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Crown the great hymn! In swarming cities vast,
Afsembled men, to the deep organ'join
The long resounding voice, oft breaking clear
At folemn pauses, thro' the fwelling bafe ;
And, as each mingling flame increases each,
In
one

united ardour rise to heaven.
Or if you rather chuse the rural shade,
And find a fane in every

sacred

grove ;
There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, !
The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre,
Still fing the God of Seasons as they roll.
For me, when I forget the darling theme,
Whether the blossom blows, the summer ray
Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams ;
Or Winter rises in the blackening eait ;
Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more,
And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat !

Should fate command me to the farthest verge
Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes,
Rivers unknown to fong ; where first the sun
Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam
Flames on th' Atlantic isles.;-'tis nought to me;
Since God is ever present, ever felt,
In the void waste as in the city full;
And where HE vital spreads there must be joy.
When even at last the folemn hour shall come,
And wing my mystic flight to future worlds,
I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers,
Will rising wonders fing: I cannot go,
Where UNIVERSAL LOve not smiles around,
Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their fons :
From seeming Evil ftill educing Good,
And Better thence again, and Better flill,
In infinite progression. But I lose
Myself in Him, in LICHT INEFFABLE!
Come then, expressive Silence, mufe his praise,

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SECTION VII.

1. The Gameleon.

OFT
FT has it been my lot to mark

A proud, conceited, talking spark,
Retorning from his finish'd tour,
Grown ten times perter tlian before :
Whatever word you chance to drop,
The travell’d fool your mouth will Nop-
“Sir, if my judgment you'll allowa
I've seen-and sure I ought to know."'-
So begs you'd pay a due

fubmillion, and acquiesce in his decision.

Two travellers of such a cast,
As o'er Arabia's wilds they pass’d,
And on their way, in friendly chat,
Now talk'd of this, and then of that ;
Discours'd a while, 'mongst other matter,
Of the Cameleon's form and nature.
“ A stranger animal,” cries one,
* Sure never liv'd beneath the sun:
A lizard's body lean and long,
A fish's head, a ferpent's tongue,
Its tooth with triple claw disjoin'd;
And what a length of tail behind!
How flow its pace! and then its hue
Who ever saw so fine a blue !"!

" Hold there," the other quick replies. ,
« 'Tis green : I saw it with these eyes,
As late with open mouth it lay,
And warm'd it in the funny ray:
Stretch'd at its ease the beast 1 view'd,
And law it eat the air for food.

" I've seen it, Sir, as well as you,
And must again affirm it. blue.
At leisure I the beast iurvey'd,
Extended in the cooling shade."

'Tis green, 'tis green, Sir, I assure ye"66 Green !" cries the other in a fury

06. Why

" Why, Sir, d'ye think I've lost my eyes” |
“ 'Twere no great loss,” the friend replies ;
" For if they always serve you thus,
You'll find them but of little use."

So high at last the contest rose,
From words they almost came to blows :
When luckily came by a third :
To him the question they referr'd;
And begg'd' he'd tell them, if he knew,
Whether the thing was green or blue.

“ Sirs," cries the umpire, “ cease your pothery,
The creature's-neither one' nor t’other.
I caught the animal last night,
And view'd it o'er by candle-light:
I mark'd it well—'twas black as jet-
You stare but, Sirs, I've got it yet,
And can produce it.”-“ Pray, Sir, do:
I'll lay my life the thing is blue.”
" And I'll be sworn, that when you've seen
The reptile, you'll pronounce him green."
56 Well then, at once to end the doubt,
Replies' the mạn, “ I'll turn him out:
And when before your eyes. I've set him,
If
you

don't find him black, l'll eat him." He said : then full before their sight Produc'd the beast : and lo!-'twas white.

II. On the Order of Nature.'-
SEE, through this air, this ocean, and this earth,,

Al matter quick, and bursting into birth.
Above, how high progressive life may go!
Around, how wide! how deep extend below!
Vast chain of being ! which from God began
Natures ethereal, human; angel, man ;
Beast, bird, filh, insect, what no eye can see,
No glass can reach ;. from Infinite to thee,
From thee to Nothing.-On fuperiour pow'rs;
Were we to press, inferiour' might on ours ;
Or in the full creation leave a void,
Where, one step broken, the great fcale's destroy'd :
From Nature's chain whatever link you strike,
Tonth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.

R3.

What?

What if the foot, ordain!d the dust to tread,
Or hand, to toil, aspir'd to be the head?
What if the head, the eye, or ear repin'd

To serve mere engines to the ruling Mind?
Just as absurd for any part to claim
To be another, in this gen'ral frame:
Just as absurd, to mourn the tasks or pains,
The great directing Mind of All ordains.

All are but parts of one ftupendous whole;.
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul:
That, chang'd through all, and yet in all the same;
Great in the earth, as in th’ ethereal frame,
Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees;
Lives through all life, extends through all extent,
Spreads undivided, operates unfpent ;
Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part,
As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart.;
As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, -
As the rapt feraph that adores and burns :
To him no high, no low, no great, no fmall ja
He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.

Cease then, nor Order imperfection name ::
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
Know thy own point: this kind, this due degree:
Of blindness, weakness, Heav'n bestows on thelei.
Submit.-In this, or any other sphere,
Secure to be as bleft as thou canst bear ::
Safe in the hand of one difpofing Pow'r,
Or in the natal, or the mortal hour.
All Nature, is but Art unknown to thee;
All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not fee ;;
All Discord, Harmony not understood ;
All partial Evil, universal Good:
And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's fpite,
One truth is clear,--WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHTä.

IIT. Description of a Country Ale-house.
NEAR yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high,

Where once the fign-poft caught the pafing eye Low lies that house, where nut-brown draughts inspir'd; Where gray beard mirth, and smiling toil, retir'd;

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Where village-statesmen talk'd with looks profound,
And news much older than their ale went round,
Imagination fondly loops, to trace
The parlour-fplendours of that festive-place
The white-wash'd wall; the nicely-fanded floor ; .
The varnish'd clock, that click'd behind the door ;
The chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay,
A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day;
The pictures plac'd for ornament and use,
The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose;
The hearth, except when winter chill'd the day,
With aspen boughs, and flowers, and fennel, gay
While broken tea cups, wisely kept for show,
Rang'd o'er the chimney, glisten'd in a row.

Vain transitory splendours ! could not all.
Reprieve the tottering manfion from its fall!
Obscure it finks; nor shall it more impart
An hour's importance to the poor man's heart.
Thither no more the peasant sball repair
To sweet oblivion of his daily care ;
No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale,
No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail ;-
No more the smith his dusky brow fhall clear,
Relax his ponderous Itrength, and lean to hear
The host bimself no longer shall be found
Careful to see the mantling bliss go round ;
Nor the coy maid, half willing to be press'd,
Shall kiss the cup, to pass it to the reste

IV. Character of a Country Schoolmaster.
BESIDE yon straggling fence, that skirts the way

With bloffomd furze unprofitably gay,
There, in his noify manfion, skills to rule,
The village-master taught his little school.
A man severe he was, and stern to view :
liknew him well; and every truant knew.
Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace:
The day's disasters in his morning face ::
Full well they laugh'd, with counterfeited gleeg,
At all his jokes for many a joke had he:
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd.

Yet

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