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Those restless cares? those busy bustling days? 750 Those gay-spent, festive nights? those veering thoughts,

Lost between good and ill, that shar'd thy life?
All now are vanish’d! Virtue sole survives,
Immortal, mankind's never-failing friend,
His guide to happiness on high.

And see! 755 'Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth

Of heaven, and earth! Awakening nature hears
The new-creating word, and starts to life,
In every heighten'd form, from pain and death

For ever free. The great eternal scheme, 760 Involving all, and in a perfect whole

Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads,
To reason's eye refin'd clears up apace.
Ye vainly wise! ye blind presuming! now,

Confounded in the dust, adore that Power,
765 And Wisdom oft arraign'd: see now the cause,

Why unassuming Worth in secret liv'd,
And dy'd, neglected: why the good man's share
In life was gall, and bitterness of soul:

Why the lone widow, and her orphans pin'd, 770 In starving solitude; while Luxury,

In palaces, lay prompting his low thought,
To form unreal wants: why heaven-born Truth,
And Moderation fair, wore the red marks

Of Superstition's scourge: why licens'd Pain, 775 That cruel spoiler, that embosom'd foe,

Imbitter'd all our bliss. Ye good distrest!
Ye noble few! who here unbending stand
Beneath life's pressure, yet a little while,

And what you reckon evil is no more;
780 The storms of Wintry time will quickly pass,

And one unbounded Spring encircle all.

Those restless Cares? those busy bustling Days?
Those gay-spent, festive Nights ? those veering Thoughts,
Lost between Good and Ill, that shar'd thy Life?

All now are vanish'd! Virtue sole survives,
1040 Immortal, never-failing Friend of Man,
His Guide to Happiness on high.

And see!
'Tis come, the glorious Morn! the second Birth
Of Heaven, and Earth! Awakening Nature hears

The new-creating Word, and starts to Life,
1045 In every heightend Form, from Pain and Death

For ever free. The great eternal Scheme,
Involving All, and in a perfect Whole
Uniting, as the Prospect wider spreads,

To Reason's Eye refin'd clears up apace.
1050 Ye vainly wise! ye blind Presumptuous! now,

Confounded in the Dust, adore that Power,
And Wisdom of arraigo'd: see now the Cause,
Why unassuming Worth in secret liv'd,
And dy'd, neglected: why the good Man's Share
In Life was Gall and Bitterness of Soul:
Why the lone Widow, and her Orphans pin’d,
In starving Solitude; while Luxury,
In Palaces, lay straining her low Thought,

To form unreal Wants: why Heaven-born Truth, 1060 And Moderation fair, wore the red Marks

Of Superstition's Scourge: why licens'd Pain,
That cruel Spoiler, that embosom’d Foe,
Imbitter'd all our Bliss. Ye good Distrest!

Ye noble Few! who here unbending stand 1065 Beneath Life's Pressure, yet a little While,

And what your bounded View, which only saw
A little Part, deem’d Evil is no more:
The Storms of Wintry Time will quickly pass,
And one unbounded Spring encircle All.
1065 yet bear up a While,




The text is that of 1730. B ed. 1744. The text of 1746 is the

same as that of B. The MS. notes are earlier than B.

THESE, as they change, Almighty Father! these, Are but the varied God. The rolling Year Is full of thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy Beauty walks, thy Tenderness and Love. 5 Wide-flush the fields; the softening air is balm; Echo the mountains round; the forests live; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes thy Glory in the Summer-months,

With light, and heat, severe. Prone, then thy sun 10 Shoots full perfection thro' the swelling year.

And oft thy voice in awful thunder speaks ;
And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve,
By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.

A yellow-floating pomp, thy Bounty shines
15 In Autumn unconfin'd. Thrown from thy lap,

Profuse o'er nature, falls the lucid shower
Of beamy fruits; and, in a radiant stream,

B 6 the Forest smiles; 9 and Heat refulgent. Then thy Sun 11 awful ] dreadful 14-18 thus contracted:

Thy Bounty shines in Autumn unconfin'd,
And spreads a common Feast for all that lives.


Into the stores of steril Winter pours.

In Winter dreadful Thou! with clouds and storms 20 Around Thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest rollid,

Horrible blackness! On the whirlwind's wing,
Riding sublime, Thou bid’st the world be low,
And humblest nature with thy northern blast.

Mysterious round! what skill, what force divine, 25 Deep-felt, in these appear! A simple train,

Yet so harmonious mix'd, so fitly join'd,
One following one in such inchanting sort,
Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade,

And all so forming such a perfect whole,
30 That, as they still succeed, they ravish still.

But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze,
Man marks Thee not, marks not the mighty hand,
That, ever-busy, wheels the silent spheres;

Works in the secret deep; shoots, steaming, thence 35 The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring:

Flings from the sun direct the flaming Day;
Feeds every creature; hurls the Tempest forth;
And, as on earth this grateful change revolves,
With transport touches all the springs of life.



Nature, attend; join every living soul,
Beneath the spacious temple of the sky,
In adoration join; and, ardent, raise
An universal Hymn! To Him, ye gales,

Breathe soft; whose spirit teaches you to breathe. 45 Oh talk of Him in solitary glooms!

Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely-waving pine


19 dreadful ] awful

21 Horrible blackness!] Majestic Darkness! 22 be low, ] adore, 26, 27 Yet so delightful mix'd, with such kind Art, || Such Beauty and Beneficence combin'd; 29 such a perfect ] an harmonious 32 not Thee, 43 One general Song! To Him, ye vocal Gales,

44 Spirit in your Freshness breathes :

Fills the brown void with a religious awe.
And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar,

Who shake th'astonish'd world, lift high to heaven 50 Th’impetuous song, and say from whom you rage.

His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills;
And let me catch it as I muse along.
Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound;

Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze 55 Along the vale; and thoui, majestic main,

A secret world of wonders in thyself,
Sound his tremendous praise; whose greater voice
Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.

Roll up your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, 60 In mingled clouds to Him; whose sun elates,

Whose hand perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.
Ye forests, bend; ye harvests, wave to Him:
Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart,

Homeward, rejoycing with the joyous moon.
65 Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep

Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams,
Ye Constellations, while your angels strike,
Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre.
Great source of day! best image here below
Of thy creator, ever darting wide,
From world to world, the vital ocean round,
On nature write with every beam his praise.
The thunder rolls: be hush'd the prostrate world;

While cloud to cloud returns the dreadful hymn. 75 Bleat out afresh, ye hills; ye mossy rocks,

Retain the sound: the broad responsive low,
Ye vallies, raise; for the great Shepherd reigns;


59 Roll up]

B 47 void ] Shade 57 tremendous stupendous

Soft-roll 60 elates,) exalts, 61 hand ] Breath 64 As home he goes beneath the joyous Moon. 70 darting) pouring

74 dreadful ] solemn MS 62 bend; ] bow; T

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