'd it out ; but left unquench'd
The seeds of murder in the breast of man.
Soon by a righteous judgment in the line
Of his descending progeny was found
The first artificer of death ; the shrewd
Contriver, who first sweated at the forge,
Aud forc'd the blunt and yet unbloodied steel
To a keen edge, and made it bright for w ar.
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Him, Tubal nam'd, the Vulcan of old times,
The sword and falchion their inventor claim ;
And the first smith was the tirst murd'rer's son.
His art surviv'd the waters ; and ere long,
When man was multiplied and spread abroad
In tribes and clans, and had begun to call
These meadows and that range of hills his own,
The tasted sweets of property begat
Desire of more ; and industry in some,
T' improve and cultivate their just demesne,
Made others covet what they saw so fair.
Thus war began on Earth: these fought for spoil.
And those in self-defence. Savage at first
The onset, and irregular. At length
One eminent above the rest for strength,
For stratagem, for courage, or for all,
Was chosen leader; him they serv'd in war.
And him in peace, tor sake of warlike deeds,
Rev'reuc'd no less. Who could with him compare ?
Or who so worthy to control themselves,
As he, whose prowess had subdu'd their foes?
Thus war, affording field for the display
Of virtue, made one chief, whom times of peace.
Which have their exigencies too, and call
For skill in government, at length made king.
King was a name too proud for man to wear
With modesty and meekness ; and the crown,
So dazzling in their eyes, who set it on,
Was sure t' intoxicate the brows it bound.
It is the abject property of most,
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That, being parcel of the coramon mass,
And destitute of means to raise themselves,
The)' sink, and settle lower than they need.
They know not what it is to feel within
A comprehensive faculty, that grasps
Great purposes with ease, that turns and wield?.
Almost without an effort, plans too vast
For their conception, which they cannot move.
Conscious of impotence they soon n;row drunk
With gazing, when they see an able man
Step forth to notice : and besotted thus
Build him a pedestal, and say, " Stand there.
And be our admiration and our praise."
They roll themselves before him in the dust.
Then most deserving in their own account,
When most extravagant in his applause,
As if exalting him they rais'd themselves.
Thus by degrees, self-cheated of their sound
And sober judgment, that he is but man.
They demi-deify and fume him so,
That in due season he forgets it too.
Inflated and astrut with self-conceit,
He gulps the windy diet; and ere long,
Adopting their mistake, profoundly thinks
The World was made in vain, if not for him.
Thenceforth they are his cattle : drudges, born
To bear his burdens, drawing in his gears,
And sweating in his service, his caprice
Becomes the soul that animates them all.
He deems a thousand, or ten thousand lives.
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Spent in the purchase of renown for him,
An easy reck'ning; and they think the same.
Thus kings were first invented, and thus kings
W ere burnish'd into lieroes, and became
The arbiters of this terraqueous swamp ;
Storks among frogs, that Iiave but croak'd and died.
Strange, that such folly, as lifts bloated man
To eminence fit only for a god.
Should ever drivel out of human lips.
Even in the cradled weakness of the world !
Still stranger much, that when at length mankind
Had reach'd the sinewy firmness of their youth,
And could discriminate and argue well
On subjects more mysterious, they were yet
Babes in the cause of freedom, and should fear
And quake before the gods themselves had made:
But above measure strange, that neither proof
Of sad experience, nor examples set
By some whose patriot virtue has prevail'd.
Can even now, when they are grown mature
In wisdom, and with philosophic deeds
Familiar, serve t' emancipate the rest !
Such dupes are men to custom, and so prone
To rev'rence what is ancient, and can plead
A course of long obsen ance for its use,
That even servitude, the worst of ills,
Because deliver'd down from sire to son,
Is kept and guarded as a sacred thing.
But is it fit, or can it bear the shock
Of rational discussion, that a man,
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Compounded and made up like other men
Of elements tumultuous, in whom lust
And foil}' in as ample measure meet,
As in the bosoms of the slaves he rules.
Should be a despot absolute, and boast
Himself the only tretman of his land?
Should, when he pleases, and on whom he will,
Wage wa", with any or with no pretence
Of provocation giv'n, or wrong sustain'd,
And force the beggarly last doit by means,
That his own humour dictates, from the clutch
Of Poverty, that thus he may procure
His thousands, weary of penurious life,
A splendid opportunity to die?
Say ye, who (with less prudence than of old
Jotham ascrib'd to his assembled trees
In politic convention) put your trust
I'th' shadow of a bramble, and rcclin'd
In fancied peace beneath his dang'rous brancli.
Rejoice in him, and celebrate his sway,
Where find ye passive fortitude? Whence springs
Your self-denying zeal, that holds it good
To stroke the prickly grievance, and to hang
His thorns with streamers of continual praise?
We too are friends to loyalty. We love
The king, who loves the law, respects his bounds.
And reigns content within them : him we serve
Freely and with delight, who leaves us free :
But, recollecting still, that he is man,
We tnist him not too far. King though he he^
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And king in England too, he may be weak,
And vain enough to be ambitious still ;
May exercise amiss his proper pow'rs,
Or covet more than freemen choose to grant !
Beyond that mark is treason. He is ours,
T' administer, to guard, t' adorn, the state,
But not to warp or change it. We are his.
To serve him nobly in the common cause,
True to the death, but not to be his slaves.
Mark now the difi''ren(;e, ye that boast your love
Of kings, between your loyalty and ours.
We love the man, the paltry pageant you:
We the chief patron of the commonwealth.
You the regardless author of its woes :
We for the sake of liberty a king.
You chains and bondage for a tyrant's sake.
Our love is principle, and has its root
In reason, is judicious, manly, free ;
Yours, a bhnd instinct, crouches to the rod.
And licks the foot, that treads it in the dust.
W'ere kingship as true treasure as it seems.
Sterling, and worthy of a wise man's wish,
I would not be a king to be belov'd
Causeless, and daub'd with undiscerning praise,
Where love is mere attachment to the throne,
Not to the man, who fills it as he ought.
Whose freedom is by suft'rance, and at will
Of a superior, he is never free.
W^ho lives, and is not weary of a life
Expos'd to manacles, deserves them well.
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The state that strives for liberty, though foil'd,
And forc'd to abandon what she bravely souglit,
Deserves at least applause for her attempt,
And pity for her loss. But that's a cause
Not often unsuccessful ; pow'r usurp 'd
Is weakness when oppos'd ; conscious of wrong,
'Tis pusillanimous and prone to flight.
But slaves, that once conceive the glowing thought
Of freedom, in that hope itself possess
All that the contest calls for ; spirit, strength,
The scorn of danger, and united hearts;
The surest presage of the good they seek *.
' Then shame to manhood, and opprobrious more
To France than all her losses and defeats.
Old or of later date, by sea or land.
Her house of bondage, worse than that of old
Which God aveng'd on Pharaoh — the Bastile.
Ye horrid tow'rs, the abode of broken hearts;
Ye dungeons, and ye cages of despair,
That monarchs have supplied from age to age
With music, such as suits their sov'reign ears.
The sighs and groans of miserable men !
There's not an English heart, that would not leap
To hear that ye were fall'n at last; to know,
That ev'n our enemies, so oft employ'd
* The :iiithor hopes, that he shall not be censured for unnecessary
warmth upon so interesting a subject. He is aware, that it is become
almost fashionable, to stigmatize such sentiments as no better than
empty declamation ; hut it is an ill svniptom, and peculiar to modem
times.
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In forging chains for ns, themselves were free.
For he, who values Liberty, confines
His zeal for her predominance within
No narrow bounds; her cause engages him
Wherever pleaded. 'Tis the cause of man.
There dwell the most forlorn of humankind,
Immur'd though unaccus'd, condemn'd untried,
Cruelly spar'd, and hopeless of escape.
There, like the visionary emblem seen
By him of Babylon, life stands a stump,
And, filletted about with hoops of brass,
Still lives, though all his pleasant boughs are gone.
To count the hour-bell and expect no change;
And ever, as the sullen sound is heard,
Still to reflect, that, though a joyless note
To him, whose moments all have one dull pace,
Ten thousand rovers in the W orld at large
Account it music ; that it summons some
To theatre, or jocund feast, or ball:
The wearied hireling finds it a release
From labour; and the lover, who has chid
Its long delay, feels evVy welcome stroke
Upon his heart-strings, trembling with delight —
To fly for refuge from distracting thought
To such amusements, as ingenious woe
Contrives, hard-shifting, and without her tools —
To read engraven on the mouldy w alls,
In stagg'ring types, his predecessor's tale,
A sad memorial, and subjoin his own —
To turn purveyor to an overgorg'd
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And bloated spider, till the pamper'd pest
Is made familiar, watches his approach.
Comes at his call, and serves him for a friend —
To wear out time in numb'ring to and fro
The studs, that thick emboss his iron door;
Then downward and tiien upward, then aslant
And then alternate ; with a sickly hope
By dint cf change to give his tasteless task
Some relish ; till, the sum exactly found
In all directions, he begins again —
Oh comfortless existence ! henim'd around
With woes, which who that suffers would not kneel
And beg for exile, or the pangs of death ?
That man should thus eiicroach on fellow man,
Abridge him of his just and native rights,
Eradicate him, tear him from his hold
Lpon th' endearments of domestic life
And social, nip his fruitfulness and use,
And doom him for perhaps a heedless word
To barrenness, and solitude, and tears,
Moves indignation; makes the name of king
(Of king whom such prerogative can please)
As dreadful as the Mauichean god,
Ador'd tiirough fear, strong only to destroy.
'Tis liberty alone, that gives the flow'r
Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume ;
And we are weeds without it. All constraint,
Except what wisdom lays on evil men,
Is evil : hurts the faculties, impedes
Their progress in the road of science ; blinds
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The eyesight of Discov'ry; and begets
In those that sufl'er it a sordid mind
Bestial, a meagre intellect, unfit
To be the tenant of man's noble fonn.
Thee therefore still, blameworthy as thon art,
With all thy loss of empire, and though squeezed
By public exigence, till annual iood
Fails for the craving hunger of the state,
Thee I account still happy, and the chief
Among the nations, seeing thou art free ;
My native nook of earth ! Thy clime is rude,
Replete with vapours, and disposes much
All hearts to sadness, and none more than mine:
Thine unadult'rate manners are less soft
And plausible than sociai life requires,
And thou hast need of discipline and art.
To give thee what politer France receives
From Nature's bounty — that humane address
And sweetness, without which no pleasure is
In converse, either starv'd by cold reserve,
Or flush'd with fierce dispute, a senseless brawl :
Yet being free I love thee: for the sake
Of that one feature can be well content,
Disgrac'd as thou hast been, poor as thou art,
To seek no sublunary rest beside.
But once enslav'd farewell ! I could endure
Chains no where patiently ; and chains at home.
Where I am free by birthright, not at all.
Then what were left of roughness in the grain
Of British natures, wanting its excuse
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That it belongs to freemen, would disgust
And shock me. I should then with double pain
Feel all the rigour of thy fickle clime ;
And, if I must bewail the blessing lost,
For which our Hampdens and our Sidneys bled,
I would at least bewail it under skies
Milder, among a people less austere ;
In scener:., which, having never known me free,
Would not reproach me with the loss I felt.
Do I forebode impossible events.
And tremble at vain dreams? Heav'n grant I may!
But th' age of virtuous politics is past,
And we are deep in that of cold pretence.
Patriots are grown too shrewd to be sincere,
And we too wise to tiust them. He that takes
Deep in his soft credulity the stamp
Desigii'd by loud declaimers on tiie part
Of liberty, themselves the slaves of lust,
Incurs derision for his easy faith
And lack of knowledge, and with cause enough:
For when was public virtue to be found,
Where private was not? Can he love the whole,
Who loves no part? He be a nation's friend,
Who is in truth the friend of no man there?
Can he be strenuous in his country's cause,
Who slights the charities, for whose dear sake
That country, if at all, must be belov'd?
'Tis therefore sober and good men are sad
Fcr England's glory, seeding it wax pale
And sickly, while her champions wear their hearts
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So loose to private dutj', that no brain,
Healthful and undisturb'd by factious fumes,
Can dream them trusty to the gcn'ral weal.
Such were not they of old, whose temper'd blades
Dispers'd the shackles of usurp 'd control.
And hew'd them link from link : then Albion's sons
Were sons indeed ; they felt a filial heart
Beat high within them at a mother's wrongs ;
And, shining each in his domestic sphere,
Shone brighter still, once call'd to public view.
'Tis therelbre many, whose sequester'd lot
Forbids their interference, looking on,
Anticipate perforce some dire event;
And seeing the old castle of the state,
That promis'd once more firmness, so assail'd,
That all its tempest-beaten turrets shake,
Stand motionless expectants of its fall.
All has its date below : the fatal hour
Was register'd in Heav'u ere time began.
We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works
Die too : the deep foundations that we lay,
Time ploughs them up, and not a trace remains.
We build with what we deem eternal rock :
A distant age asks where the fabric stood ;
And in the dust, sifted and search'd in vain,
The undiscoverable secret sleeps.
But there is yet a liberty, unsung
By poets, and by senators unprais'd,
Which monarchs cannot grant, nor all the poM'rs
Of Earth and Hell confed'rate take away :
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A liberty, which persecution, fraud,
Oppression, prisons, have no pow'r to bind ;
Which whoso tastes can be enslav'd no more.
'Tis hberty of heart deriv'd from Heav'n,
Bought with HIS blood, who gave it to mankind.
And seal'd with the same token. It is held
By charter, and that charter sanction'd sure
By th' unimpeachable and awful oath
And promise of a God. His otlier gifts
All bear the royal stamp, that speaks them his.
And are august; but this transcends them all.
His other works, the visible dis})lay
Of all-creating energy and might,
Are grand no doubt, and worthy of the word,
That, finding an interminable space
Unoccupied, has fill'd the void so well.
And made so sparkling what was dark before.
But these are not liis glory. Man, 'tis true,
Smit with the beauty of so fair a scene,
Might well suppose th' artificer divine
Meant it eternal, had he not himself
Pronounc'd it transient, glorious as it is,
And, still designing a more glorious far,
Doom'd it as insufficient for his praise.
These therefore are occasional, and pass;
Form'd for the confutation of the fool.
Whose lying heart disputes against a God;
That oflBce serv'd, they must be swept away.
Not so the labours of his love : they shine
In other heav'ns than these that we behold.
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And fade not. There is Paradise that fears
No forfeiture, and of its fiiiits he sends
Large prelibation oft to saints below.
Of these the tirst In order, and the pledge
And confident assurance of the rest,
Is liberty; a flight into his arms,
Ere yet mortality's fine threads give way,
A clear escape from tyrannizing lust,
And full immunity from penal woe. ,
Chains are the portion of revolted man,
Stripes, and a dungeon ; and his body serves
The triple purpose. In that sickly, foul,
Opprobrious residence he finds them all.
Propcuse his heart to idols, he is held
In silly dotage on created things.
Careless of their Creator. And that low
And sordid gravitation of his pow'rs
To a vile clod so draws him, with such force
Resistless from the centre he should seek,
That he at last forgets it. All his hopes
Tend downward ; his ambition is to sink,
To reach a depth profounder still, and still
Profounder, in the fathomless abyss
Of folly, plunging in pursuit of death.
But ere he gain the comfortless repose
He seeks, and acquiescence of his soul
In Heav'n-renouncing exile, he endures —
What does he not, from lusts oppos'd in vain,
And self-reproaching conscience? He foresees
The fatal issue to his health, fame, peace,
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Fortune, and dignity ; the loss of all,
That can ennoble man, and make frail life,
Short as it is, supportable. Still worse,
Far worse than all the plagues, with which his sins
Infect his happiest moments, he forebodes
Ages of hopeless mis'ry. Future death.
And death still future. Not a hasty stroke.
Like that which seuds him to the dnsty grave;
But unrepealable enduriiig death.
•J Scripture is still a trumpet to his fears:
What none can prove a ibrg'ry n)ay be true;
What none but bad men wish exploded must.
That scruple checks him. Riot is not loud.
Nor drunk enough, to drown it. In the midst
Of laughter his compunctions are sincere;
And he abhors the jest by which he shines.
Remorse begets reform. His master-iust
Falls first before his resolute rebuke.
And seems dethron'd and vanquish'd. Peace ensues,
But spurious and short liv'd ; the puny child
Of self-congratulating Pride, begot
Ou fancied Innocence. Again he falls.
And fights again ; but finds his best essay
A presage ominous, portending still
Its own dishonour by a worse relapse.
Till Nature, unavailing Nature, foil'd
So oft, and wearied in the vain attempt,
Scoffs at her own performance. Reason now
Takes part with appetite, and pleads the cause
Perversely, wliich of late she so condemu'd ;
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With shallow shifts and old devices, worn
And tatter'd in the service of deliancli,
Cov'riiio: his siiame from his oflended sight.
"Hath God indeed giv'n appetitf> to man,
And stor'd the Earth so plenteous!} with means,
To gratify the huiiicer of his M'ish;
And doth he reprobate, and will he damn.
The use of iiis own bounty ? making tirst
So frail a kind, and then enacting- laws
So stiict, that less than perfect must despair?
Falsehood ! which whoso but suspects of truth
Dishonours God, and makes a slave of man.
Do they themselves, who undertake for hire
The teaciier's office, and dispense at large
Their weekly dole of edifying strains.
Attend to their own music? have they faith
In what with such solemnity of tone
And gesture they propound to our belief?
Nay — conduct hath the loudest tongue. The voice
Is but an instrument, on which the priest
May play what tune he pleases. In the deed,
The unequivocal, authentic deed,
We find sound argument, we read the heart."
Such reas'nings (if that name must needs belong
T' excuses in which reason has no part)
Serve to compose a spirit well inclin'd
To live on terms of amity with vice,
And sin without disturbance. Often urg'd
(As often as, libidinous discourse
Exhausted, he resorts to solemn themes
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Of theological and grave import),
They gain at last his uiireserv'd assent;
Till harden'd his heart's temper in the forge
Of lust, and on the anvil of despair,
He slights the strokes of conscience. Nothing moves,
Or nothing much, his constancy in ill ;
Vain tanp'ring has but foster'd his disease ;
'Tis desp'rate, and he sleeps the sleep of death.
Haste now, philosopher, and set him free.
Charm the deaf serpent wisely. Make him hear
Of rectitude and fitness, moral truth
How lovely, and the moral sense how sure,
Consulted and obey'd, to guide his steps
Directly to the first and only fair.
Spare not in such a cause. Spend all the pow 'rs
Of rant and rhapsody in virtue's praise:
Be most sublimely good, verbosely grand.
And with poetic trappings giace thy prose,
Till it outmantle all the pride of verse. —
Ah, tinkling cymbal, and high sounding brass,
Smitten in vain ! such music cannot charm
The eclipse, that intercepts truth's heav'nly beam.
And chills and darkens a wide-wand'ring soul.
The STILL SMALL VOICE is Wanted. He must speak,
Whose word leaps forth at once to its effect;
Who calls for things that are not, and they come.
Grace makes the slave a freeman. 'Tis a change,
That turns to ridicule the turgid speech
And stately tone of moralists, who boast,
As if, like him of fabulous renown.
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They had indeed ability to smooth
The shag of savage nature, and were each
An Orpheus, and omnipotent in song:
But transformation of apostate man
From fool to wise, from earthly to divine,
Is work for Him that made him. He alone,
And he by means in philosophic eyes
Trivial and worthy of disdain, achieves
The wonder; humanizing wliat is brute
In the lost kind, extracting from the lips
Of asps their venom, overpow'riug strength
By weakness, and hostility by love.
Patriots have toil'd, and in their country's cause
Bled nobly ; and their deeds, as they deserve,
Receive proud recompense. We give in charge
Their names to the sweet lyre. Th' historic muse.
Proud of the treasure, marches with it down
To latest times ; and Sculpture, in her turn,
Gives bond in stone and ever-during brass
I To guard them, and immortalize her trust ;
But fairer wreaths are due, though never paid,
To those, who, posted at the shrine of Truth,
Have fall'n in her defence. A patriot's blood,
Well spent in such a strife, may earn indeed,
And for a time ensure, to his lov'd land
The sweets of liberty, and equal laws ;
But martyrs struggle for a brighter prize,
And win it with more pain. Their blood is shed
In confirmation of the noblest claim.
Our claim to feed upon immortal truth,
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To walk with God, to be divinely free,
To soar, and to anticipate the skies.
Yet few remember them. They liv'd unknown,
Till persecution dragg'd them into fame,
And chas'd them up to Heav'n. Their ashes flew
— No marble tells us whither. With their names
No bard embalms and sanctifies his song:
And Iiistoi-j', so w arm on meaner themes,
Is cold on this. She execrates indeed
The tyranny that doom'd them to the fire,
But gives the glorious sutf'rers Uttle praise.
He is the freeman, whom the truth makes free.
And all are slaves beside. There's not a chain,
That hellish foes, confed'rate for his harm,
Can wind around him, but he casts it ofl",
With as much ease as Samson his green withes.
He looks abroad into the varied field
Of nature, and though poor perhaps, compar'd
With those whose mansions glitter in his sight,
Calls the delightful scen'ry all his own.
His are the mountains, and the valleys his,
And the resplendent rivers. His t' enjoy
With a propriety that none can feel,
But who with filial confidence inspir'd,
Can lift to Heav'n an unpresumptuous eye,
And smiling say — " My Father made them all !'•'
Are they not his by a peculiar right.
And by an emphasis of int'rest his,
Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy,
Whose heart with praise, and whose exalted mind
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%^'itli wortliy thou|?hts of that unwearied love,
That plaiin'd, and built, and still upholds^ a world
So clolh'd with beauty for rebellious man?
Yes — ye may fill your garners, ye that reap
The loaded soil, and ye may waste much good
In senseless riot; but ye will not find
In feast, or in the chase, in song or dance,
A liberty like his, who unimpeaeh'd
Of usurpation, and to no man's wrong.
Appropriates nature as his Father's work,
And has a richer use of yours than you.
He is indeed a freeman. Free by birth
Of no mean city ; plann'd or ere the hills.
Were built, the fountains opcu'd, or the sea
With all his roaring multitude of waves.
His freedom is the same in ev'ry state;
And no condition of this changeful life,
So manifold in cares, whose ev'ry day
Brings its own evil with it, makes it less:
For he has wings, that neither sickness, pain,
Nor penury, can cripple or confine.
No nook so jiarrow but he spreads them there
With ease, and is at large. Th' oppressor holds
His body bound ; but knows not what a range
His spirit takes, unconscious of a chain ;
And that to bind him is a vain attempt
Whom God delights in, and in whom he dwells.
Acquaint thyself with God, if thou wouldst taste
His works. Admitted once to his embrace,
Thou shalt perceive that thou wast blind before :
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Thine eye shall be instructed ; and thine heart
Made pure shall relish, with divine delight
Till then unfelt, what hands divine have wrought.
Brutes graze the mountain-top, with faces prone
And eyes intent upon the scanty herb
It yields them; or, recumbent on its brow,
Ruminaie heedless of the scene outspread
Beneath, beyond, and stretching far away
From inland regions to the distant main.
Man views it, and admires ; but rests content
With what he views. The landscape has his praise,
But not its author. Unconcern'd who form'd
The Paradise he sees, he finds it such,
And, such well pleas'd to lind it, asks no more.
Not so the mind, that has been touch'd from Heav'n,
And in the school of sacred wisdom taught,
To read his wonders, in whose thought the worlJ,
Fair as it is, existed ere it was.
Nor for its own sake merely, but for his
Much more, who fashion'd it, he gives it praise ;
Praise that from Earth resulting, as it ought.
To Earth's acknowledg'd sovereign, finds at once,
Its only just proprietor in Him.
The soul that sees him or receives sublim'd
New faculties, or learns at least t' employ
More worthily the pow'rs she own'd before,
Discerns in all things what, with stupid gaze
Of ignorance, till then she overlook'd,
A ray of heav'nly light, gilding all forms
Terrestrial ia the vast and the minute;
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The iiuanibiguous footsteps of the God,
Who gives its lustre to an insect's wing,
And wheels his throne upon the rolling worlds.
Much conversant with Heav'n, she often holds,
With those fair ministers of light to man,
That fill the skies nightly with silent pomp,
Sweet conference. Inquires what strains were they,
With which Heav'n rang, when ev'ry star, in haste
To gratulate the new-created Earth,
Sent forth a voice, and all the sons of God
Shouted for joy. — "Tell me, ye shining hosts,
That navigate a sea that knows no storms,
Beneath a vault unsullied with a cloud.
If from your elevation, whence ye view
Distinctly scenes invisible to man,
And systems, of whose birdi no tidings yet
Have reach'd this nether world, ye spy a race
Favour'd as ours; transgressors from the womb,
And hasting to a grave, yet doom'd to rise.
And to possess a brighter Heav'n than yours?
As one, who, long detain'd on foreign shores,
Pants to return, and when he sees afar
His country's weather-bleach'd and batter'd rocks.
From the green wave emerging, darts an eye
Radiant with joy towards the happy land ;
So I with animated hopes behold,
And many an aching wish, your beamy fires.
That show like beacons in the blue abyss,
Ordain'd to guide th' embodied spirit home
From toilsome life to never-ending rest.
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Love kindles as I g'aze. I feel desires,
That give assurance of their own success,
And that, infus'd from Heav'n, must thither tend."
So reads he nature, whom the lamp of truth
Illuminates. Thy lamp, mysterious V^'ord !
"Which whoso sees no longer wanders lost,
With intellects bemaz'd in endless doubt.
But runs the road of wisdom. Thou hast built
With mean, that were not till by thee cmplo3d,
"N^'orlds, that had never been hadst thou in strength
Been less, or less benevolent than strong.
They are thy Mitnesses, who sjieak thy pow'r
And goodness infinite, but speak in ears
That hear not, or receive not their report.
In vain thy creatures testify of thee,
Till thou proclaim thyself. 'J'heirs is indeed
A teaching voice ; but 'tis the praise of thine.
That whom it teaches it makes prompt to learn,
And with the boon gives talents for its use.
Till thou art heard, imaginations vain
Possess the heart, and fables false as Hell^
Yet, deem'd oracular, lure down to death
The uninform'd and heedless souls of men.
We give to chance, blind chance, ourselves as blind,
The glory of thy work ; which yet appears
Perfect and unimpeachable of blame.
Challenging human scrutiny, and prov'd
Then skilful most when most severely judg'd.
But chance is not; or is not where thou reign'st:
"Thy providence forbids that fickle pow'r
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(li' povv'r she be, that works but to confound)
To mix her wihl vagaries witli thy laws.
Yet thus we dote, refusing while we can
Instruction, and inventing to ourselves
Gods such as guilt makes welcome; gods that sleep,
Or disregard our follies, or that sit
Amus'd spectators of this bustling stage.
Thee we reject, unable to abide
Thy purity, till pure as thou art pure,
Made such by thee, we love thee far that cause,
For which we shunn'd and hated thee before.
Then we are free. Then liberty, like day.
Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heav'u
Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.
A voice is heard, that mortal ears hear not.
Till thou hast touch'd them ; 'tis the voice of song —
A loud Hosanna sent from all thy works ;
Which he that hears it with a shout repeats,
And adds his rapture to the genVal praise.
In that blest moment Nature, throwing wide
Her veil opaque, discloses with a smile
The author of her beauties, who, retir'd
Behind his own creation, works unseen
By the impure, and hears his pow'r denied.
Thou art the source and centre of all minds,
Their only point of rest, eternal Word!
From thee departing, they are lost, and rove
At random, without honour, hope, or peace.
From thee is all, that sooths the life of man,
His high endeavour, and his glad success,
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His strength to suffer, and his will to serve.
But O thou bounteous giver of all good,
Thou art of all thy gifts thyself the crown!
Give what tiiou canst, without thee we are poor;
And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.
That calls the unwonted villager abroad
TOth an lier little ones, a sportivE trairL.
To gather Mng'-cups in the yellow mead.
DRAWN BY RICHARD WE S TALL R. A. EN GRAVED BY GEORC7E
PUBLISHED BYvTOHN SHARPE, PICCADILLY.
OCT. 1.1817.
THE TASK.
BOOK VI.
THE WINTER WALK AT NOON.
Bells at a distance— Their eflfect.— A fine noon in winter. — A sheltered
walk.— Meditation better than books.— Our familiarity with the
course of i.ature makes it appear les^s wonderful than it is.— The
transformation that spring efiects in a shrubbery described.— A
mistake conceruina the course of nature corrected. — God maintains
it by an unremitted act —The amusemer.ts fa.-hionable at this hour
of the day reproved. — Animals happy, a delightful sisjht. — Origin
of cruelty to animals. — That it is a great crime proved from Scrip-
ture.—That proof illustrated by a tale.— A line drawn between the
lawful and unlawful destruction of them.— Their good and useful
properties insisted on. — Apology for the encomiums bestowed by
the author on animals. — Instances of man's extravagant praise of
man. — The groans of the creation shall have an end. — A view taken
of the restoration of all things. — An invocation and an invitation
of Him who sl.al! biing it to pass. — The retired man vindicated
from the charge of uselessuess. — Conclusion.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds,
And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleas'd
With melting airs or martial, brislc or grave ;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
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Is touch'd willjin us, and the heart replies.
How soft the music of those village bells,
Failing at intervals upon the ear
In eadence sweet, now djing all away,
Now pealing loud again, and louder still,
Clear and sonorous, as the gale eonies on !
With easy force it opens all the cells
Where Mem'ry slept. Wherever I have heanl
A kindred melody, the scene recurs,
And «ith it all its pleasures and its pains.
Such comprehensive views the spirit takes.
That in a few short moments I retrace
(As in a map the voyager his course)
The windings of my way through many years.
Short as in retrospect the journey seems.
It seem'd not always short; llie rugged path,
And prospect oft so dreary and forlorn,
Mov'd many a sigh at its disheart'ning length.
Yet feeling present e\iis, while the past
Faintly impress the mind, or not at all,
How readily we wish time spent revok'd,
That we might trj the ground again, where onco
(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
When most severe, and must'ring all its force.
Was but the graver coiU)tenanec of love ;
Whose favour, like the clouds of spring, might low'r,
And utter now and then an awful voice,
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But had a blessing; in its darkest frown,
Tiireat'niiisf at once and uourisliino- tlie plant.
We lo\'d, but not enough, the gentle hand.
That rear'd us. At a thoughtless age, allnr'd
By evV} gilded folly, we renoiinc'd
His shelt'ring side, and wilfully forewent
That converse, which we now in vaiu regret.
How gladly would the man recall to life
The boj's neglected sire! a mother too,
That softer friend, perhaps more gladly still,
Might he demand them at the gates of death.
Sorrow has, since they went, subdu'd and tani'd
The pla>ful humour; he could now endure
(Himself grown sober in the vale of tears),
And feel a parent's presence no restraint.
But not to understand a treasure's worth,
Till time has stol'n away the slighted good,
Is cause of half the poverty we feel,
And makes the World the wilderness it is.
The few that pray at all pray oft amiss.
And seeking grace t' improve the prize they hold.
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.
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.
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Again the harmony comes o'er the vale ;
And through the trees I view th' embattled tow'r,
Whence all the music. I again perceive
The soothing influence of the wafted strains,
And settle in soft musings as I tread
The walk, still verdant, under oaks and elms,
Whose outspread branches overarch the glade.
The roof, though mov'able through all its length
As the wind sways it, has yet well suffic'd,
And, intercepting in their silent fall
The frequent flakes, has kept a path for me.
No noise is here, or none that hinders thought.
The redbreast Marbles slill, but is content
With slender notes, and more than half suppressed :
Pleas'd with his solitude, and flitting light
From spray to spray, where'er he rests he shakes
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 ! I
May think down hours to moments. Here the heart j ^
May give a useful lesson to the head.
And Learning wiser grow without his books.
Knowledge and AVisdom, far from being one.
Have ofttimes no connexion. Knowledge dwells
In heads replete with thoughts of other men ; .1
Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. j I
Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, ' i
The mere materials with which wisdom builds, Ti
Till smooth'd, and squar'd, and fitted to its place.
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Does but eiiciamber whom it seems t' enrich.
Knowledge is proud that he has learn'd so mucli ;
Wisdom is huml)le tliat he knows no more.
Books are not seldom talismans and spells,
By which the magic art of shrewder wits
Hold an unthinking multitude cnthrall'd.
Some to (he fascination of a name
Surrender judgment hoodwink'd. Some the style
Infatuates, and through labyrinths and wilds
Of error leads them, by a tune entranc'd.
While sloth seduces more, too weak to bear
The insii|)portable fatigue of thought,
And swallowing therefore w ithout pause or choice
The total grist unsifted, husks and all.
But trees and rivulets, whose rapid course
Defies the check of winter, haunts of deer,
And sheep-walks populous with bleating lambs,
And lanes, in which the primrose ere her time
Peeps through the moss,that clothes the hawthorn root,
Deceive no student. Wisdom there, and truth,
Not shy, as in the world, and to be won
By slow solicitation, seize at once
The roving thought, and fix it on themselves.
What prodigies can pow'r divine perform
More grand than it produces year by year,
And all in sight of inattentive man ?
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,
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See nought to wonder at. Should God again,
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 w hen to rise,
Age after age, than to arrest his course?
All we behold is miracle; but, seen
So dniy, all is miracle in vain.
Where now the vital energy, that mov'd.
While summer was, the pure and subtle lymph
Through th' imperceptible meand'ring veins
Of leaf and flow'r? It sleeps; and th' icy touch
Of unprolific winter has impress'd
A cold stagnation on th' intestine tide.
But let the months go round, a few short months,
And all shall be restored. These naked shof.ts,
Barren as lances, among which the wind
Makes wintry music, sighing as it goes,
Shall put their graceful foliage on again,
And more aspiring, and with ampler spread,
Shall boast new charms, and more than they have lo?t.
Then each, in its peculiar honours clad.
Shall publish even to the distant eye
Its family and tribe. Laburnum, rich
In streaming gold ; syringa, iv'ry pure;
The scentless and the scented rose ; this red,
And of an humbler growth, the other* tall,
And throwing up into the darkest gloom
Of neighb'riug cypress, or more sable yew.
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Her silver globes, li^ht as the foamy surf,
That the wind severs from the broken wave;
The lilac, various in array, now white.
Now sanguine, and her beauteous head now set
With purple spikes pyramidal, as if
Studious of ornament, yet unresolv'd
Which hue she most approv'd, she chose them all ;
Copious of tlow'rs the woodbine, pale and wan.
But well compensating her sickly looks
With never-clo\iug odours, early and late;
Hypericum all bloom, so thick a swarm
Of flow'rs, like flies clothing her slender rods.
That scarce a leaf appears; mezereon too.
Though leafless, well attir'd, and thick beset
With blushing wreaths, investing ev'ry spray;
Althaea with the purple eye; the broom,
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
The bright profusion of her scatter'd stars. —
These have been, and these shall be in their day:
And all this uniform uncolour'd scene
Shall be dismantled of its fleecy load,
And flush into variety again.
From dearth to plenty, and from death to life,
Is Nature's progress, when she lectures man
In heav'nly truth : evincing, as she makes
The grand transition, that there lives and works
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A soul in all things, and that soul is God.
The beauties of the wilderness are iiis,
That makes so gay the solitary place,
Where no eye sees them. And the fairer forms.
That cultivation glories in, are his.
He sets the bright procession on its way.
And marshals all the order of the year ;
He marks the bounds, which Winter may not pass,
And blunts his pointed fury ; in its case,
Russet and rude, folds up the tender germe,
Uninjur'd, with inimitable art ;
And, ere one flow'ry season fades and dies,
Designs the blooming wonders of the next.
Some say that in the origin of things,
W hen all creation started into birth,
The infant elements receiv'd a law,
From which they swerve not since. That under force
Of that controlling ordinance they move.
And need not his immediate hand, who first
Prescrib'd their course, to regulate it now. (
Thus dream they, and contrive to save a God
Th' encumbrance of his own concerns, and spare
The great artificer of all that moves I
The stress of a continual act, the pain
Of unremitted vigilance and care.
As too laborious and severe a task.
So man, the moth, is not afraid, it seems,
To span omnipotence, and measure might,
That knows no measure, by the scanty rule IJ
And standard of liis own, that is to-day, ' Ij
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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 impell'd
To ceaseless service by a ceaseless force,
And under pressure of some conscious cause?
The Lord of all, himself through all diffus'd,
Sustains, and is the life of all that lives.
Nature is but a name for an effect,
Whose cause is God. He feeds the secret fire,
By which the mighty process is maintaiu'd.
Who sleeps not, is not weary ; in whose sight
Slow circling ages are as transient days ;
Whose work is without labour; whose designs
No flaw deforms, no difficulty thwarts;
And whose beneficence no charge exhausts.
Him blind antiquity profan'd, not serv'd,
With self-taught rites, and under various names.
Female and male, Pomona, Pales, Pan,
And Flora, and Vertumnus; peopling Earth
With tutelary goddesses and gods.
That were not; and commending as they would
To each some province, garden, field, or grove.
But all are under one. One spirit — His,
Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding brows.
Rules universal nature. Not a flow'r
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,
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In grains as countless as the sea-side sands,
The forms, with which he sprinkles all the Jlarfii.
Happy who walks with him ! whom what he liiids
Of flavour or of scent in fruit or flow'r,
Of what he views of beautifid or grand
In nature, from the broad majestic oak
To the green blade, that twinkles in the sun.
Prompts with remembrance of a present CJod.
His presence, who made all so fair, perceiv'd
Makes all still fairer. As with him no scene
Is drearj, so with him all seasons please.
Though winter had been none, had man been true.
And Earth be punish'd for its tenant's sake,
Yet not in vengeance, as this smiling sky,
So soon succeeding such an angrj night.
And these dissolving snows, and this clear stream
Recov'ring fast its licpiid music, ])rove.
Who then, that has a mind well strung and tun'd
To contemplation, and within his reach
A scene so friendly to his fav'rite task.
Would waste attention at the checker'd board,
His host of wooden wamors to and fro
Marching and countermarching, with an eye
As fix'd as marble, with a forehead ridg'4
And furrow'd into storms, and with a hand
Trembling, as if eternity were hung
In balance on his conduct of a pin?
Nor envies he aught more tiieir idle sport.
Who pant with application misapplied
To trivial toys, and, pushing iv'ry balls
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Across a velvet level, feel a joy
Akin to rapture, when the bauble finds
Its destin'd ^oal, of difficult access.
Nor deems he wiser him, who gives his noon
To raiss, the mercer's plague, from shop to sho[^
Wand'ring-, and litt'ring with unfolded silks
The polish'd counter, and approving none,
Or promising with smiles to call again.
Nor him, who by his vanity seduo'd,
And sooth'd into a dream that he discerns
The diff'rcnce of a Guido from a daub.
Frequents the crowded auetion : station'd there
As duly as the Langfurd of the show,
With glass at eye, and catalogue in hand,
And tongue accomplish'd in the fulsome cant
And pedantry, that coxcombs learn with ease ;
Oft as the price-deciding hammer falls.
He notes it in his book, then raps his box.
Swears 'tis a bargain, rails at his hard fate.
That he has let it pass — but never bids !
Here unmolested, through whatever sign
The sun proceeds, I wander. Neither mist,.
Nor freezing sky nor sultry, checking me,
Nor stranger intermeddling with m) joy.
Ev'n in the spring and plajtime of the year.
That calls th' unwonted villager abroad
With all her little ones, a sporti\e train.
To gather kingcups in the yellow mead,
And prink their hair v\ith daisies, or to pick
A cheap but wholesome salad from the brook.
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These shades are all my own. The tim'rous hare
Grown so familiar with her IVequent guest,
Scarce shuns me; and the stockdove unalarm'd
Sits cooing in the pinetree, nor suspends
His long love-ditty for my near approach.
Drawn from his refuge in some lonely elm,
That age or injury has hollow'd deep,
Where, on his bed of wool and matted leaves,
He has outslept the winter, ventures forth
To frisk awhile, and bask in the warm sun.
The squirrel, flippant, pert, and full of play:
He sees me, and at once, swift as a bird.
Ascends the neiglib'ring beech ; there whisks his brush,
And perks his ears, and stamps, and cries aloud.
With all the prettiness of fcign'd alarm.
And anger insignificantly fierce.
The heart is hard in nature, and unfit
For human fellowship, as being void
Of sympathy, and therefore dead alike
To love and friendship both, that is not pleas'd
With sight of animals enjoying life.
Nor feels their happiness augment his own.
The bounding fawn, that darts across the glade
When none pursues, through mere delight of heart,
And spirits buoyant with excess of glee;
The horse as wanton and almost as fleet,
That skims the spacious meadow at full speed,
Then stops and snorts, and throwing high his heels,
Starts to the voluntary race again;
The very kine, that gamble at high noon,
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The total herd receiving first from one,
That leads the dance, a summons to be ga}',
Though wild their strange vagaries, and uncouth
Their eflbrts, yet resolv'd with one consent,
To give such act and utt'rance as they may
To ecstasy too big to be suppress'd —
These, and a thousand images of bliss,
With which kind Nature graces ev'ry scene,
Where cruel man defeats not her design.
Impart to the benevolent, who wish
All that are capable of pleasure pleas'd,
A far superior happiness to theirs.
The comfort of a reasonable joy.
Man scarce had ris'n, obedient to his call.
Who form'd him from the dust, his future grave,
When he was crown'd as never king was since.
God set the diadem upon his head.
And angel choirs attended. Wond'ring stood
The new-made monarch, while before him pass'd.
All happy, and all perfect in their kind.
The creatures, summon'd from their various haunk-.
To see their sov'reign, and confess his sway,
Vast was his empire, absolute his pow'r,
Or bounded only by a law, whose force
'Twas his sublimest privilege to feel
And own, the law of universal love.
He ruld with meekness, they obey'd wiih joy;
No cruel purpose lurk'd within his heart.
And no distrust of his intent in theirs.
So Eden was a scene of harmless sport,
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Where kindness on his part, who rul'd the whole,
Begat a tranquil confidence in all,
And fear as yet was not, nor cause for fear.
But sin niarr'd all ; and the revolt of man.
That source of evils not exhausted yet,
Was punish'd with revolt of his from him.
Garden oi' God, how terrible the change
Thy groves and lawns then witness'd ! Ev'ry heart.
Each animal, of ev'ry name, conceiv'd
A jealousy and an instinctive fear,
And, conscious of some danger, either fled
Precipitate the loath'd abode of man.
Or growl'd defiance in such angry sort.
As taught him too to tremble in his turn.
Thus harmony and family accord
Were driv'n from Paradise; and iu that hour
The seeds of cruelty, that since have swcll'd
To such gigantic and enormous growth.
Were sown in human nature's fruilful soil.
Hence date the perseculion and the pain,
That man inflicts on all inferior kinds.
Regardless of their plaints. To make him sporf,
To gratify the frenzy of his wrath,
Or his base gluttony, are causes good
And just in his account, why bird and beast
Should snfl'er torture, and the streams be d}ed
^^ ith blood of their inhabitants impal'd.
Earth groans beneath the burden of a war
Wag'd with defenceless innocence, while he^
Not satisfied to jwey on all around,
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Adds tenfold bitterness to death by pangs
Needless, and first torments ere he devoKrs.
Now hapjjiest tliey, that occupy the scenes
The most remote from bis abhorr'd resort.
Whom once, as delegate of God on Earth,
They fcar'd, and as his perfect image lov'd
The wilderness is theirs, with all its cave*.
Its hollow glens, its thickets, and its plaiiis
Unvisited by man. There they are free,
And howi and roar as likes them, uncontroll'd;
Nor ask his leave to slumber or to play.
Woe to the tyrant, if he dare intrude
Within the confines of their wild domain:
The lion tells him — I am monarch here —
And, if he spare him, spares him on the term*
Of royal mercy, and through gen'rous scorn,
To rend a victim trembling at his foot.
In measure, as by force of instinct drawn,
Or by necessity constraiu'd, they live
Dependent upon man ; those in his fields,
These at his crib, and some beneath his roof.
They prove too often at how dear a rate
He sells protection Witness at his foot
The spaniel dying for some venial fault
Under dissection of the knotted scourge ;
Witness the patient ox, with stripes and yells
Driv'n to t^ie slaughter, goaded, as he runs,
To madness ; while the savage at his heels
Laughs at the frantic suff'rer's fury, spent
Upon the guiltless passenger o'erthrown*
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He too is witness, noblest of the train
That wait on man, the flight-performing horse :
With iinsHspccting readiness he lakes
His murd'rer on his back, and, push'd all day
With bleeding sides and flanks, that heave for life,
To the far distant goal, arrives and dies.
So little m?rcy shows who needs so much!
Does law, so jealous in the cause of man,
Denounce no doom on the delinquent? None.
He lives, and o'er his brimming beaker boasts •
(As if barbarity were high desert)
Th' inglorious feat, and, clamorous in praise
Of the poor brute, seems wisely to suppose
The honours of his matchless horse his own.
But many a crime, decm'd innocent on Earth,
Is register'd in Heav'n ; and these no doubt
Have each their record, with a curse annex'd.
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart,
But God will never. When he charg'd the Jew,
T' assist his foe's down-fallen beast to rise;
And when the bush-exploring boy, that seiz'd
The young, lo let the parent bird go free;
Prov'd he not plainly, that his meaner works
Are yet his care, and have an int'rest all.
All, in the universal Father's love?
On Noah, and in him on all mankind.
The charter was conferr'd, by which we hold
The flesh of animals in fee, and claim
O'er all we feed on pow'r of life and death.
But read the instrument, and mark it well:
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Th' oppression of a fyiaimous control
Can find no warrant there. Feed then, and yield
Thanks for thy food. Carnivorous, tlnongh sin,
Feed on the slain, but spare the living brute !
The Governor of all, himself to all
So bountiful, in whose attentive ear
The uiifledo;'d raven and the lion's whelp
Plead not in vain for pity on the pangs
Of hunger unassuag'd has interpos'd,
Not seldom, his avenging arm, to smite
Th' injurious tranipler upon Nature's law,
That claims forbearance even for a brute.
He hates the hardness of a Balaam's heart ;
And, prophet as he was, he might not strike
The blameless animal, without rebuke.
On which he rode. Her opportune oll'ence
Sav'd him, or th' unrelenting seer had died.
He sees that human equity is slack
To interfere, though in so just a cause ;
And makes the task his own. Inspiring dumb
And helpless victims with a sense so keen
Of iiij'ry, with such knowledge of their strength,
And such sagacity to take revenge.
That oft the beast has seem'd to judge the man.
An ancient, not a legendary tale,
By one of sound intelligence rehears'd
(If such who plead for Providence niay seem
In modern eyes), shall make the doctrine clear.
Where England, stretch'd towards the setting sun,
Narrow and long, o'erlooks the western wave,
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Dwelt young Misagathus ; a scorner he
Of God and g-oodncss, atlieist in ostent,
Vicious in act, in temper savage-iierce.
He jonrne) 'd ; and his chance was as h« went,
To join a trav'ilcr of far different note,
Evander, fam'd for piety, for years
Deservinof honour, but for wisdom nrore.
Fame had not left the venerable man
A stranger to the manners of the youth,
Whose face too was familiar to his view.
Their way was on the margin of the land,
O'er the green summit of the rocks, whose base
Beats back the roaring surge, scarce heard so high.
The charity, that warm'd his heart, was mov'd
At sight of the man monster. With a smile
Gentle, and affable, and full of grace.
As fearful of offending whom he wish'd
Much to persuade, he plied his ear with truths
Not harshly thunder'd forth, or rudely press'd.
But, like his purpose, gracious, kind, and sweet.
"And dost thou dream," th' impenetrable man
Exclaim'd, " that me the lullabies of age,
And fantasies of dolards such as thou,
Can cheat, or move a moment's fear in me?
Mark now the proof I give thee, that the brave
Need no such aids, as superstition lends.
To steel their hearts against the dread of death.'"
He spoke, and to the preci|)ice at hand
Push'd with a madman's fury. Fancy shrinks.
And the blood thrilig and curdles, at the thought
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Of siicli a gulf as he dcsign'd his grave.
But, though the felon on his back could dare
The dreadful leap, more rational, his steed
Declin'd the death, and wheeling swifliy round.
Or e'er his hoof had press'd the crumbling verge,
Baffled his rider, sav'd against his will.
The frenzy of the brain may be redress'd
By med'cine well applied, but without grace
The heart's insanity admits no cure.
Enrag'd the more, by what might have reform'd
His horrible intent, again he sought
Destruction, with a zeal to be destroy'd,
With sounding whip, and rowels died in blood.
But still in vain. The Providence, that meant
A longer date to the far nobler beast,
Spar'd yet again th' ignobler for his sake.
And now, his prowess prov'd, and his sincere
Incurable obduracy evinc'd.
His rage grew cool ; and, pleas'd perhaps to have earu'd
So cheaply the renown of that attempt,
With looks of some complacence he resum'd
His road, deriding much the blank amaze
Of good Evandcr, still where he was left
Fix'd motionless, and petrified with dread.
So on they far'd. Discourse on other themes
Ensuing seem'd t' obliterate the past;
And tamer far for so much fury shown
(As is the course of rash and fiery men),
The rude companion smil'd, as if transform'd.
JJut 'twas a transient calm. A storm was near,
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An unsuspected storm. His hour was come.
The impious challenger of Pow'r divine
Was now to learn, that Heav'n, though slow to wrath,
Is never with impunity detied.
His horse, as he had caught his master's mood,
Snorting, and starting into sudden rage,
Unbidden, and not now to be controU'd,
Rush'd to the clifl", and, having reach'd it, stood.
At once the shock unseated him : he flew
Sheer o'er the craggy barrier; and immers'd
Deep in the flood, found, when he sought it not,
The death he had deserv'd, and died alone.
So God wrought double justice; made the fool
The victim of his own tremendous choice.
And taught a brule the way to safe revenge.
I would not enter on my list of friends
(Though grac'd with polish'd manners and fine sense,
Yet wanting sensibility) the man.
Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
An inadvertent step may crush the snail.
That crawls at ev'ning in the public path;
But he that has humanity, forewarn'd,
Will tread aside, and let the reptile live.
The creeping vermin, loathsome to the sight.
And charg'd perhaps with venom, that intrudes,
A visitor unwelcome, into scenes
Sacred to neatness and repose, th' alcove.
The chamber, or refectory, may die :
A necessary act incurs no blame.
Not so when, held within their proper bounds,
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And j^uiltless of offence, they range the air,
Or take their pastime in the spacious field :
There they are priviieg'd ; and he that hunts
Or harms them there is guilty of a wrong,
Disturbs the economy of Nature's realm,
Who, when she form'd, design'd them an abode.
The sum is this. If man's convenience, health.
Or safety, interfere, his rights and claims
Are paramount, and must extiiiguish theirs.
Else they are all — the meanest things that are,
As free to live, and to enjoy that life,
As God was free to form them at the first.
Who in his sov'reign wisdom made them all.
Ye therefore, who love mercy, teach your sons.
To love it too. The spring-time of our years
Is soon dishonom'd and defil'd in most
By budding ills, that ask a prudent hand,
To check them. But alas ! none sooner shoots.
If unrestrain'd, into luxiniant growth.
Than cruelty, most dev'lisii of them all.
Mercy to liim, that shows it, is the rule
And righteous limitation of its act,
By which Heav'n moves in pard'uing guilty man;
And he that shows none, being ripe in years,
And conscious of the outrage he commits,
Shall seek it, and not find it, iii his turn.
Distinguish'd much by reason, and still more
By our capacity of grace divine.
From creatures, that exist but for our sake,
Which, having serv'd us, perish, we are held
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AccoHiilable ; and God some future day
AVill reckon with us roundly for th' abuse
Of what he deems uo mean or trivial trust.
Superior as we are, they yet depend
Not more ou human help than we on theirs.
Their strength, or speed, or vigilance, were giv'n
In aid of our defects. In some are found
Such teachable and apprehensive parts,
That man's attainments in his own concerns,
Match'd with th' expertness of the brutes in theirs,
Are ofttimes vanquisli'd and thrown far behind.
Some show that nice sagacity of smell,
And read with such discernmejit, in the port
And figure of the man, his secret aim.
That oft we owe our safety to a skill
We could not teach, and must despair to learn.
But learn we might, if not too proud to stoop
To quadruped instructors, many a good
And useful quality, and virtue too,
Rarely exemplified among ourselves.
Attachment never to be wean'd, or chang'd
By any change of fortune ; proof alike
Against unkindness, absence, and neglect;
Fidelity, that neither bribe nor threat
Can move or warp ; and gratitude for small
And trivial favours, lasting as the life,
And glist'ning even in the dying eye.
Man praises man. Desert in arts or arms
Wins public honour; and ten thousand sit
Patiently present at a sacred song.
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Commemoration-mad ; content to hear
(O wonderful ett'ect of music's power!)
Messiah's eulogy for Handel's sake.
But less, methiuks, than sacrilege might serve —
(For was it less? What heathen would have dar'd
To strip Jove's statue of his oaken wreath,
And hang it up in honour of a man?)
Much less might serve, when all that we design
Is but to gratify an itching ear,
And give the day to a musician's praise.
Remember Handel? Who, that was not born
Deaf as the dead to harmony, forgets,
Or can, the more than Homer of his age?
Yes — we remember him ; and wiiile we praise
A talent so divine, remember too,
That His most holy book, from whom it came,
Was iiever meant, was never us'd before.
To buckram out the raem'ry of a man.
But hush !— the muse perhaps is too severe;
And with a gravity beyond the size
And measure of th' otfence, rebukes a deed
Less impious than absurd, and owing more
To want of judgment than to wrong design.
So in the chapel of old Ely House,
When wand'ring Charles, who meant to be the third.
Had tied from William, and the news was fresJi,
The simple clerk, but loyal, did announce.
And eke did rear right merrily, two staves,
Sung to the praise and glory of King George !
Man praises man ; and Garrick's mera'ry iiext^
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Wiien time liath somewhat mellow'd it, and made
The idol of our worship while lie liv'd
The god of our idolatry once more,
Shall have its altar; and the World shall go
In pilgrimage to bow before his shrine.
The theatre too small shall suffocate
Its sque'z'd contents, and more than it admits
Shall sigli at their exclusion, and return
Ungratifiod : for there some noble lord
Shall stulT his shoulders with king Richard's bunch.
Or wrap himself in Hamlet's inky cloak.
And strut, and storm, and straddle, stamp and stare.
To show the world how Garrick did not act.
For Garrick was a worshipper himself;
He drew the liturgy, and fram'd the rites
And solemn ceremonial of the day,
And call'd the World to worship on the banks
Of Avon, fam'd in song. Ah, pleasant proof.
That piety has still in human hearts
Some place, a spark or two not yet extinct.
The mulb'rry-tree was hung with blooming wreaths;
The mulb'rry-tree stood centre of the dance;
The mulb'rry-tree was hyran'd with dulcet airs;
And from his touchwood tnink the mulb'rry-tree
Supplied such relics as devotion liolds
Still sacred, and preserves with pious care.
So 'twas a hallow'd time : decorum reign'd,
And mirth without offence. No few return 'd,
Doubtless, much edified, and all refresh'd.
— Man praises man. The rabble all alivo
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From tippling benches, cellars, stalls, and styes,
Swarm in the streets. The statesmen of the day,
A pompous and slow-moving pageant, comes.
Some shout him, and some hang upon his car.
To gaze in's eyes, and bless him. Maidens wave
Their kerchiefs, and old women weep for joy:
While others, not so satisfied, unhorse
The gilded equipage, and turning loose
His steeds, usurp a place they well deserve.
Why ? what has charm'd them? Hath he sav'd the state.'
No. Doth he purpose its salvation? No.
Enchanting novelty, that moon at full.
That finds out ev'ry crevice of the head,
Tiiat is not sound and perfect, hath in theirs
Wrought this disturbance. But the wane is near.
And his own cattle must suffice him soon.
Thus idly do we waste the breath of praise,
And dedicate a tribute, in its use
And just direction sacred, to a tiling
Doom'd to the dust, or lodg'd already there.
Encomium in old time was poet's work :
But poets, having lavishly long since
Exhausted all materials of the art.
The task now falls into the public hand ;
And I, contented with an humbler theme,
Have pour'd my stream of panegyric down
The vale of nature, where it creeps, and winds
Among her lovely works with a secure
And unambitious course, reflecting clear,
If not the virtues, yel the worth, of brutes.
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And I am recompens'd, and deem the toils
Of poetry not lost, if verse of mine
May sland between an animal and woe,
And tcacli one tyrant pity for his drndj^e.
The groans of nature in this nether world,
Which Htav'n has heard for ages, have an end.
Foretold by prophets, and by poets sung,
Whose fire was kindled at the prophets' lamp.
The time of rest, the promis'd sabbath, comes.
Six thousand years of sorrow have well nigh
Fulfill'd their lardy and disastrous course
Over a sinful world ; and what remains
Of this tempestuous state of human things
Is merely as the working of a sea
Before a calm, that rocks itself to rest:
For He, whose car the winds are, and the clouds
The dust, that waits upon his sultry march,
When sin hath niov'd him, and his wrath is hot.
Shall visit Earth in mercy ; shall descend
Propitious in his chariot pav'd with love ;
And what his storms have blasted and defac'd
For man's revolt shall with a smile repair.
Sweet is the Jiarp of prophecy ; too sweet
Not to be wrong'd by a mere mortal touch ;
Nor can the wonders it records be sung
To meaner music, and not suffer loss.
But when a poet, or when one like me,
Happy to rove among poetic flow'rs,
Though poor in skill to rear them, lights at last
On some fair theme, some theuie divinely falr^
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Siicli is the impulse and the spur he feels,
'J'o give it praise proportiou'd to its worth,
That not t' attempt it, arduous as he deems
The labour, were a task more arduous still.
O scenes surpassing fable, and yet true,
Scenes of accomplish 'd bliss; which who can see,
Though but in distant prospect, and not feel
His soul refresh'd with foretaste of the joy?
Rivers of gladness water all the Earth,
And clothe all climes with beauty; the reproach
Of barrenness is past. The fruitful field
Laughs with abundance ; and the land, once lean^
Or fertile only in its own disgrace,
Exults to see its thistly curse repeal'd.
The various seasons woven into one,
And that one season an eternal spring.
The garden fears no blight, and needs no fence.
For there is none to covet, all are full.
The lion, and the libbard, and the bear
Graze with the fearless flocks; all bask at noon
Together, or all gambol in the shade
Of the same grove, and drink one common stream.
Antipathies are none. No foe to man
Lurks in the serpent now : the mother sees,
And smiles to see, her infant's playful hand
Stretch'd forth to dally with the crested worm,
To stroke his azure neck, or to receive
The lambent homage of his arrowy tongue.
All creatures worship man, and all mankind
One Lord, one Father. Error has no place:
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That creeping pestilence is driv'n away ;
The breath of Heav'n has chas'd it. In the heart
No passion touches a discordant string,
But all is harmony and love. Disease
Is not: the pure and uncontaminatc blood
Holds its due course, nor fears the frost of age.
One song employs all nations ; and all cry,
"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us!"
The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks
Shout to each other, and the mountain tops
From distant mountains catch the flying joy ;
Till, nation after nation taught the strain.
Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Behold the measure of the promise fdl'd;
See Salem built, the labour of a God !
Bright as a sun the sacred city shines ;
All kingdoms and all princes of the Earth
Flock to that light ; the glory of all lauds
Flows into her; unbounded is her joy,
And endless her increase. Thy rams are there,
Nebaioth, and the flocks of Kedar there*;
The looms of Ormus, and the mines of Ind,
And Saba's spicy groves, pay tribute there.
Praise is in all her gates; upon her walls.
And in her streets, and in her spacious courts,
[s heard salvation. Eastern Java there
Kneels with the native of the furthest west ;
* Nebaioth and Kedar, the sons of Isbmael, and progenitors of tlif
Arabs, ill the prophetic Scripture liere alluded to, may be reasonablv
considered as representatives of the Gentile? at large.
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And .Ethiopia spreads abroad the hand,
And worsliips. Her report has travell'd fortli
Into all lands. From ev'ry clime they come,
To see thy beauty, and to share thy joy,
O Sion ! an assembly such as Earth
Saw never, such as Heav'n sloops down to see.
Thus Heav'nward all things tend. For ail were once
Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd.
So God lias greatly purpos'd ; who would else
In his di?honour'd works himself endure
Dishonour, and be wrong'd witliout redress.
Haste then, and wheel away a shatter'd world,
Ye slow revolving seasons! we would see
(A sight to which our eyes are strangers yet)
A world, that does not dread and hate his laws,
And suflcr for its crime; would learn how fair
The creature is, that God pronounces good.
How pleasant in itself what pleases him.
Here ev'ry drop of honey hides a sting;
Worms wind themselves into our sweetest flow'rs,
And ev'n the joy, that haply some poor heart
Derives from Heav'n, pure as the fountain is,
Is sullied in the stream, taking a taint
From touch of human lips, at best impure.
O for a world in principle as chaste
As this is gross and selfish ! over which
Custom and Prejudice shall bear no sway,
That govern all tilings liere, should'ring aside
T!ie meek and modest Truth, and forcing her
To seek a rcfnjre from the tongue of strife
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In nooks obscure, far from the ways of men :
Where violence shall never lift the sword,
Nor cunning justify the proud man's wrong,
Leaving the poor no remedy but tears:
Where he, that fills an office, shall esteem
Th' occasion it presents of doing good
More than the perquisite: where Law shall speak
Seldom, and never but as Wisdom prompts
And Equity ; not jealous more to guard
A worthless form, than to decide aright:
Where Fashion shall not sanctify abuse,
Nor smooth Good-breeding (supplemental gr;ico)
With lean performance ape the work of Love !
Come then, and added to thy many crowns,
Receive yet one, the crown of all the Eartli,
Thou who alone art worthy! It was thine
By ancient covenant, ere nature's birth ;
And thou hast made it thine by purchase since ;
And overpaid its value with thy blood.
Thy saints proclaim thee king; and in their heasts
Thy title is engraven with a pen
Dipp'd in the fountain of eternal love.
Thy saints proclaim thee king ; and thy delay
Gives courage to their foes, who, could they see
The dawn of thy last advent, long desir'd,
Would creep into the bowels of the hills.
And flee for safety to the falling rocks.
The very spirit of the world is tir'd
Of its own taunting question, ask'd so long,
" Where is the promise of your Lord's approach ?"
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The infidel bas shot his bolls away,
Till, his exhausted quiver yielding none,
He gleams the blunted shafts, tiiat have recoirj,
And aims them at the shield of Truth again.
The veil is rent, rent too by priestly hands.
That hides divinity from mortal eyes ;
And all the mysteries to faith propos'd.
Insulted and traduc'd, are cast aside.
As useless, to the moles and to the bats.
They now are deem'd the faithful, and are praisVi,
Who, constant only in rejecting thee,
Deny thy Godliead with a martyr's zeal,
And quit their office for their error's sake.
Blind, and in love with darkness! yet ev'n these
Worthy, compar'd with sycophants, who knee
Thy name adoring, and then preacli thee man!
So fares thy church. But liow thy church may fare.
The world takes little thought. Who will may preach,
And what they will. All pastors are alike
To vvand'ring sheep, resolv'd to follow none.
Two gods divide them all — Pleasure and Gain:
For these they live, they sacrifice to these,
And in their service wage perpetual war
With Conscience and with thee. Lust in their hearts.
And mischief in their hands, they roam the Earth
To prey upon each other; stubborn, fierce.
High-minded, foaming out their own disgrace.
Thy prophets speak of such ; and, noting down
The features of the last degen'rate times,
Exhibit ev'rv lineament of these.
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Come then, and, added to thy many crowns,
Receive yet one, as radiant as the rest,
Dne to thy last and most eflectual work,
T!)y word fulfiil'd, the conquest of a world !
He is the happy man, whose life e'en now
Shows somewhat of that happier life to come;
W ho, doom'd to an obscure but tranquil state,
Is pleas'd with it, and, were he free to choose,
Would make his fate his choice; whom peace, the fiuit
Of \irtue, and whom virtue, fruit of faith,
Prepare for happiness; bespeak him one
Content indeed to sojourn while he must
Below the skies, but having there his home.
The World o'erlooks him in her busy search
Of objects, more illustrious in her view;
And, occupied as earnestly as she.
Though more sublimely, he o'erlooks the World.
She scorns his pleasures, for she knows them not;
He seeks not hers, for he has prov'd them vain.
He cannot skim the ground like summer birds
Pursuing gilded flies ; and such he deems
Her honours, her emoluments, her joys.
Therefore in Contemplation is his bliss,
Whose pow'r is such, that whom she lifts from Earth
She makes familiar with a Heav'n unseen.
And shows him glories yet lo be reveal'd.
Not slothful he, though seeming unemploy'd.
And ceusur'd oft as useless. Stillest streams
Oft water fairest meadows, and the bird,
That flutters least, is longest on the wing.
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Ask liim, indeed, what fropliics lie lias rais'd.
Or what achievements of immortal fame
He purposes, and he shall answer — None.
His warfare is within. There unfatigu'd
His fervent spirit labonrs. There he fights,
And there obtains fresh triumphs o'er himself,
And never with'ring wreaths, eompar'd with which
The laurels that a Caesar reaps are weeds.
Perhaps the self-approving haughty World,
That as she sweeps him with her whistling silks
Scarce deigns to notice him, or, if she see,
Deems him a cipher in the works of God,
Receives advantage from his noiseless hours.
Of which she little dreams. Perhaps she owes
Her sunshine and her rain, her blooming spring
And plenteous harvest, to the pray'r he makes,
When, Isaac like, the solitary saint
Walks forth to meditate at eventide.
And think on her, who thinks not for herself.
Forgive him then, thou bustler in concerns
Of little worth, an idler in the best.
If, author of no mischief and some good.
He seek his proper happiness by means.
That may advance, but cannot hinder, thine.
Nor, though he tread the secret path of life,
Engage no notice, and enjoy much ease.
Account him an encumbrance on the state.
Receiving benefits, and rend'ring none.
His sphere though humble, if that humble sphere
Shine with his fair example, and though small
184 THE TASK, BOOK VI.
His influence, if that influence all be spent
In sootliing sorrow, and in quenching strife,
In aiding; helpless indigence, in works.
From which at least a gratefnl few derive
Some taste of comfort in a world of woe ;
Then let the supercilious ^reat confess
He serves his country, recompenses well
The state, beneath the shadow of whose vine
He sits secure, and in the scale of life
Holds no ignoble, though a slighted, place.
The man, whose virtues are more felt than seen.
Must drop indeed the hope of public praise ;
But he may boast, what few that win it can.
That, if his country stand not by his skill.
At least his tollies have not wrought her fall.
Polite Refinement offers him in vain
Her golden tube, through which a sensual World
Draws gross impurity, and likes it well,
The neat conveyance hiding all the offence.
Not that he peevishly rejects a mode.
Because that ^^ orld adopts it. If it bear
The stamp and clear impression of good sense^
And be not costly more than of true worth,
He puts it on, and for decorum sake
Can wear it e'en as gracctiiliy as she.
She judges of refinement by the eye.
He by the test of conscience, and a heart
Not soon deceiv'd ; aware, tiiat what is base
No polish can make sterling; and that vice.
Though well perfura'd and elegantly dress'd..
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f.ike au uiibuiied carcass trick'd with flow'rs,
Is but a gainish'd nuisance, fitter far
For cleanly riddance, than for fair attire.
So life glides smoothly and by stealth away.
More golden than that age of fabled gold
Rcnown'd in ancient song ; not vex'd with care
Or stain'd with guilt, beneficent, approv'd
Of God and man, and peaceful in its end.
So glide my life away ! and so at last,
My share of duties decently fulfill'd.
May some disease, not tardy to perform
Its destin'd office, yet with gentle stroke,
Dismiss me weary to a safe retreat.
Beneath the turf, that I have often trod.
It shall not grieve me then, that once, when call'd
To dress a Sofa with the flow'rs of verse,
I play'd awhile, obedient to the fair.
With that light task ; but soon, to please her more,
Whom flow'rs alone I knew would little please.
Let fall th' unfinish'd wreath, and rov'd for fruit;
Rov'd far, and gather'd much : some harsh, 'tis true,
Pick'd from the thorns and briars of reproof.
But wholesome, well-digested ; grateful some
To palates, that can taste immortal truth ;
Insipid else, and sure to be despis'd.
But all is in his hand, whose praise I seek.
In vain the poet sings, and the World hears,
If he regard not, though divine the theme.
'Tis not in artful measures, in the chime
186 THE TASK. BOOK VI.
And idle tinkling: of a minstrel's lyre,
To charm his ear, wiiose eye is on the heart ;
Whose frown can di'^appoint the proudest strain.
Whose approbation' — prosper even mine.
TIROCINIUM
\ REVIEW OF SCHOOLS.
Plato.
DroG. Laert.
REV. WILLIAM CAWTHORNE UNWIN,
RECTOR OF STOCK IN ESSEX,
THE TUTOR OF HIS TWO SONS,
THE FOLLOWING
RECOMMENDING PRIVATE TUITION
IN PREFERENCE TO
AN EDUCATION AT SCHOOL,
IS INSCRIBED,
BY HIS AFFECTIONATE FRIEND,
WILLIAM COWPER.
Olitey, Nov. 6, 1784.
TIROCINIUM.
It is not from his form, in wbich we trace
Strength joiu'd with beauty, dignily with ^race,
That man, the master of this globe, derives
His right of empire over all that lives.
That form indeed, th' associate of a mind
Vast in its pow'rs, ethereal in its kind,
That form, the labour of almighty skill,
Fram'd for the service of a freeborn will,
Asserts precedence, and bespeaks control,
But borrows all its grandeur from the soul.
Here is the state, the splendour, and the throne.
An intellectual kingdom, all her own.
For her the Mem'ry fills her ample page
With truths pour'd down from ev'ry distant age ;
For her amasses an unbounded store,
The wisdom of great nations, now no more;
Though laden, not encumber'd with her spoil;
Laborious, yet unconscious of her toil ;
When copiously supplied, then most enlarg'd ;
Still to be fed, and not to be surcharg'd.
For her the Fancy, roving unconfin'd,
The present muse of ev'ry pensive mind,
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Works magic wonders, adds a brighter hue
To Nature's scenes than Nature ever knew.
At her command winds rise, and waters roar,
Again she lays them slumb'ring on the shore ;
With flow'r and liuit the wilderness supplies,
Or bids the rocks in ruder pomp arise.
For her the Judgment, umpire in the strife.
That Grace and Nature have to wage through life,
Quick-sighted arbiter of good and ill.
Appointed sage preceptor to the Will,
Condemns, approves, and with a faithful voice
Guides the decision of a doubtful clioice.
Why did the fiat of a God give birth
To yon fair Sun, and his attendant Earth ?
And, when descending he resigns the skies.
Why takes the gentler Moon her turn to rise,
Whom Ocean feels through all his countless waves.
And owns her pow'r on ev'ry shore he laves?
Why do the seasons still enrich the year.
Fruitful and young, as in their first career?
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,
Rock'd in the cradle of the w esteru breeze ;
Summer in haste the thriving charge receives
Beneath the shade of her expanded leaves.
Till autumn's fiercer heats and plenteous dews
Dye them at last in all their glowing hues. —
Twere wild profusion all, and bootless waste,
Pow'r misemploy'd, munificence misplac'd,
Had not its author dignified the plan,
And crown'd it with the majesty of man.
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Thus form'd, thus plac'd, intelligent, and taught,
Look wliere he will, the wonders God has wrought,
The wildest scorner of his Maker's laws
Finds in a sober moment time to pause.
To press th' important question on his heart,
" Whj form'd at all, and wherefore as thou art?"
If man be what he seems, this hourn slave,
The next mere dust and ashes in the grave;
Endu'd with reason only to desery
His crimes and follies w ith an aching eye ;
With passions, just that he may prove, with pain,
The force he spends against their fury vain ;
And if, soon after having burnt, by turns,
With ev'ry lust, with which frail Nature burns,
His being end, where death dissolves the bond,
The tomb take all, and all be blank beyond;
Then he, of all that Nature has brought forth,
Stands selt-impeach'd the creature of least worlii,
And useless while he lives, and when he dies.
Brings into doubt the wisdom of the skies.
Truths that the learn 'd pursue with eager thought.
Are not important always as dear bought.
Proving at last, though told in pompous strains,
A childish waste of philosophic pains;
But truths on which depends our main concern
That 'tis our shame and mis'ry not to learn.
Shine by the side of evVy path we tread
With such a lustre, he that runs may read.
'Tis true that, if to trifle life away
Down to the sunset of their latest day.
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Then perish on futurif j's wide shore
Like fleeting exhalations, found no more,
Were ail that Heav'u reqnir'd of humankind,
And all the plan their destiny design'd,
What none could rev'rence all might justlj' blame.
And man would breathe but for his Maker's shame.
But reason heard, and nature well perus'd,
At once the dreaming mind is disabus'd.
If all we find possessing earth, sea, air,
Reflect his attributes, who plac'd them there,
Fulfil the purpose, and appear design'd
Proofs of the w isdom of th' all-seeing mind,
'Tis plain the creature, whom he chose t' invest
With kingship and dominion o'er the rest,
Receiv'd his nobler nature, and was made
Fit for the pow'r, in which he stands array'd,
That first, or last, hereafter, if not here.
He too might make his author's wisdom clear,
Praise him on Earth, or, obstinately dumb,
Suffer his justice in a world to come.
This ouce believ'd, 'twere logic misapplied.
To prove a couseqnence by none denied,
That we are bound to cast the minds of youth
Betimes into the mould of heav'nly truth,
That taught of God they may indeed be wise,
Nor ignorantly waud'ring miss the skies.
In early days the conscience has in most
A quickness, which in later life is lost :
Preserv'd Qom guilt by salutary fears,
Or guilty soon relenting into tears.
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Too careless ofteu, as our years proceed.
What friends we sort with, or what books we read.
Our parents yet exert a prudent care.
To feed our infant minds with proper fare;
And wisely store the nnrs'ry by degrees
With wholesome learning, yet acquir'd with case,
Neatly secur'd from Ijcing soil'd or torn
Beneath a pane of thin translucent horn,
A book (to please us at a tender age
'Tis call'd a book, though but a single page)
Presents the pray'r the Saviour deign'd to teach.
Which children use, and parsons — when they preach.
Lisping our syllables, we scramble next
Through moral narrative, or sacred text ;
And learn with wonder how this world began,
Who made, who marr'd, and who has ransom'd man.
Points, which, unless the Scripture made them plain,
The wisest heads might agitate in vain.
0 thou, whom, borne on fancy's eager wing
Back to the season of life's happy spring,
1 pleas'd remember, and, while mem'ry yet
Holds fast her office here, can ne'er forget;
Ingenious dreamer, in whose well-told tale
Sweet fiction and sweet truth alike prevail;
^V'hose hum'rous vein, strong sense, and simple style,
May teach the gayest, make the gravest smile;
V/itty, and well employ'd, and, like thy Lord,
Speaking in parables his slighted word ;
I name thee not, lest so despis'd a name
Should move a sneer at thy deserved fame;
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194 TIROCINHJM: OK,
Yet ev'n in transitory life's late day,
Tliat mingles all my brown with sober grey,
Revere the man, whose pilgrim marks the road,
And guides the progress of the sonl to God.
'Twere well with most, if books, that could engage
Their childhood, pleas'd them at a riper age ;
The man. approving what had charm'd the boy.
Would die at last in comfort, peace, and joy ;
And not with curses on his heart, who stole
The gem of truth from his unguarded soul.
The stamp of artless piety impress'd
By kind tuition on his yielding breast,
The youth now bearded, and yet pert and raw,
Regards with scorn, though once receiv'd with awe;
And, warp'd into the labyrinth of lies.
That babblers, call'd philosophers, devise.
Blasphemes his creed, as founded on a plan
Replete with dreams, unworthy of a man.
Touch but his nature in its ailing part.
Assert the native evil of his heart,
His pride resents the charge, although the proof
Rise in his forehead *, and seem rank enough :
Point to the cure, describe a Saviour's cross
As God's expedient to retrieve his loss,
The young apostate sickens at the view,
And hates it with the malice of a Jew.
How weak the barrier of mere Nature proves,
Oppos'd against the pleasures Nature loves!
While self-betray'd, and wilfully undone,
She longs to yield, no sooner woo'd than won.
• See 2 Chroii. xxvi. ver. 19.
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Try now the merits of this blest exchange
Of modest truth for wit's eccentric range.
Time was, he clos'd as he began the day
With decent duty, not asham'd to pray:
Tlie practice was a bond upon his heart,
A pledge he gave for a consistent part;
Nor could he dare presumptuously displease
A pow'r, confess'd so lately on his knees.
But now farewell all legendary tales,
The shadows fly, philosophy prevails;
Pray'r to the winds, and caution to the waves ;
Religion makes the free by nature slaves.
Priests have invented, and the World admir'cl
What knavish priests promulgate as inspir'd ;
Till Reason, now no longer overaw'd.
Resumes her pow'rs, and spurns the clumsy fraud ;
And common-sense diffusing real day.
The meteor of the Gospel dies away.
Such rhapsodies our shrewd discerning youth
Learn from expert inquirers after truth ;
Whose only care, might truth presume to speak.
Is not to find what they profess to seek.
And thus, well-tutor'd only while we share
A mother's lectures and a nurse's care ;
And taught at schools much mythologic stuff*.
Rut sound religion sparingly enough ;
* Tbe author hrjs leave to explain. — Sensible that, without such
knowledge, neither the ancient poets nor historians can be tasted, or in-
deed understood, he does not mean to censure the pains that are taken
1') instruct a schoolboy in the religion of the Heathen, but merely that
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Our early nolices of trntli, dispacVl,
Soon lose their credit, and are all efi'ac'd.
Would you your son should be a sot or dunce,
Lascivious, headstronj^, or all these at once ;
That in good time the stripling's finish'd taste
For loose expense, and fashionable waste.
Should piove your ruin, and his own at last;
Train him in public witli a mob of boys.
Childish in mischief oidy and in noise,
Else of a mannish growth, and five in ten
In infidelity and lewdness men.
There shall he learn, ere sixteen winters old,
That authors are most useful pawn'd or sold ;
That pedantry is all that schools impart,
But taverns teach the know ledge of the heart ;
There waiter Dick, with Bacchanalian lays,
Shall win his heart, and have his drunken praise,
His counsellor and bosom-friend sliall prove,
And some street-pacing harlot his first love.
Schools, unless discipline were doubly strong,
Detain their adolescent charge too long;
The management of tiroes of eighteen
Is difficult, their punishment obscene.
'l"he stout tall captain, whose superior size
The minor heroes view with envious eyes,
Becomes their pattern, upon whom they fix
Their whole attention, and ape all his tricks.
neglect of Christian culture, Hliich leaves him shamefully ignoiuUt of
liis owu.
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His pride, that scorns t' obey or to submit,
With then) is courage ; Jiis effront'ry wit.
His wild cxcursious, window-breaking feats,
Robb'ry of gardens, quarrels in the streets.
His hair-breadth 'scapes, and all his daring schemes.
Transport them, and are made their fav'rite themes.
In little bosoms such achievements strike
A kindred spark ; they burn to do the like.
Thus, half-accomplish'd ere he yet begin
To show the peeping down upon his chin ;
And, as maturity of years comes on.
Made just th' adept that yovi design'd your son ;
T' ensure the perseverance of his course.
And give your monstrous project all its force,
Send him to college. If he there be tam'd.
Or in one article of vice reclaim'd.
Where no regard of ord'nances is shown
Or look'd for now, the fault must be his own.
Some sneaking virtue lurks in him, no doubt.
Where neither strumpets' charnrs, nor drinking-
Nor gambling practices, can find it out. [bout,
Such youths of spirit, and that spirit too,
Ye nurs'ries of our boys, we owe to you :
Though from ourselves the mischief more proceeds,
For public schools 'tis public folly feeds.
The slaves of custom and establish'd mode.
With packhorse constancy we keep the road.
Crooked or straight, through quags or thorny dells.
True to the jingling of our leader's bells.
To follow foolish precedents, and wink
VV ith both our eyes, is easier than to think :
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And such an age as ours baulks no expense,
Except of caution, and of common-sense ;
Else sure notorious fact, and proof so plain,
Would turn our steps into a wiser train.
I blame not those, who with what care they can
O'erwatch the num'rous and unruly elan ;
Or, if I blame, 'tis only that they dare
Promise a work, of which they must despair.
Have ye, ye sage intendants of the whole,
A ubiquarian presence and control,
Elisha's eye, that, when Gehazi stray'd.
Went with him, and saw all the game he play'd.'
Yes — ye are conscious; and on all the shelves
Vour pupils strike upon, have struck yourselves.
Or if, by nature sober, ye had then.
Boys as ye were, tlie gravity of men ;
Ye knew at least, by constant proofs address'd
To ears and eyes, the vices of the rest.
But ye connive at what ye cannot cure,
And evils, not to be endur'd, endure.
Lest pow'r exerted, but without success,
Should make the little ye retain still less.
Ye once were justly fam'd for bringing forth
Undoubted scholarship and genuine worth ;
And in the firmament of fame still shines
A glory, bright as that of all the signs.
Of poets rais'd by you, and statesmen, and divines.
Peace to them all! those brilliant times are fled,
And no such lights are kindling in their stead.
Our striplings shine indeed, but with such rays,
As set the midnight riot in a blaze;
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And seem, if jndg'd by their expressive looks.
Deeper in none than in their surgeons' books.
Say muse (for, education made the song.
No muse can hesitate, or linger long).
What causes move us, knowing as we must.
That these menageries all fail their trust.
To send our sons to scout and scamper there.
While colts and puppies cost us so much care \
Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days ;
The scene is touching, and the heart is stone,
That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
The wall on which we tried our graving skill,
The very name we carv'd subsisting still ;
The bench on which we sat while deep eraploy'd.
Though mangled, hack'd, and hew'd,notyetdestroyM:
The little ones, unbutton'd, glowing hot.
Playing our games, and on the very spot;
As happy as we once, to kneel and draw
The chalky ring, and knuckle down at taw;
To pitch the ball into the grounded hat,
Or drive it devious with a dext'rous pat;
The pleasing spectacle at once excites
Such recollection of our own delights.
That, viewing it, we seem almost t' obtain
Our innocent sweet simple years again.
This fond attachment to the well-known place.
Whence first we started into life's long race.
Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway.
We feel it e'en in age, antl at our latest day.
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Hark! how (lie sire of chits, whose future sliarc-
Of classic food begins to be his care,
VVitli his own likeness plac'd on either knee,
Indulges all a father's heart-felt glee;
And tells them, as he strokes their silver locks.
That they must soon learn Latin, and to box;
Then turning he regales his list'ning wife
With all th' adventures of his early life ;
His skill in coachmanship, or driving chaise.
In bilking tavern bills, and spouting plays;
What shifts he us'd, detected in a scrape,
How he was flogg'd, or had the luck t' escape ;
What sums he lost at play, and how he sold
AVatch, seals, and all — till all his pranks are toid.
Retracing thus his frolics ('tis a name
That palliates deeds of folly and of shame),
He gives the local bias all its sway ;
Resolves that where he play'd his sons shall play.
And destines their bright genius to be showu
Just in the scene where he display'd his own.
The meek and bashful boy will soon be taught.
To be as bold and forward as he ought ;
The rude will scuffle through with ease enough,
Great schools suit best the sturdy and the rough.
Ah happy designation, prudent choice,
Th' event is sure ; expect it; and rejoice!
Soon see your wish fulfill'd in either child.
The pert made perter, and the tame made wild.
The great indeed, by titles, riches, birth,
Excus'd th' encumbrance of more solid worth.
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Are best dispos'd of where with most success
They may acquire that confident address,
Those habits of profuse and lewd expense,
That scorn of all delights but those of sense,
Which, though in plain plebeians we condemn,
With so much reason all expect from them.
But families of less illustrious fame.
Whose chief distinction is their spotless name,
Whose heirs, their honours none, their income small,
Must shine by true desert, or not at all,
\^'hat dream they of, that with so little care
They risk their hopes, their dearest treasure, there ?
They dream of little Charles or William grac'd
With wig prolix, down flowing to his waist;
They see th' attentive crowds his talents draw,
They hear him speak — the oracle of law.
The father, who designs his babe a priest,
Dreams him episcopally such at least;
And, wlii'e the playful jockey scours the room
Briskly, astride upon the parlour broom,
In fancy sees him more superbly ride
In coach with purple lin'd, and mitres on its side.
Events improbable and strange as these.
Which only a parental eye foresees,
A public school shall bring to pass with ease.
But how ? resides such virtue in that air.
As must create an appetite for pray'r?
And will it breatiie into him all the zeal.
That candidates for such a prize should feel,
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To take the lead and be the foremost still | '
In all true worth and literary skill?
" Ah blind to bright futurity, untaught ■ '
The knowledge of the World, and dull of thouglit !
Church-ladders are not always mounted best
By learned clerks, and Latinists profess'd,
Th' exalted prize demands an upward look,
Not to be found by poring on a book.
Small skill in Latin, and still less in Greek,
Is more than adequate to all I seek.
Let erudition grace him, or not grace,
I give the bauble but the second place;
His wealth, fame, honours, all that I intend,
Subsist and centre in one point — a friend.
A friend, whate'er he studies or neglects,
Shall give him consequence, heal all defects.
His intercourse with peers and sons of peers-
There dawns the splendour of his future years;
In that bright quarter his propitious skies
Shall blush betimes, and there his glory rise.
Your Lordship, and Your Grace! what school can
A rhet'ric equal to those parts of speech? [teach
\^'liat need of Homer's verse, or Tully's prose,
Sweet interjertions! if he learn but those?
Let rev'rend churls his ignorance rebuke,
Who starve upon a dog's-ear'd Pentateu
The parson knows enough who knows
Egregious purpose! worthily begun
In barb'rous prostitution of your son ;
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such, >
a duke." j
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Piess'd on Iiis part by means, that would disgrace
A scriv'ner's clerk, or footman out of place,
And ending, if at last its end be gain'd,
In sacrilege, in God's own house profan'd.
It may succeed ; and, if his sins should call
For more than common punishment, it shall;
The wretch shall rise, and be the thing on Earth
Least qualified in honour, learning, worth,
To occupy a sacred, awful post,
In which the best and worthiest tremble most.
The royal letters are a thing of course,
A king, that woxild, might recommend his horse ;
And deans, no doubt, and chapters, with one voice.
As bound in duty, would confirm the choice.
Behold yoiir bishop ! well he plays his part,
Christian in name, and infidel in heart,
Ghostly in office, earthly in his plan,
A slave at court, elsewhere a lady's man.
Dumb as a senator, and as a priest
A piece of mere church-furniture at best;
To live estrang'd from God his total scope,
And his end sure, without one glimpse of hope.
But fair although and feasible it seem,
Depend not much upon your golden dream ;
For Providence, that seems concern'd t' exempt
The hallow'd bench from absolute contempt.
In spite of all the wrigglers into place.
Still keeps a seat or two for worth and grace;
And therefore 'tis, that, though the sight be rare.
We sometimes see a Lowth or Bagot there.
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Besides, school-frieiidsliips arc not always fomul.
Though fair in promise, permanent and sound;
The most disint'rested and virtuous minds,
In early years connected, time unbinds;
New situations give a diff'rent cast
Of habit, inclination, temper, taste ;
And he, that seem'd our counterpart at first.
Soon shows the strong similitude revcrs'd.
Young heads are giddy, and young hearts arc Murm,
And make mistakes for manhood to reform.
Boys are at best but pretty buds unblown.
Whose scent aud hues are rather guess'd than known ;
Each dreams that each is just what he appears,
But learns his error in maturer years,
When disposition, like a sail unfurl'd
Shows all its rents and patches to the World.
If, therefore, cv'n when honest in design,
A boyish friendship may so soon decline,
'Twere wiser sure t' inspire a little heart
With just abhorrence of so mean a part,
Than set your son to work at a vile trade
For wages so unlikely to be paid.
Our public hives of puerile resort.
That are of chief and most approv'd report.
To such base liopes, in many a sordid soul.
Owe tlieir repute in part, but not the whole.
A principle, whose proud pretensions pass
Unquestion'd, though the jewel be but glass-
That with a world, not often over-nice.
Banks as a virtue, and is yet a vice;
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Or rather a gross compound, justly tried,
Of envy, hatred, jealousy, and pride —
Contributes most j)erhaps t' enhanee their fame ;
And emulation is its specious name.
Boys, once on fire with that contentious zeal,
Feel all the rage that female rivals feel ;
The prize of beauty in a woman's eyes
Not brighter than in theirs the scholar's prize.
The spirit of that competition burns
With all varieties of ill by turns;
Each vainly magnifies his own success,
Resents his fellow's, wishes it were less.
Exults in his miscarriage, if he fail,
Deems his reward too great, if he prevail.
And labours to surpass him day and night,
Less for improvement than to tickle spite.
The spur is pow'rful, and I grant its force;
It pricks the genius forward in its course,
Allow s short time for play and none for sloth ;
And, felt alike by each, advances both :
But judge, where so much evil intervenes.
The end, though plausible, not worth the means.
Weigh, for a moment, classical desert
Against a heart deprav'd and temper hurt;
Hurt too perhaps for life ; for early wrong
Done to the nobler part, affects it long;
And you are staunch indeed in learning's cause, )
If you can crown a discipline, that draws V
Such mischiefs after it, with much applause. j
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Connexion form'd for int'rest, and endear'd
By selfish views, tlms censur'd and cashier'd ;
And emulation, as engendVing hate,
Doom'd to a no less ignominious fate ;
The props of such proud seminaries fall,
The Jachin and the Boaz of them all.
Great schools rejected then, as those that swell
Beyond a size that can be manag'd well,
Shall royal institutions miss the bays,
And small academies win all the praise?
Force not my drift beyond its just intent,
I praise a school as Pope a government ;
So take my judgment in his language dress'd,
" Whate'er is best administer'd is best."
Few boys are born with talents that excel,
But all arc capable of living well ;
Then ask not, Whether limited or large?
But, Watch they strictly, or neglect their charge?
If anxious only that their boys may learn,
While morals languish, a despis'd concern,
The great and small deserve one common blame,
Diff'rent in size, but in eflect the same.
Much zeal in virtue's cause all teachers boast.
Though motives of mere lucre sway the most;
Therefore in towns and cities they abound,
For there the game they seek is easiest found ;
Though there, in spite of all that care can do,
Traps to catch youth are most abundant too.
If shrewd, and of a well constructed brain,
Keen in pursuit, and vig'rous to retain,
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^ our sou come forth a prodigy of skill;
As, wheresoever taught, so forni'd, he will;
The pedagogue, with self-complaceut air.
Claims more than half the praise as his due sh;irc.
But if, with all his genius, he betray,
Not more intelligent than loose and gay,
Such vicious habits, as disgrace his name,
Threaten his health, bis fortune, and his fame ;
Though want of due restraint alone have bred
The symptoms, that you see with so much dread ;
Unenvied there, he may sustain alone
The whole reproach, the fault was all his own.
O 'tis a sight to be with joy perus'd,
By all whom sentiment has not abus'd ;
New-fangled sentiment, the boasted grace
Of those who never feel in the right place ;
A sight surpass'd by none that we can show.
Though Vestris on one leg still shine below ;
A father blest with an ingenuous son,
Father, and fiiend, and tutor, all in one.
How ! — turn again to tales long since forgot,
^Esop, and Phaedrus, and the rest? Why not?
He will not blush that has a father's heart.
To take in childish plajs a childish part;
But bends his sturdy back to any toy.
That youth takes pleasure in, to please his boy :
Then why resign into a stranger's hand
A task as much within your own command.
That God, and nature, and your int'rest too.
Seem with one voice to delegate to you?
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Why hire a lodging in a house unknown
For one, whose tcnd'rcst thouglits all hover round your
This second weaning, needless as it is, [own?
How does it lac'rate both your heart and his !
Th' indented stick, that loses day by day
Notch after notch, till all are smooth'd away.
Bears witness, long ere his dismission come,
With what intense desire he wants his home.
But though the joys he hopes beneath your roof
Bid fair enough to answer in the proof,
Harmless, and safe, and ual'ral, as they are,
A disappointment waits him even there :
Arriv'd, he feels an unexpected change,
He blushes, hangs his head, is shy and strange.
No longer takes, as once, his fearless ease,
His fav'rite stand between his father's knees,
But seeks the corner of some distant seat.
And eyes the door, and watches a retreat;
And, least familiar where he should be most,
Feels all his happiest privileges lost.
Alas, poor boy! — the natural effect
Of love by absence chill'd into respect.
Say, what accomplishments, at school acquir'd,
Brings he, to sweeten fruits so undesir'd ?
Thou well deserv'st an alienated sou.
Unless thy conscious heart acknowledge — none;
None that, in thy domestic snug recess.
He had not made his own with more address,
Though some perhaps that shock thy feeling mind,
And better never learn'd, or left behind.
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Add too, ttiat, thus estrang'd, thou canst obtaio
By no kind arts his confidence again ;
That liere begins with most that long complaint
Of fihal frankness lost, and love grown faint,
Which, oft neglected, in life's waning years
A parent ponrs into regardless ears.
Like caterpillars, dangling under trees
By slender threads, and swinging in the breeze,
Whicli filthily bewray and sore disgrace
The I)Oiighs in which are bred th' unseemly race;
While ev'ry worm industriously weaves
And winds his web about the rivell'd leaves ;
So numVous are the follies, that annoy
The mind and heart of ev'ry sprightly boy;
Imaginations noxious and perverse,
Which admonition can alone disperse.
Th' encroaching uuisaiice asks a faithful hand,
Patient, affectionate, of high command,
To check the procreation of a breed
Sure to exhaust the plant on which they feed.
Tis not enough, that Greek or Roman page.
At stated hours, his freakish thoughts engage ;
Ev'n in his pastimes he requires a friend.
To warn, and teach him safely to unbend;
O'er all his pleasures gently to preside.
Watch his emotions, and control their tide ;
And levying thus, and with an easy sway,
A tax of profit from his very play,
T' impress a value, not to be eras'd,
On moments squandcr'd else, and running all to waste.
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And seems it nothing in a father's eye,
That unimprov'd those many moments fly?
And is he well content his son shonld find
No nourishment to feed his growing mind,
But cojijugated verhs, and nouns declin'd ?
For such is all the mental food purvey'd
By public haeknies in the schooling trade ;
Who feed a pupil's intellect with store
Of syntax, truly, but with little more ;
Dismiss their cares, when they dismiss their flock
Machines themselves, and govern'd by a clock.
Perhaps a father, blest with any brains,
Would deem it no abuse, or waste of pains,
T' improve this diet, at no great expense.
With sav'ry truth and wholesome common sense ;
To lead his son, for prospects of delight.
To some not steep, though philosophic, height.
Thence to exhibit to his wond'ring eyes
Yon circling worlds, their distance, and their size
The moons of Jove, and Saturn's belted ball,
And the harmonious order of them all ;
To show him in an insect or a tlow'r
Such microscopic proof of skill and pow'r,
As, hid from ages past, God now displays
To combat atheists with in modern days ;
To spread the Earth betbre him, and comuieiul,
With designation of the finger's end.
Its various parts to his attentive note,
Thus brinsina: home to him the most remote ;
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To teach bis heart to ^low with gen'rous flame
Caught from the deeds of men of ancient fame:
And, more than all, with commendation due,
To set some Uving worthy in his view,
Whose fair example may at once inspire
A wish to copy what he must admire.
Such knowledge gain'd betimes, and whicli appears.
Though solid, not too weighty for his years.
Sweet in itself, and not forbidding sport,
When health demands it, of athletic sort,
Would make him — what some lovely boys have been,
And more than one perhaps that I have seen —
An evidence and reprehension both
Of the mere schoolboy's lean and tardy growtli.
Art thou a man professedly tied,
With all thy faculties elsewhere applied,
Too busy to intend a meaner care.
Than how t' enrich thyself, and next thine heir :
Or art thou (as, though rich, perhaps thou art)
But poor in knowledge, having none t' impart : —
Behold that figure, neat, though plainly clad ;
His sprightly mingled with a shade of sad;
Not of a nimble tongue, though now and then
Heard to articulate like other men ;
No jester, and yet lively in discourse,
His phrase well chosen, clear, and full of force ;
And his address, if not quite French in ease.
Not English stiff, but frank, and form'd to please ;
Low in the World, because he scorns its arts;
A man of letters, manners, morals, parts ;
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Unpatroniz'd, and therefore little known ;
Wise for himself and his few friends alone —
In him thy well-appointed proxy sec,
Arm'd for a work too difficult for thee ;
Prcpar'd by taste, by learning, and true worth.
To form thy son, to strike his genius forth ;
Beneath tly roof, beneath thine eye, to prove
The force of discipline, when back'd by love ;
To double all thy pleasure in thy child,
His mind inform'd, his morals undefil'd.
Safe under such a wing, the boy shall show
No spots contracted among grooms below.
Nor taint his speech with meannesses design'd
By footman Tom for witty and refin'd.
There, in his commerce with the liv'ried herd,
Lurks the contagion chiefly to be fear'd ;
For since (so fashion dictates) all, who claim
A higher than a mere plebeian fame.
Find it expedient, come what mischief may.
To entertain a thief or two in pay
(And they that can afford th' expense of more,
Some half a dozen, and some half a score),
Great cause occurs to save him from a band
So sure to spoil him, and so near at hand ;
A point secur'd, if once he be supplied
With some such Mentor always at his side.
Are such men rare? perhaps they would aboun<lj
Were occupation easier to be found,
Were education, else so sure to fail,
Conducted on a manageable scale,
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Atifl schools, that have outliv'd all just esfeeni,
Exchaiig'd for the secure domestic scheme. —
But, having found him, be thou duke or earl,
Show thou hast sense enough to prize the pearl.
And, as thou vvouidst th' advancement of thine heir
In all good faculties beneath his care,
Respect, as is but rational and just,
A man deem'd worthy of so dear a trust.
Despis'd by thee, what more can he expect
From youthful folly than the same neglect?
A flat and fatal negative obtains
That instant upon all his future pains ;
His lessons tire, his mild rebukes offend, ^
And all th' instructions of thy son's best friend >
Are a stream chok'd, or trickling to no cud. j
Doom him not then to solitary meals;
Eut recollect, that he has sense, and feels;
And that, possessor of a soul refin'd,
An upright heart, and cultivated mind,
His post not mean, his talents not unknown,
He deems it hard to vegetate alone.
And, if admitted at thy board he sit,
Account him no just mark for idle wit;
Ofl'eud not him, w liom modesty restrains
From repartee, with jokes that he disdains;
Much less transfix his feelings with an oath ;
Nor frown, unless he vanish with the cloth. —
And, trust me, his utility may reach
To more than he is hir'd or bound to teach;
Much trash unutter'd, and some ills undone,
J'hrough rev'rence of the censor of thy son.
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But, if thy table be indeed unclean,
Foul with excess, and with discourse obscene.
And thou a wretch, whom, foU'vving her old plan,
The World accounts an honourable man,
Because forsooth thy courage has been tried
And stood the test, perhaps on the wrong side ;
Though thou hadst never grace enough to prove,
"J'hat any thing but vice could win thy love; —
Or hast thou a polite card-playing wife,
Chain'd to the routs that she frequents for life;
Who, just when industry begins to snore,
riies, wing'd with joy, to some coach-crowded door;
And thrice in ev'ry winter throngs thine own
With half the chariots and sedans in town,
Thyself meanwhile e'en shifting as thou may's! ;
Not veiy sober though, uor very chaste ; —
Or is thine house, though less superb thy rank,
If not a scene of pleasure, a mere blank.
And thou at best, and in thy sob'rest mood,
A trifler vain, and empty of all good ;
Though mercy for thyself thou canst have none.
Hear Nature plead, show mercy to thy son.
Sav'd from his home, where ev'ry day brings forth
Some mischief fatal to his future worth.
Find him a better in a distant spot.
Within some pious pastor's humble cot,
Where vile example (yours I chiefly mean.
The most seducing, and the oft'nest seen)
May never more be stamp'd upon his breast,
Not yet perhaps incurably impress'd.
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Where early rest makes early rising sure,
Disease or comes not, or finds easy cure.
Prevented much by diet neat and plain ;
Or, if it enter, soon starv'd out again :
Where all th' attention of his faithful host,
Discreetly limited to two at most.
May raise such fruits as shall reward his rare,
And not at last evaporate in air:
Where, stillness aiding study, and his mind
Serene, and to his duties much inclin'd,
Not occupied in day-dreams, as at home.
Of pleasures past, or follies yet to come,
His virtuous toil may terminate at last
In settled habit and decided taste. —
But whom do I advise ? the fashion-led,
Th' incorrigibly wrong, the deaf, the dead.
Whom care and cool deliberation suit
Not better much than spectacles a brute ;
Who, if their sons some slight tuition share.
Deem it of no great moment whose, or where ;
Too proud t' adopt the thoughts of one unknown,
And much too gay t' have any of their own.
But courage, man ! methought the muse replied,
Mankind are various, and the World is wide:
The ostrich, silliest of the feather'd kind,
\nd form'd of God without a parent's mind,
( 'ommits her eggs, incautious, to the dust,
Forgetful that the foot may crush the trust;
And, while on public nurs'ries they rely.
Not knowing, and too oft not caring, wh)',
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Irrational in what they thus prefer,
No few, that would seem wise, resemble her.
But all are not alike. Thy warning voice
May here and there prevent erroneous choice ;
And some perhaps, who, busy as they are,
Yet make their progeny their dearest care
(Whose hearts will ache, once told what ills may rcacJi
Their offspring, left upon so wild a beach),
"\^'ill need no stress of argument t' enforce
Th' expedience of a less advent'rous course :
The rest w ill slight thy counsel, or condemn ;
But they have human feelings — turn to them.
To you then, tenants of life's middle state.
Securely plac'd between the small and great,
Whose character, yet undebauch'd, retains
Two-thirds of all the Airtue that remains.
Who, wise yourselves, desire your son should Icani
Your wisdom and your ways — to you I turn.
Look round you on a World perversely blind;
See what contempt is fall'n on humankind;
See wealth abus'd, and dignities misplac'd,
Great titles, offices, and trusts disgrac'd,
Long lines of ancestry, renown'd of old,
'J'heir noble qualities all queuch'd and cold ;
See Bedlam's closetted and hand-cuff'd charge
Surpass'd in frenzy by the mad at large ;
See great commanders making war a trade,
Great lawyers, lawyers wiliiout study made;
Churchmen, in whose esteem their best employ
Is odious, and their wages all their joy,
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Who, far euough from furnishing their shelves
With Gospel lore, turn infidels tiicmselves ;
See womanhood despis'd, and manhood sham'd
Witii infamy too nauseous to be uam'd,
Fops at all corners, ladylike in mien,
Ci vetted fellows, smelt ere they are seen.
Else coarse and rude in manners, and their tongue
<)n fire with curses, and with nonsense hung.
Now flush'd with drunk'nuess, now with whoredom
Their breath a sample of last night's regale ; [pale.
See volunteers in all the vilest arts,
Men well endow'd, of honourable parts,
Design'd by Nature wise, but self-made fools;
Ail these, and more like these, were bred at schools.
And if it chance, as sometimes chance it will,
That though school-bred the boy be virtuous still ;
Such rare exceptions, shining in the dark,
Prove, rather than impeach, the just remark :
As here and there a twinkling star descried
Serves but to show how black is all beside.
Now look on him, whose very voice in tone
Just echoes thine, whose features are thine own,
And stroke his jMilish'd check of purest red,
And lay thine hand upon his flaxen head,
And say, IMy boy, tii' unwelcome hour is come,
\\ heu thou, transplanted from thy genial home.
Must find a colder soil and bleaker air.
And trust for safety to a stranger's care;
W'lvAt ciiaracter, what turn thou wilt assume
From constant converse with I know uot whom ;
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Who there will court thy friendship, with what views.
And, artless as thou art, whom thou wilt choose;
Though much depends on what thy choice shall be,
Is all chance-medley, and unknown to me.
Canst thou, the tear just trembling on thy lids,
And while the dreadful risk foreseen forbids;
Free too, and under no constraining force,
Unless the sway of custom warp thy course ;
Lay such a stake upon the losing side,
Merely to gratify so blind a guide ?
Thou canst not! Nature, pulling at thine heart.
Condemns th' unfatlicrly, th' imprudent part.
Thou wouldst not, deaf to Nature's tend'rest plea,
Turn him adrift upon a roUing sea.
Nor say. Go thither, conscious that there lay
A brood of asps, or quicksands in his way ;
Then, only govcrn'd by the selfsame rule
Of nat'ral pity, send him not to school.
No— guard him better. Is he not thine own,
Thyself in miniature, thy flesh, thy bone ?
And hop'st thou not ('tis ev'ry father's hope)
That, since thy strength must with thy years cloj)c,
And thou wilt need some comfort, to assuage
Health's last farewell, a staff in thine old age,
That then, in recompense of all thy cares.
Thy child shall show respect to thy grey hairs.
Befriend thee, of all other friends bereft.
And give thy life its only cordial left?
Aware then how much danger intervenes,
To compass that good end, forecast the means.
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His heart, now passive, yields to thy command ;
Secure it thine, its key is in thine hand,
IC thoH desert thy charge, and throw it wide,
No heed what guests there enter and abide,
Complain not if attachments lewd and base
Supplant thee in it, and usurp thy place.
But, if thou guard its sacred chambers sure
From vicious inmates and delights impure,
Either his gratitude shall hold him fast.
And keep him warm and filial to the last ;
Or, if he prove unkind (as who can say
But being man, and therefore frail, he may?)
One comfort yet shall cheer thine aged heart,
Howe'er he slight thee, thou hast done thy part.
Oh barb'rous ! wouldst thou with a gothic hand
Pull down the schools— what! — all the schools i'th'
Or throw them up to liv'ry-nags and grooms, [land;
Or turn them into shops and auction rooms ?
A captious question, sir (and yours is one).
Deserves an answer similar, or none.
Wouldst thou, possessor of a (lock, employ
(Appris'd that he is such) a careless boy,
And feed him well, and give him handsome pay.
Merely to sleep, and let them run astray?
Survey our schools and colleges, and see
A sight not much unlike my simile.
From education, as the leading cause.
The public character its colour draws;
Thence the prevailing manners take their cast.
Extravagant or sober, loose or chaste.
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