Of Laughter points at, when the mirthful sting Distends her sallying nerves and chokes her tongue; What were it but to count each crystal drop Which Morning's dewy fingers on the blooms Of May distil? Suffice it to have said, Where'er the power of Ridicule displays Her quaint-eyed visage, some incongruous form, Some stubborn dissonance of things combin'd, Strikes on the quick observer: whether Pomp, Or Praise, or Beauty, mix their partial claim Where sordid fashions, where ignoble deeds, Where foul Deformity are wont to dwell; Or whether these with violation loath'd, Invade resplendent Pomp's imperious mien, The charms of Beauty, or the boast of Praise.
Ask we for what fair end the Almighty Sire In mortal bosoms wakes this gay contempt, These grateful stings of laughter, from disgust Educing pleasure? Wherefore, but to aid The tardy steps of Reason, and at once By this prompt impulse urge us to depress The giddy aims of Folly? Though the light Of Truth slow dawning on the inquiring mind At length unfolds, through many a subtile tie, How these uncouth disorders end at last In public evil! yet benignant Heaven, Conscious how dim the dawn of truth appears To thousands; conscious what a scanty pause From labours and from care, the wider lot Of humble life affords for studious thought
To scan the maze of Nature; therefore stamp'd The glaring scenes with characters of scorn, As broad, as obvious, to the passing clown, As to the letter'd sage's curious eye.
Such are the various aspects of the mindSome heavenly genius, whose unclouded thoughts Attain that secret harmony which blends The ethereal spirit with its mould of clay; O! teach me to reveal the grateful charm That searchless Nature o'er the sense of man Diffuses, to behold, in lifeless things,
The inexpressive semblance of himself,
Of thought and passion. Mark the sable woods That shade sublime yon mountain's nodding brow; With what religious awe the solemn scene [ Commands your steps! as if the reverend form Of Minos or of Numa should forsake The Elysian seats, and down the embowering glade Move to your pausing eye! Behold the expanse Of you gay landscape, where the silver clouds Flit o'er the heavens before the sprightly breeze: Now their gray cincture skirts the doubtful sun; Now streams of splendour, thro' their opening veil Effulgent, sweep from off the gilded lawn The aerial shadows; on the curling brook, And on the shady margin's quivering leaves With quickest lustre glancing; while you view 309 The prospect, say, within your cheerful breast Plays not the lively sense of winning mirth [round With clouds and sunshine chequer'd, while the
Of social converse, to the inspiring tongue Of some gay nymph amid her subject train, Moves all obsequious? Whence is this effect, This kindred power of such discordant things? Or flows their semblance from that mystic tone To which the new-born mind's harmonious powers At first were strung? Or rather from the links Which artful custom twines around her frame?
For when the different images of things, By chance combin'd, have struck the attentive soul With deeper impulse, or connected long, Have drawn her frequent eye; howe'er distinct The external scenes, yet oft the ideas gain From that conjunction an eternal tie, And sympathy unbroken. Let the mind Recall one partner of the various league, Immediate, lo! the firm confederates rise, And each his former station straight resumes: One movement governs the consenting throng, And all at once with rosy pleasure shine, Or all are sadden'd with the glooms of care. 'Twas thus, if ancient fame the truth unfold, Two faithful needles, from the informing touch Of the same parent stone, together drew Its mystic virtue, and at first conspir'd With fatal impulse quivering to the pole: Then, tho' disjoin'd by kingdoms, tho' the main Roll'd its broad surge betwixt, and different stars Beheld their wakeful motions, yet preserv'd The former friendship, and remember'd still
The alliance of their birth: whate'er the line Which one possess'd, nor pause nor quiet knew The sure associate, ere with trembling speed He found his path, and fix'd unerring there. Such is the secret union, when we feel
A song, a flower, a name, at once restore Those long-connected scenes where first they mov'd The attention: backward through her mazy walks Guiding the wanton fancy to her scope,
To temples, courts, or fields; with all the band Of painted forms, of passions and designs Attendant: whence, if pleasing in itself, The prospect from that sweet accession gains Redoubled influence o'er the listening mind.
By these mysterious ties, the busy power Of Memory her ideal train preserves Entire; or when they would elude her watch, Reclaims their fleeting footsteps from the waste Of dark oblivion; thus collecting all
The various forms of being to present, Before the curious aim of mimic art,
Their largest choice: like Spring's unfolded blooms Exhaling sweetness, that the skilful bee
May taste at will, from their selected spoils To work her dulcet food. For not the expanse Of living lakes in Summer's noontide calm, Reflects the bordering shade, and sun-bright
With fairer semblance; not the sculptur'd gold More faithful keeps the graver's lively trace,
Than he whose birth the sister powers of art Propitious view'd, and from his genial star Shed influence to the seeds of fancy kind; Than his attemper'd bosom must preserve The seal of Nature. There alone unchang'd, Her form remains. The balmy walks of Mày There breathe perennial sweets; the trembling chord Resounds for ever in the abstracted ear, Melodious; and the virgin's radiant eye, Superior to disease, to grief, and time, Shines with unbating lustre. Thus at length ! Endow'd with all that nature can bestow, The child of Fancy oft in silence bends O'er these mixt treasures of his pregnant breast, With conscious pride. From them he oft resolves To frame he knows not what excelling things, And win he knows not what sublime reward Of praise and wonder. By degrees, the mind 380 Feels her young nerves dilate; the plastic powers Labour for action; blind emotions heave His bosom; and with loveliest frenzy caught, From earth to heaven he rolls his daring eye, From heaven to earth. Anon ten thousand shapes, Like spectres trooping to the wizard's call,
Flit swift before him. From the womb of earth, From ocean's bed they come; the eternal heavens Disclose their splendours, and the dark abyss Pours out her births unknown. With fixed gaze He marks the rising phantoms. Now compares Their different forms; now blends them, now divides,
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