BOOK THE FIFTH. THE PASTOR. FAREWELL deep Valley, with thy one rude House, To the still influx of the morning light Open, and day's pure chearfulness, but veiled From human observation, as if yet Primæval Forests wrapped thee round with dark Impenetrable shade; once more farewell Majestic Circuit, beautiful Abyss, By Nature destined from the birth of things D D Upon the side Of that green Slope, the outlet of the Vale, How vain, thought I, it is by change of place Frail Life's possessions, that even they whose fate Might, by the promise that is here, be won To steal from active duties, and embrace Obscurity, and calm forgetfulness. -Knowledge, methinks, in these disordered times, Should be allowed a privilege to have Her Anchorites, like Piety of old; Men, who, from faction sacred, and unstained The Spots where such abide! But happier still Through his acquaintance with the ways of truth, In lucid order; so that, when his course Is run, some faithful Eulogist may say, He sought not praise, and praise did overlook Sweet to himself, was exercised in good Acknowledgments of gratitude sincere Accompanied these musings ;-fervent thanks For my own peaceful lot and happy choice; A choice that from the passions of the world Withdrew, and fixed me in a still retreat, Sheltered, but not to social duties lost, Secluded, but not buried; and with song Cheering my days, and with industrious thought, With the ever-welcome company of books By virtuous friendship's soul-sustaining aid, Thus occupied in mind I paced along, My two Associates, in the morning sunshine From which the road descended rapidly Here did our pensive Host put forth his hand In sign of farewell. Nay," the Old Man said, "The fragrant Air its coolness still retains; -So we descend; and winding round a rock Some scattered o'er the level, others perched On the hill sides, a cheerful quiet scene, Now in its morning purity arrayed. 66 As, 'mid some happy Valley of the Alps," Said I," once happy, ere tyrannic Power Wantonly breaking in upon the Swiss, Destroyed their unoffending Commonwealth, A popular equality doth seem Here to prevail; and yet a House of State Stands yonder, one beneath whose roof, methinks, |