Vice in his high career would stand appalled,
And heedless rambling impulse learn to think;
The conscious heart of charity would warm,
And her wide wish benevolence dilate;
The social tear would rise, the social sigh;
And into clear perfection, gradual bliss,
Refining still, the social passions work.
From SUMMER
(LIFE’S MEANING TO THE GENEROUS MIND)
Forever running an enchanted round,
Passes the day, deceitful vain and void,
As fleets the vision o’er the formful
brain,
This moment hurrying wild th’ impassioned
soul,
The nest in nothing lost. ’Tis
so to him,
The dreamer of this earth, an idle blank;
A sight of horror to the cruel wretch,
Who all day long in sordid pleasure rolled,
Himself an useless load, has squandered
vile,
Upon his scoundrel train, what might have
cheered
A drooping family of modest worth.
But to the generous still-improving mind,
That gives the hopeless heart to sing
for joy,
Diffusing kind beneficence around,
Boastless,—as now descends
the silent dew,—
To him the long review of ordered life
Is inward rapture, only to be felt.
FROM SPRING
[THE DIVINE FORCE IN SPRING]
Come, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness,
come!
And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud,
While music wakes around, veiled in a
shower
Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend!
O Hertford, fitted or to shine in courts
With unaffected grace, or walk the plain
With Innocence and Meditation joined
In soft assemblage, listen to my song,
Which thy own season paints, when nature
all
Is blooming and benevolent, like thee.
And see where surly Winter passes off,
Far to the north, and calls his ruffian
blasts:
His blasts obey, and quit the howling
hill,
The shattered forest, and the ravaged
vale;
While softer gales succeed, at whose kind
touch—
Dissolving snows in livid torrents lost—
The mountains lift their green heads to
the sky.
As yet the trembling year is unconfirmed,
And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze,
Chills the pale morn, and bids his driving
sleets
Deform the day delightless; so that scarce
The bittern knows his time, with bill
engulfed,
To shake the sounding marsh, or from the
shore
The plovers when to scatter o’er
the heath
And sing their wild notes to the listening
waste.
At last from Aries rolls the bounteous
sun,
And the bright Bull receives him.
Then no more
Th’ expansive atmosphere is cramped
with cold,
But, full of life and vivifying soul,
Lifts the light clouds sublime and spreads
them thin,
Fleecy and white, o’er all-surrounding
heaven;