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The fear fupreme around their foften'd beds, Some holy man by prayer all op'ning Heaver difpreds.
Attended by a glad acclaiming train,
And spreading wide their hands they meck repentance feign'd.
But, ali! their fcerned day of grace was paft:
Whilft Phoebus fmote them fore, and fir'd the
Then, varying to a joyless land of bogs,
For ever hung on drizzly Aufter's beard;
Thro' thefe extremes a ceafeicfs round they fteer'd,
By cruel fiends ftill hurried to and fro, Gaunt Beggary, and Scorn, with many bellhounds moc.
The first was with bafe dunghill raga yehd, Tainting the gale, in which they flutter'd light; Of morbid hue his features, funk, and fad ; His hollow eyne fhook forth a fickly light; And o'er his lank jaw-bone, in piteous plight, His black rough beard was matted.rank,and vile; Direful to fee! and heart-appalling fight! Meantime foul fcurf and blotches him detik; And dogs, where'er he went, ftill barked all the while.
The other was a fell defpightful fiend:
Even fo through Brentford town, a town of mud,
And oft they plunge themselves the mire among: But ay the ruthlets driver goads them on, And ay of barking dogs the bitter throng Makes them renew their unmelodious moan; Ne ever find they reft from their unrefting fone. To the Memory of Sir Ifaac Newton.
SHALL the great foul of Newton quit this earth,
Yet am I not deterr'd, though high the theme,
And what new wonders can you fhew your gueft?
The tide revertive, unattracted, leaves A yellow wafte of idle fands behind.
Have ye not liften'd, while he bound the funs And planers to their spheres th' unequal taik Of human kind till then. Oft had they roll'd O'er ering man the year, and oft difgrac'd The pride of fchools, before their courfe was known Full in its caufes and effects, to him, All-piercing fage! who fat not down and dream'd Romantic fchemes, defended by the din Of fpecipus words, and tyranny of naines; But, bidding his amazing mind attend, And, with heroic patience, years and years Deep-fearching, faw at laft the fyftem dawn, And fhine, of all his race, on him alone. [ftrong! What were his raptures then! how pure! how And what the triumphs of old Greece and Rome, By his diminish'd, but the pride of boys In fome fmall fray victorious! when instead Of thatter'd parcels of this earth ufurp'd By violence unmanly, and fore deeds Of cruelty and blood, Nature herfelf Stood all-fubdued by him, and open laid Her ev'ry latent glory to his view. All intellectual eye, our folar round Firft gazing thro', he, by the blended pow'r Of gravitation and projection, faw The whole in filent harmony revolve. From unallifted visjon hid, the moons, To cheer remoter planets numerous form'd, By him in all their mingled tracts were feen. He alfo fix'd our wand'ring queen of night: Whether the wanes into a fcanty orb, Or, waxing broad, with her pale fhadowy light, In a foft deluge overflows the sky. Her ev'ry motion clear difcerning, He Adjusted to the mutual main, and taught Why now the mighty mafs of water twells Refiftlefs, heaving on the broken rocks, And the full river turning; till again
But what can man-Exen now the fons of light, wifdom truly perfect! thus to call
He, firit of inen, with awful wing purfued
Then breaking hence, he took his ardent flight Thro' the blue infinite; and ev'ry star, Which the clear concave of a winter's night Pours on the eye, or attronomic tube, Far-ftretching fnatches from the dark abyfs, Or fuch as farther in fucceffive kies To fancy thine alone, at his approach Blaz'd into funs, the living centre each Of an harmonious fyftem: all combin'd, And rul'd unerring by that fingle pow'r Which draws the ftone projected to the ground. O unprofufe magnificence divine!
The heavens are all his own; from the wild rule Of whirling vortices and circling spheres, To their first great fimplicity reitor d. The schools affonifa'd food; but found it vain To combat ftill with demonftration strong, And, unawaken'd, dream beneath the blaze Of truth. At once their pleasing vifions fled, With the gay fhadows of the morning mix'd, When Newton role, our philofophic fun.
The aerial flow of found was known to him, From whence it firft in wavy circles breaks, Till the touch'd organ takes the meffage in. Nor could the darting beam, of speed immenfe, Efcape his fwift purfuit, and meafuring eye. Even light itfelf, which ev'ry thing difplays, Shone undifcover'd, till his brighter mind Untwisted all the fhining robe of day; And from the whitening undiftinguish'd blaze, Collecting ev'ry ray into his kind, To the charm'd eye cduc'd the gorgeous train Of parent-colours. First, the flaming red Sprung vivid forth; the tawny orange next; And next delicious yellow, by whole fide Fell the kind beams of all-refreshing green; Then the pure blue, that fwells autumnal skies, Ethereal play'd; and then, of fadder hue, Emerg'd the deepen'd indico, as when The heavy-fkirted evening droops with froft; While the laft gleamings of refracted light Died in the fainting violet away. Thefe, when the clouds diftil the rofy fhow'r, Shine out diftinct adown the wat`ry bow; While o'er our heads the dewy vision bends Delightful, melting on the fields beneath. Myriads of mingling dyes from these refult, And myriads ftill remain-Infinite fource Of beauty, ever-flufhing, ever-new!
That now he wanders thro' thofe endless worlds He here fo well defcried, and wond'ring talks, And hymns their Author with his glad compeers.
But who can number up his labours His high difcov'ries fing? when but a few Of the deep-ftudying race can ftretch their minds To what he knew: in fancy's lighter thought How thall the Mufe then grafp the mighty theme?
What wonder thence that his devotion fwell'd Refponfive to his knowledge? for could he, Whofe piercing mental eye diffutive saw The finish'd univerfity of things, In all its order, magnitude and parts, Forbear inceffant to adore that Pow'r Who fills, fuftains, and actuates the whole ?
Say, ye who beft can tell, ye happy few, Who faw him in the fofteft lights of life, All unwithheld, indulging to his friends The vaft unborrow'd treafures of his mind, Oh fpeak the wondrous man! how mild, how calm, How greatly humble, how divinely good; How firm eftablish'd on eternal truth; Fervent in doing well, with ev'ry nerve Still preffing on, forgetful of the past, And panting for perfection: far above Thofe little cares and vifionary joys That fo perplex the fond impatiion'd heart Of ever-cheated, ever-trufting man!
And you, ye hopeiefs gloomy-minded tribe, You, who, unconfcious of those nobler flights That reach impatient at immortal life, Against the prime endearing privilege Of being dare contend, fay, can a foul Of fuch extenfive, deep, tremendous pow'rs, Enlarging till, be but a finer breath Of fpirits dancing thro' their tubes awhile, And then for ever loft in vacant air
But hark! methinks I hear a warning voice, Solemn as when fome awful change is come, Sound thro' the world—“ 'Tis done! the mea"fure's full; [ftones, "And I refign my charge."-Ye mould ring That build the tow'ring pyramid, the proud Triumphal arch, the monument effac'd By ruthlefs ruin, and whate'er fupports The worshipp'd name of hoar antiquity, Down to the duft! what grandeur can ye beaft, While Newton lifts his column to the fkies, Beyond the wafte of time? Let no weak drop Be thed for him. The virgin in her bloom Cut off, the joyous youth, and darling child, Thefe are the tombs that claim the tender tear And elegiac fong. But Newton calls For other notes of gratulation high,
O Britain's boaft! whether with angels thou Sitteft in dread difcourfe, or fellow-bleft, Who joy to fee the honour of their kind; Or whether, mounted on cherubic wing, Thy fwift carcer is with the whirling orbs, Comparing things with things, in rapture loft, And grateful adoration, for that light So plenteous ray'd into thy mind below, From Light himself: Oh look with pity down On human kind, a frail erroneous race! Exalt the fpirit of a downward world! O'er thy dejected country chief prefide, And be her Genius call'd! her ftudies raise, Correct her manners, and infpire her youth: For, tho' deprav'd and funk, the brought thee forth, And glories in thy name; the points thee cut To all her fons, and bids them eye thy ftar : While in expectance of the fecond life, When time fhall be no more, the facred duft Sleeps with her kings, and dignifies the scene.
$56. Hymn on Solitude. THOMSON. AIL, mildly-pleafing Solitude, Companion of the wife and good; But from whofe holy piercing eye The herd of fools and villains fly.
Oh! how I love with thee to walk, And liften to thy whifper'd talk, Which innocence and truth imparts, And melts the moft obdurate hearts!"
A thoufand fhapes you wear with cafe, And fill in ev'ry fhape you pleafe. Now wrapt in fome myfterious dream, A lone philofopher you feem; Now quick from hill to vale you fly, And now you fweep the vaulted fky. A fhepherd next you haunt the plain, And warble forth your oaten strain ; A lover now, with all the grace Of that fweet paflion in your face: Then, calm'd to friendship, you affume The gentle-looking Hartford's bloom, As, with her Mufidora, fhe
Her Mufidora fond of thee) Amid the long withdrawing vale !Awakes the rival'd nightingale.
Thine is the balmy breath of morn,
Defcending angels blefs thy train,
About thee fports fweet Liberty;
Oh, let me pierce thy fecret cell,
$57. Hymn to Darkness. YALDEN.
From form and duller matter free,
Thou foar ft above the reach of man's philofophy.
Great Monarch of the grave and womb!
And Earth a fabbath keeps, facred to reft and thee.
The fparkling gems, and ore in mines below,
Calm as the blefs'd above the anchorites dwell
When thou doft raife thy venerable head,
In caves of night, the oracles of old
Thy fhades inclos'd the hallow'd land,
In tempefts he gave laws, and clad himself in thee,
In thy ferener fhades our ghofts delight,
And court the umbrage of the night;
But fly the morning beams, and ficken at the day. Inferibed to Lady Langham, widow of Sir Jo.
Thou reign'ft in depths below, doft in the centre
Thou doft thy fmiles impartially bestow,
And know'ft no diff'rence here below:
But now the moon (tho' gay with borrow'd light)
And Nature's pow'r fubmit to thine:
§ S. Education. WEST.
Written in imitation of the Style and Manner of
"Unum ftudium vere liberale eft, quod liberum facit. Hoc fapientiae
ftucium eft, fublime, forte, magnanimun.: caetera pufilla et "puerilia funt-Phis fire velle quam fit fatis, intemperantias
genus eft. Quid, quod ifta liberalium artium confectatio molef "tos, verbolos, intempeftivos, fibi placentes facit, et ideo non "dicentes neceffaria, quia fupervacua didicerunt."
SEN. Ep. 88.
GOODLY Difcipline! from Heaven yfprung,
And thou, whofe pious and maternal care,
With mildeft awe and virtuous influence
Still as the fwelling paffions 'gan difclofe
A GENTLE knight there was whofe noble deeds
For by celeftial Wisdom whilom led
Thro' all the apartments of th' immortal mind,
His curious foul, he turn'd him to explore
Aye holding up before uncertain feet
+ Pædia is a Greek word, fignifying education.
Areeds, counfels. Parent-tree, the facred olive.] This tree grew in the Altis, or facred grove of Olympic Jupiter, at Olym pia, having, as the Eleans pretended, been originally planted there by Hercules. It was cfteemed facred; ard from at were taken the Olympic crowns.
Palmer, pilgrim. The perfon here fignified is Mr. Locke, characterized by his works. ** Sted, place, ftation. ++ Als, alfo, farther.