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Such within ourselves we hear
Oft-times, ours though sent from far
Listen, ponder, hold them dear ;
For of God, - of God they are !
Beneath the concave of an April sky,
When all the fields with freshest green were dight,
Appeared, in presence of that spiritual eye
That aids or supersedes our grosser sight,
The form and rich habiliments of One
Whose countenance bore resemblance to the sun,
When it reveals, in evening majesty,
Features half lost amid their own pure light.
Poised in the middle region of the air
He hung, - then floated with angelic ease
(Softening that bright effulgence by degrees)
Until he reached a rock, of summit bare,
Where ost the vent'rous Heifer drinks the summer
Upon the apex of that lofty cone
Alighted, there the Stranger stood alone ;
Fair as a gorgeous Fabric of the East
Suddenly raised by some Enchanter's power,
Where nothing was; and firm as some old Tower
Of Britain's realm, whose leafy crest
Waves high, embellished by a gleaming shower!
Beneath the shadow of his purple wings
Rested a golden Harp; -he touch'd the strings ;
And, after prelude of unearthly sound
Poured through the echoing hills around,
He sang, “ No wintry desolations,
Scorching blight, or noxious dew, 6 Affect
native habitations ; “ Buried in glory, far beyond the scope “ Of man's enquiring gaze, and imaged to his hope “ (Alas, how faintly!) in the hue “ Profound of night's ethereal blue; “ And in the aspect of each radiant orb; “ Some fixed, some wandering with no timid curb; “ But wandering orb and fixed, to mortal eye, 6. Blended in absolute serenity, “ And free from semblance of decline;“ So wills eternal Love, with power divine.
“ And what if his presiding breath
“ Impart a sympathetic motion
“ Unto the gates of life and death,
Throughout the bounds of earth and ocean;
“ Though all that feeds on nether air,
“ Howe'er magnificent or fair,
“ Grows but to perish, and entrust
" Its ruins to their kindred dust;
“ Yet, by the Almighty's ever-during care,
“ Her procreant vigils Nature keeps
“ Amid the unfathomable deeps;
“ And saves the peopled fields of earth
“ From dread of emptiness or dearth.
“ Thus, in their stations, lifting tow'rd the sky
“ The foliaged head in cloud-like majesty,
“ The shadow-casting race of Trees survive:
“ Thus, in the train of Spring, arrive
“ Sweet Flowers ;--- what living eye hath viewed
“ Their myriads ? - endlessly renewed,
6 Wherever strikes the sun's glad ray ;
" Where'er the joyous waters stray;
Wherever sportive zephyrs bend « Their course, or genial showers descend ! “ Rejoice, O men! the very Angels quit “ Their mansions unsusceptible of change, “ Amid your pleasant bowers to sit, “ And through your sweet vicissitudes to range !"
O, nursed at happy distance from the cares
Of a too-anxious world, mild pastoral Muse !
That, to the sparkling crown Urania wears,
And to her sister Clio's laurel wreath,
Prefer'st a garland culled from purple heath,
Or blooming thicket moist with morning dews ;
Was such bright Spectacle vouchsafed to me ?
And was it granted to the simple ear
Of thy contented Votary
Such melody to hear !
Him rather suits it, side by side with thee,
Wrapped in a fit of pleasing indolence,
While thy tired lute hangs on the hawthorn tree,
To lie and listen, till o'er-drowsed sense
Sinks, hardly conscious of the influence,
To the soft murmur of the vagrant Bee.