lations, all will unite in praise and gratitude for what he did, and in sincere regret that his life was not spared longer to do more, as he doubtless would have done, to make mankind wiser and better, by pouring forth further treasures from a mind filled with the purest and noblest sentiments.
Whether in crowds or solitudes, in streets Or shady groves, dwelt Happiness, it seems In vain to ask; her nature makes it vain; Though poets much, and hermits, talked and sung Of brooks and crystal founts, and weeping dews, And myrtle bowers, and solitary vales,
And with the nymph made assignations there, And wooed her with the love-sick oaten reed; And sages too, although less positive, Advised their sons to court her in the shade. Delirious babble all! Was happiness, Was self-approving, God-approving joy, In drops of dew, however pure? in gales, However sweet? in wells, however clear? Or groves, however thick with verdant shade? True, these were of themselves exceeding fair; How fair at morn and even! worthy the walk Of loftiest mind, and gave, when all within Was right, a feast of overflowing bliss; But were the occasion, not the cause of joy. They waked the native fountains of the soul Which slept before, and stirred the holy tides Of feeling up, giving the heart to drink From its own treasures draughts of perfect sweet.
The Christian faith, which better knew the heart Of man, him thither sent for peace, and thus Declared: Who finds it, let him find it there; Who finds it not, forever let him seek
In vain; 'tis God's most holy, changeless will. True Happiness had no localities,
No tones provincial, no peculiar garb. Where Duty went, she went, with Justice went, And went with Meekness, Charity, and Love. Where'er a tear was dried, a wounded heart Bound up, a bruised spirit with the dew Of sympathy anointed, or a pang Of honest suffering soothed, or injury Repeated oft, as oft by love forgiven; Where'er an evil passion was subdued, Or Virtue's feeble embers fanned; where'er A sin was heartily abjured and left; Where'er a pious act was done, or breathed A pious prayer, or wished a pious wish;
There was a high and holy place, a spot
Of sacred light, a most religious fane,
Where Happiness, descending, sat and smiled.
What tongue!-no tongue shall tell what bliss o'erflowed The mother's tender heart, while round her hung The offspring of her love, and lisped her name As living jewels dropped unstained from heaven, That made her fairer far, and sweeter seem Than every ornament of costliest hue!
And who hath not been ravished, as she passed With all her playful band of little ones, Like Luna with her daughters of the sky, Walking in matron majesty and grace?
All who had hearts here pleasure found: and oft Have I, when tired with heavy task, for tasks Were heavy in the world below, relaxed
My weary thoughts among their guiltless sports,
And led them by their little hands a-field,
And watched them run and crop the tempting flowerWhich oft, unasked, they brought me, and bestowed With smiling face, that waited for a look
Of praise-and answered curious questions, put
In much simplicity, but ill to solve;
And heard their observations strange and new; And settled whiles their little quarrels, soon Ending in peace, and soon forgot in love.
Gay, guileless, sportive, lovely little things! Playing around the den of sorrow, clad In smiles, believing in their fairy hopes, And thinking man and woman true! all joy, Happy all day, and happy all the night!
But there was one in folly further gone; With eye awry, incurable, and wild, The laughing-stock of devils and of men, And by his guardian-angel quite given up-
The Miser, who with dust inanimate
Held wedded intercourse. Ill-guided wretch!
Thou might'st have seen him at the midnight hour, When good men slept, and in light-winged dreams Ascended up to God-in wasteful hall,
With vigilance and fasting worn to skin
And bone, and wrapped in most debasing rags- Thou might'st have seen him bending o'er his heaps, And holding strange communion with his gold; And as his thievish fancy seemed to hear The night-man's foot approach, starting alarmed, And in his old, decrepit, withered hand, That palsy shook, grasping the yellow earth To make it sure. Of all God made upright, And in their nostrils breathed a living soul, Most fallen, most prone, most earthy, most debased. Of all that sold Eternity for Time,
None bargained on so easy terms with death. Illustrious fool! Nay, most inhuman wretch! He sat among his bags, and, with a look
Which Hell might be ashamed of, drove the poor Away unalmsed; and 'midst abundance died- Sorest of evils-died of utter want!
Not unremembered is the hour when friends Met. Friends, but few on earth, and therefore dear; Sought oft, and sought almost as oft in vain; Yet always sought, so native to the heart,
So much desired and coveted by all.
Nor wonder those-thou wonderest not, nor need'st. Much beautiful, and excellent, and fair,
Than face of faithful friend, fairest when seen In darkest day; and many sounds were sweet, Most ravishing and pleasant to the ear; But sweeter none than voice of faithful friend, Sweet always, sweetest heard in loudest storm. Some I remember, and will ne'er forget; My early friends, friends of my evil day; Friends in my mirth, friends in my misery too; Friends given by God in mercy and in love; My counsellors, my comforters, and guides; My joy in grief, my second bliss in joy; Companions of my young desires; in doubt My oracles, my wings in high pursuit. O. I remember, and will ne'er forget Our meeting spots, our chosen sacred hours, Our burning words that uttered all the soul, Our faces beaming with unearthly love; Sorrow with sorrow sighing, hope with hope Exulting, heart embracing heart entire. As birds of social feather helping each
His fellow's flight, we soared into the skies, And cast the clouds beneath our feet, and earth,
With all her tardy leaden-footed cares,
And talked the speech, and ate the food of heaven!
These I remember, these selectest men, And would their names record; but what avails My mention of their names? Before the throne They stand illustrious 'mong the loudest harps, And will receive thee glad, my friend and theirs- For all are friends in heaven, all faithful friends; And many friendships in the days of time Begun, are lasting here, and growing still; So grows ours evermore, both theirs and mine.
Pleasant were many scenes, but most to me The solitude of vast extent, untouched
By hand of art, where nature sowed herself,
And reaped her crops; whose garments were the clouds; Whose minstrel brooks; whose lamps the moon and stars; Whose organ-choir the voice of many waters;
Whose banquets morning dews; whose heroes storms; Whose warriors mighty winds; whose lovers flowers;, Whose orators the thunderbolts of God;
Whose palaces the everlasting hills;
Whose ceiling heaven's unfathomable blue;
And from whose rocky turrets battled high
Prospect immense spread out on all sides round, Lost now beneath the welkin and the main, Now walled with hills that slept above the storm. Most fit was such a place for musing men, Happiest sometimes when musing without aim. It was, indeed, a wondrous sort of bliss
The lonely bard enjoyed when forth he walked, Unpurposed; stood, and knew not why; sat down, And knew not where; arose, and knew not when; Had eyes, and saw not; ears, and nothing heard; And sought-sought neither heaven nor earth-sought nought, Nor meant to think; but ran meantime through vast
Of visionary things, fairer than aught
That was; and saw the distant tops of thoughts,
Which men of common stature never saw,
Greater than aught that largest worlds could hold, Or give idea of to those who read.
He entered into Nature's holy place, Her inner chamber, and beheld her face Unveiled; and heard unutterable things, And incommunicable visions saw; Things then unutterable, and visions then Of incommunicable glory bright;
But by the lips of after-ages formed To words, or by their pencil pictured forth; Who, entering farther in, beheld again,
And heard unspeakable and marvellous things,
Which other ages in their turn revealed, And left to others greater wonders still.
The Seasons came and went, and went and came, To teach men gratitude; and as they pass'd, Gave warning of the lapse of time, that else Had stolen unheeded by. The gentle flowers Retired, and, stooping o'er the wilderness, Talk'd of humility, and peace, and love. The dews came down unseen at evening-tide, And silently their bounties shed, to teach Mankind unostentatious charity.
With arm in arm the forest rose on high, And lesson gave of brotherly regard. And, on the rugged mountain-brow exposed, Bearing the blast alone, the ancient oak Stood, lifting high his mighty arm, and still
To courage in distress exhorted loud.
The flocks, the herds, the birds, the streams, the breeze,
Attun'd the heart to melody and love.
Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept Essential love; and, from her glorious bow, Bending to kiss the earth in token of peace, With her own lips, her gracious lips, which God Of sweetest accent made, she whisper'd still, She whisper'd to Revenge, Forgive, forgive! The sun, rejoicing round the earth, announced Daily the wisdom, power, and love of God. The Moon awoke, and from her maiden face, Shedding her cloudy locks, look'd meekly forth, And with her virgin stars walk'd in the heavens, Walk'd nightly there, conversing, as she walk'd, Of purity, and holiness, and God.
In dreams and visions, sleep instructed much. Day utter'd speech to day, and night to night
Taught knowledge. Silence had a tongue; the grave, The darkness, and the lonely waste, had each
A tongue, that ever said, Man! think of God!
Think of thyself! think of eternity!
Fear God, the thunders said; Fear God, the waves.
Fear God, the lightning of the storm replied. Fear God, deep loudly answer'd back to deep.
Hail love, first love, thou word that sums all bliss! The sparkling cream of all Time's blessedness,
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