20 25 Come, Contemplation, whofe unbounded gaze, Swift in a glance, the courfe of things furveys; Who in thyself the various view canst find Of fea, land, air, and heaven, and human-kind; What tides of paffion in the bofom roll; What thoughts debafe, and what exalt the foul, Whose pencil paints, obfèquious to thy will, All thou furvey'ft, with a creative skill! Oh, leave awhile thy lov'd, fequefter'd shade! Awhile in wintery wilds vouchsafe thy aid! Then waf. me to fome olive, bowery green, Where, cloath'd in white, thou fhew'fta mind ferene; 30 Where kind Content from noife and court retires, And fmiling fits, while Mufes tune their lyres : Where Zephyrs gently breathe, while Sleep profound To their foft fanning nods, with poppies crown'd; Sleep, on a treasure of bright dreams reclines, By thee beftow'd; whence Fancy colour'd fhines, And flutters round his brow a hovering flight, Varying her plumes in visionary light. 35 40 The folar fires now faint and watery burn, Juft where with ice Aquarius frets his urn! If thaw'd, forth iffue, from its mouth fevere, Raw clouds, that fadden all th' inverted year. When Froft and Fire with martial powers engag'd, Froft, northward, fled the war, unequal wag'd! Beneath the Pole his legions urg'd their flight, And gain'd a cave profound and wide as night. O'er cheerlefs fcenes by Defolation own'd, High on an Alp of ice he fits enthron'd! 45 One One clay-cold hand, his cryftal beard fuftains, The bloffom'd fruit, and flowery Spring deform. His robe fnow-wrought, and hoar'd with age; his breath A nitrous damp, that strikes petrific death. Far hence lies, ever-freez'd, the northern main, Now Froft fent boreal blasts to scourge the air, 55 60 65 Though here the brook, or lake, his power confines; The falling moon caft, cold, a quivering light, O Con 80 85 O Contemplation, teach me to explore, From Britain far remote, fome distant shore! From Sleep a dream diftinct and lively claim; Clear let the vifion ftrike the moral's aim ! It comes! I feel it o'er my foul ferene! Still Morn begins, and Froft retains the scene! Hark! the loud horn's enlivening note's begun! From rock to vale fweet-wandering echoes run! Still floats the found thrill-winding from afar ! Wild beafts aftonish'd dread the fylvan war! Spears to the fun in files embattled play, March on, charge briskly, and enjoy the fray! Swans, ducks, and geese, and the wing'd winter-brood, Chatter difcordant on yon echoing flood! At Babel thus, when heaven the tongue confounds, Sudden a thousand different jargon-founds, Like jangling bells, harsh mingling, grate the ear! All ftare! all talk! all mean; but none cohere! Mark! wiley fowlers meditate their doom, And fmoaky Fate speeds thundering through the gloom! Stop'd fhort, they ceafe in airy rings to fly, Whirl o'er and o'er, and, fluttering, fall and die. 90 95 100 Still Fancy wafts me on! deceiv'd I stand, Etrang'd, adventurous on a foreign land! Wide and more wide extends the scene unknown! Where fhall I turn, a WANDERER, and alone? From hilly wilds, and depths where fnows remain, My winding steps up a steep mountain strain ! Emers'd a-top, I mark, the hills fubfide, 105 And towers aspire, but with inferior pride! On On this bleak height tall firs, with ice-work crown'd, 115 120 And a dark gulf in their broad centre lies. So blend two fouls by heaven for union made, Nor ends the landscape-Ocean, to my fight, Points a blue arm, where failing ships delight, In profpe&t leffen'd!-Now new rocks, rear'd high, 135 Stretch a cross-ridge, and bar the curious eye; There There lies obfcur'd the ripening diamond's ray, Through fuch the palace lamp, gay luftre throws! 140 150 155 Spreads o'er her young a fondling mother's wing. 160 Till, |