"Then waken from long lethargy to life*
The seeds of happiness and powers of thought;
Then jarring appetites forego their strife,

A strife by ignorance to madness wrought. Pleasure by savage man is dearly bought With fell revenge, lust that defies control. With gluttony and death. The mind untaught Is a dark waste, where fiends and tempests howl; As Phoebus to the world is Science to the Soul.

"And Reason now through Number, Time, and Darts the keen lustre of her serious eye, [Space, And learns, from facts compared the laws to trace, Whose long progression leads to Deity. Can mortal strength presume to soar so high! Can mortal sight so oft bedimmed with tears, Such glory bear?-for, lo! the shadows fly From Nature's face; Confusion disappears, And order charms the eye, and harmony the ears.

In the deep windings of the grove no more
The hag obscene, and grisly phantom dwell;
Nor in the fall of mountain-stream or roar
Of winds, is heard the angry spirits yell;
No wizard mutters the tremendous spell,

*The influence of the Philosophic Spirit, in humaniz. ing the mind, and preparing it for intellectual exertion, and delicate pleasure ;-in exploring, by the help of geometry, the system of the universe ;-in banishing superstition; in promoting navigation, agriculture, medicine, and moral and political science:-from this Stanza to the end of the first Stanza, Page 31.

Nor sinks convulsive in prophetic swoon;

Nor bids the noise of drums and trumpets swell, To ease of fancied pangs the labouring moon, Or chase the shade that blots the blazing orb of noon.

Many a long-lingering year, in lonely isle, Stunned with the eternal turbulence of waves, Lo, with dim eyes that never learned to smile, And trembling hands the famished native craves Of Heaven his wretched fare: shivering in caves, Or scorched on rocks, he pines from day to day; But Science gives the word; and lo, he braves The surge and tempest, lighted by her ray, And to a happier land wafts merrily away.

And even where Nature loads the teeming plain With the full pomp of vegetable store, Her bounty, unimproved is deadly bane : Dark woods and rankling wilds, from shore to shore Stretch their enormous gloom; which to explore Even Fancy trembles in her sprightliest mood; For there each eye-ball gleams with lust of gore, Nestles each murderous and each inonstrous brood, Plague lurks in every shade, and steams from every flood.

""Twas from Philosophy man learned to tame
The soil by plenty to intemperance fed.
Lo! from the echoing axe, and thundering flame,
Poison and plague and yelling rage are fled.
The waters, bursting from their slimy bed,
Bring health and melody to every vale:

And, from the breezy main and mountain's head,

Ceres and Flora, to the sunny dale,

To fan their glowing charms, invite the fluttering gale.

"What dire necessities on every hand
Our art, our strength, our fortitude require!
Of foes intestine what a numerous band
Against this little throb of life conspire!
Yet Science can elude their fatal ire,

Awhile, and turn aside Death's levelled dart,

Sooth the sharp pang, allay the fever's fire, [heart, And brace the nerves once more, and cheer the And yet a few soft nights and balmy days impart.

"Nor less to regulate man's moral frame
Science exerts her all-composing sway.

Flutters thy breast with fear, or pants for fame,
Or pines to Indolence and Spleen a prey,
Or Avarice, a fiend more fierce than they?
Flee to the shades of Academus' grove;

Where cares molest not! discord melts away

In harmony, and the pure passions prove [of Love. How sweet the words of truth_breathed from the lips

"What cannot Art and Industry perform, When Science plans the progress of their toil? They smile at penury, disease, and storm; And oceans from their mighty mounds recoil. When tyrants scourge, or demagogues embroil A land, or when the rabble's headlong rage Order transforms to anarchy and spoil, Deep-versed in man the philosophic Sage Prepares with lenient hand their phrenzy to assuage

""Tis he alone, whose comprehensive mind, From situation, temper, soil, and clime Explored, a nation's various powers can bind And various orders, in one form sublime Of policy, that, midst the wrecks of time, Secure shall lift its head on high, nor fear The assault of foreign or domestic crime. While public faith, and public love sincere, And Industry and Law maintain their sway severe."

Enraptured by the Hermit's strain, the youth
Proceeds the path of Science to explore.
And now, expanding to the beams of Truth,
New energies, and charms unknown before,
His mind discloses; Fancy now no more
Wantons on fickle pinion through the skies;
But, fixed in aim, and conscious of her power,
Sublime from cause to cause exults to rise,
Creation's blended stores arranging as she flies.

Nor love of novelty alone inspires,

Their laws and nice dependencies to scan;
For, mindful of the aids that life requires,
And of the services man owes to man,
He meditates new arts on Nature's plan,
The cold desponding breast of Sloth to warm,
The flame of Industry and Genius fan,
And Emulation's noble rage alarm,

And the long hours of Toil and Solitude to charm.

But she, who set on fire his infant heart,

And all his dreams and all his wanderings shared,

And blessed the Muse, and her celestial art, Still claim the Enthusiast's fond and first regard, From Nature's beauties variously compared And variously combined, he learns to frame Those forms of bright perfection, which the Bard, While boundles hopes and boundless views inflame, Enamoured consecrates to never dying-fame.

Of late, with cumbersome, though pompous show,
Edwin would oft his flowery rhyme deface
Through ardour to adorn: but Nature now
To his experienced eye a modest grace
Presents, where Ornament the second place
Holds to intrinsic worth and just design
Subservient still. Simplicity apace

Tempers his rage: he owns her charm divine, And clears the ambiguous phrase, and lops the unwieldy line.

Fain would I sing (much yet unsung remains)
What sweet delirium o'er his bosom stole,

When the great Shepherd of the Mantuan plains*

His deep majestic melody 'gan roll:

Fain would I sing, what transport stormed his soul, How the red current throbbed his veins along? When, like Pelides, bold beyond control, Gracefully terrible, sublimely strong,

[song.

Homer raised high to heaven the loud the impetuous

And how his lyre, though rude her first essays,
Now skilled to sooth, to triumph, to complain,

* Virgil.