"Thou wouldst, forsooth, be something in a state, "And business thou wouldst find, and wouldst create: "Business! the frivolous pretence "Of human lusts, to shake off innocence; "Business! the grave impertinence; "Business! the thing which I of all things hate; "Business! the contradiction of thy fate. ແ Go, renegado! cast up thy account, "And see to what amount "Thy foolish gains by quitting me: "The sale of Knowledge, Fame, and Liberty, "The fruits of thy unlearn'd apostacy. "Thou thought'st, if once the public storm were past, "All thy remaining life should sun-shine be: "Behold! the public storm is spent at last, "The sovereign's tost at sea no more, "And thou, with all the noble company, "Art got at last to shore. "But, whilst thy fellow-voyagers I see "All march'd up to possess the promis'd land, Thou still alone, alas! dost gaping stand "Upon the naked beach, upon the barren sand! "As a fair morning of the blessed spring, "After a tedious stormy night, "Such was the glorious entry of our king; "One of old Gideon's miracles was shown; "The fruitful seed of heaven did brooding lie, "When God to his own people said "The men whom through long wanderings he had "6 'led) "That he would give them ev'n a heaven of brass: "They look'd up to that heaven in vain, "That bounteous heaven, which God did not "restrain "Upon the most unjust to shine and rain. "The Rachel, for which twice seven years and "more "Thou didst with faith and labour serve, "And didst (if faith and labour can) deserve, "Though she contracted was to thee, "Given to another, who had store "Of fairer and of richer wives before, "And not a Leah left, thy recompence to be! "Go on: twice seven years more thy fortune try; "Twice seven years more God in his bounty may "Give thee, to fling away "Into the court's deceitful lottery: "But think how likely 't is that thou, "With the dull work of thy unwieldy plough, "Shouldst in a hard and barren season thrive, "Should even able be to live; "Thou, to whose share so little bread did fall, And to her thus, raising his thoughtful head, "Ah, wanton foe! dost thou úpbraid "The hills which thou thyself hast made? "When in the cradle innocent I lay, "Thou, wicked spirit! stolest me away, "And my abused soul didst bear "Into thy new-found worlds, I know not where, "Thy golden Indies in the air; "And ever since I strive in vain "My ravish'd freedom to regain ; "Still I rebel, still thou dost reign; "Lo! still in verse against thee I complain. "There is a sort of stubborn weeds, "Which, if the earth but once, it ever, breeds; } "No wholesome herb can near them thrive, "No useful plant can keep alive : "The foolish sports I did on thee bestow, "Make all my art and labour fruitless now; "Where once such fairies dance, no grass doth "ever grow. "When my new mind had no infusion known, "Thou gav'st so deep a tincture of thine own, "That ever since I vainly try "To wash away th' inherent dye : "Long work perhaps may spoil thy colours quite, "But never will reduce the native white: "To all the ports of honour and of gain "I often steer my course in vain ; "Thy gale comes cross, and drives me back again. "Thou slacken'st all my nerves of industry, "By making them so oft to be "The tinkling strings of thy loose minstrelsy. "As they who only heaven desire "This was my error, this my gross mistake, "Myself a demi-votary to make. "Thus, with Sapphira and her husband's fate "(A fault which I, like them, am taught too late), "For all that I gave up I nothing gain, "And perish for the part which I retain. "Teach me not then, O thou fallacious Muse! "The court, and better king, t' accuse: "The heaven under which I live is fair, "The fertile soil will a full harvest bear : "Thine, thine is all the barrenness; if thou "Mak'st me sit still and sing, when I should plough. "When I but think how many a tedious year ་ "Our patient sovereign did attend "How cheerfully, and how exempt from fear, "I ought to be accurst, if I refuse "To wait on his, O thou fallacious Muse! "Kings have long hands, they say; and though I be "So distant, they may reach at length to me. "However, of all princes, thou "Shouldst not reproach rewards for being small or "slow; "Thou! who rewardest but with popular breath, "And that too after death." HYMN TO LIGHT. FIRST-born of Chaos, who so fair didst come From the old negro's darksome womb! Thou tide of glory, which no rest dost know, Thou golden shower of a true Jove! Who does in thee descend, and heaven to earth make love! Hail, active Nature's watchful life and health! Hail to thy husband Heat, and thee! Thou the world's beauteous bride, the lusty bride groom he! Say from what golden quivers of the sky Swiftness and power by birth are thine: 'Tis, I believe, this archery to show, That so much cost in colours thou, And skill in painting, dost bestow, Upon thy ancient arms, the gaudy heavenly bow. Swift as light thoughts their empty career run, Thy race is finish'd when begun ; Let a post-angel start with thee, And thou the goal of earth shalt reach as soon as he. Thou in the moon's bright chariot, proud and gay, Dost thy bright wood of stars survey; And all the year dost with thee bring The shining pageants of the world attend thy show. (O greatness without pride!) the bushes of the field. Asham'd, and fearful to appear, They skreen their horrid shapes with the black hemisphere. With them there hastes, and wildly takes th' alarm, At the first opening of thine eye Nature to thee does reverence pay, Ill omens and ill sights removes out of thy way. To shake his wings, and rouse his head: A gentle beamy smile, reflected from thy look. Encourag'd at the sight of thee, To the cheek colour comes, and firmness to the knee. |