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CHA P. X XI V. The Pain arising from virtuous emo
tions attended with Pleasure.. Benoid
' Of Heav'n's eternal destiny to many For ever just, benevolent and wise : That Virtue's awful steps , howe'er pursued By: vexing Fortune and intrusive Pain, Should never be divided from her chaste, Her fair attendant, Pleasilre Need I urge Thy, tardy thought through all the various round Of this existence, that thy soft'ning soul At length may learn what energy the handOf Virtue mingles in the bitter tide Of passion swelling with distress and pain, To mitigate tho sharp with gracious drops Of cordial Pleasure ?--Ask the faithful youth, Why the cold urn of her whom long he lov'd, So often fills his arms ; so often draws His lonely footsteps , at the silent hour,
the mournful tribute of his tears? ! he will tell thee that the wealth of worlds Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour, wlien stealing from the noise Of care and envy, sweet remembrance sooths With virtue's kindest looks his aching breast, And turns his tears to rapture.
-Ask the crowd Which flies impatient from the village-walk To climb the neighb'ring cliffs, when far below The cruel winds have hurl'd
the coast Some hapless bark; while sacred pity melts The gen'ral eye, or terror's icy hand Soites their distorted limbs and horrent liair; While every
mother closer to her breast Catches her child, and pointing where the waves Foam thro' the shatter'd vessel, shrieks alond, As one poor wretch , that spreads bis pitious armer For succour , swallow'd by the roaring surge ja
As now another , dash'd against the rock,
Till desolation o'er the grass-grown street
for the lot Of him who sits amid the gaudy herd Of mute barbarians bending to his nod, And bears aloft his gold-invested front, And says within himself, « I am a king, » And wherefore should the clanı'rous voice of woe » Intrude
mine ear?» -The baleful dregs Of these late ages, this inglorious draught Of servitude and folly, have not yet , (Blest be th' Eternal Ruler of the world !) Defild to such a depth of sordid shame The native honours of the human soul Nor so effac'd the image of its sire. AKENSIDE.
CHA P. X X V.
On Taste. Sus, what is faste , but the internal powers Active, and strong, and feelingly alive To each fine impulse ? a discerning sense Of decent and sublime, with quick disgust Fronı things deform'd , or disarrang'd, or gross In species? This nor gems , nor stores of gold, Nor purple state , nor culture can bestow; But God alone, when first his active hand Imprints the sacred bias of the soul. He, mighty Parent! wise and just in all, Free as the vital breeze, or light of heav'n ,
Reveals the charms of nature. Ask the swain
spread his careless limbs amid the cool
CHA P. X X V I. The Pleasures arising from a cultivated
imagination. Oblest of Hear'n, whom not the languid songs Of luxury, the Siren! not the bribes. Of sordid wealth, nor all the gaudy spoils Of pageant honour, can seduce to ease Those ever blooming sweets, which froin the store Of nature , fair imagination cults To charm th' enliven'd soul! What tho' not all. Of mortal offspring can attain the height Of envied life; tho’ only few possess Patrician treasures or imperial state : Yet nature's to all'her children just, With richer treasures and an ampler state Endows at large whatever happy man Will deign to use them. His the city's pomp , The rural honours his. Whate'er adorns The princely dome , the column and the arch The breathing marbles and the sculptur'd gold , Beyond the proud possessor's narrow claim , His tuneful breast enjoys. For him the spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds; for him the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn.. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings : And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibesThe setting sun's effulgence, not a strain Prom all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreprov'd. Nor then partakes. Fresh pleasure only: for th' attentive mind By this harmonious action on her pow'rs Becomes herself harmonious: wont so ost. In.outward things to mediate the charm: