_State of feeling produced by the foregoing Narrative--A belief
in a superintending Providence the only adequate support
under affliction--Wanderer's ejaculation[284]--Acknowledges
the difficulty of a lively faith--Hence immoderate
sorrow[285]--Exhortations--How received--Wanderer applies[286]
his discourse to that other cause of dejection in the Solitary's
mind--Disappointment from[287] the French Revolution--States
grounds[288] of hope, and insists[289] on the necessity of
patience and fortitude with respect to the course of great
revolutions[290]--Knowledge the source of tranquillity--Rural
Solitude favourable to[291] knowledge of the inferior Creatures;
Study of their habits and ways recommended;[292] exhortation
to bodily exertion and communion[293] with Nature--Morbid
Solitude pitiable[294]--Superstition better than apathy--Apathy
and destitution unknown in the infancy of society--The
various modes of Religion prevented it--Illustrated[295] in
the Jewish, Persian, Babylonian, Chaldean, and Grecian modes
of belief--Solitary interposes--Wanderer[296] points out the
influence of religious and imaginative feeling in the humble
ranks of society, illustrated[297] from present and past
times--These principles[298] tend to recal exploded superstitions
and popery--Wanderer rebuts this charge, and contrasts the
dignities of the Imagination with the presumptuous[299]
littleness of certain modern Philosophers--Recommends[300] other
lights and guides--Asserts the power of the Soul to regenerate
herself; Solitary asks how[301]--Reply--Personal appeal[302]--
Exhortation to activity of body renewed--How to commune with
Nature--Wanderer concludes with a[303] legitimate union of the
imagination, affections, understanding, and reason[304]--Effect
of his discourse[305]--Evening; return to the Cottage._
Here closed the Tenant of that lonely vale
His mournful narrative--commenced in pain,
In pain commenced, and ended without peace:
Yet tempered, not unfrequently, with strains
Of native feeling, grateful to our minds; 5
And yielding surely[306] some relief to his,
While we sate listening with compassion due.
A pause of silence followed; then, with voice
That did not falter though the heart was moved,[307]
The Wanderer said:--
"One adequate support 10
For the calamities of mortal life
Exists--one only; an assured belief
That the procession of our fate, howe'er
Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being
Of infinite benevolence and power; 15
Whose everlasting purposes embrace
All accidents, converting them to good.
--The darts of anguish _fix_ not where the seat
Of suffering hath been thoroughly fortified
By acquiescence in the Will supreme 20
For time and for eternity; by faith,
Faith absolute in God, including hope,
And the defence that lies in boundless love
Of his perfections; with habitual dread
Of aught unworthily conceived, endured 25
Impatiently, ill-done, or left undone,
To the dishonour of his holy name.
Soul of our Souls, and safeguard of the world!
Sustain, thou only canst, the sick of heart;
Restore their languid spirits, and recal 30
Their lost affections unto thee and thine!"[DW]
Then, as we issued from that covert nook,
He thus continued, lifting up his eyes
To heaven:--"How beautiful this dome of sky;
And the vast hills, in fluctuation fixed 35
At thy command, how awful! Shall the Soul,
Human and rational, report of thee
Even less than these?--Be mute who will, who can,
Yet I will praise thee with impassioned voice:
My lips, that may forgot[*printer's error?] thee in the crowd, 40
Cannot forget thee here; where thou hast built,
For thy own glory, in the wilderness!
Me didst thou constitute a priest of thine,
In such a temple as we now behold
Reared for thy presence: therefore, am I bound 45
To worship, here, and every where--as one
Not doomed to ignorance, though forced to tread,
From childhood up, the ways of poverty;
From unreflecting ignorance preserved,
And from debasement rescued.--By thy grace 50
The particle divine remained unquenched;
And, 'mid the wild weeds of a rugged soil,
Thy bounty caused to flourish deathless flowers,
From paradise transplanted: wintry age
Impends; the frost will gather round my heart; 55
If the flowers wither,[308] I am worse than dead!
--Come, labour, when the worn-out frame requires
Perpetual sabbath; come, disease and want;
And sad exclusion through decay of sense;
But leave me unabated trust in thee-- 60
And let thy favour, to the end of life,
Inspire me with ability to seek
Repose and hope among eternal things--
Father of heaven and earth! and I am rich,
And will possess my portion in content! 65
"And what are things eternal?--powers depart,"
The grey-haired Wanderer stedfastly replied,
Answering the question which himself had asked,
"Possessions vanish, and opinions change,
And passions hold a fluctuating seat: 70
But, by the storms of circumstance unshaken,
And subject neither to eclipse nor[309] wane,
Duty exists;--immutably survive,
For our support, the measures and the forms,
Which an abstract intelligence supplies; 75
Whose kingdom is, where time and space are not.[DX]
Of other converse which mind, soul, and heart,
Do, with united urgency, require,
What more that may not perish?--Thou, dread source,
Prime, self-existing cause and end of all 80
That in the scale of being fill their place;
Above our human region, or below,
Set and sustained;--thou, who didst wrap the cloud
Of infancy around us, that thyself,
Therein, with our simplicity awhile 85
Might'st hold, on earth, communion undisturbed;[DY]
Who from the anarchy of dreaming sleep,
Or from its death-like void, with punctual care,
And touch as gentle as the morning light,
Restor'st us, daily, to the powers of sense 90
And reason's stedfast rule--thou, thou alone
Art everlasting, and the blessed Spirits,
Which thou includest, as the sea her waves:
For adoration thou endur'st; endure
For consciousness the motions of thy will; 95
For apprehension those transcendent truths
Of the pure intellect, that stand as laws
(Submission constituting strength and power)
Even to thy Being's infinite majesty!
This universe shall pass away--a work[310] 100
Glorious! because the shadow of thy might,
A step, or link, for intercourse with thee.
Ah! if the time must come, in which my feet
No more shall stray where meditation leads,
By flowing stream, through wood, or craggy wild, 105
Loved haunts like these; the unimprisoned Mind
May yet have scope to range among her own,
Her thoughts, her images, her high desires.
If the dear faculty of sight should fail,
Still, it may be allowed me to remember 110
What visionary powers of eye and soul
In youth were mine; when, stationed on the top
Of some huge hill--expectant, I beheld
The sun rise up,[DZ] from distant climes returned
Darkness to chase, and sleep; and bring the day 115
His bounteous gift! or saw him toward the deep[311]
Sink, with a retinue of flaming clouds
Attended; then, my spirit was entranced
With joy exalted to beatitude;[EA]
The measure of my soul was filled with bliss, 120
And holiest love; as earth, sea, air, with light,
With pomp, with glory, with magnificence!
"Those fervent raptures are for ever flown;[EB]
And, since their date, my soul hath undergone
Change manifold, for better or for worse: 125
Yet cease I not to struggle, and aspire[312]
Heavenward; and chide the part of me that flags,
Through sinful choice; or dread necessity
On human nature from above imposed.
'Tis, by comparison, an easy task 130
Earth to despise;[EC] but, to converse with heaven--
This is not easy:--to relinquish all
We have, or hope, of happiness and joy,
And stand in freedom loosened from this world,
I deem not arduous; but must needs confess 135
That 'tis a thing impossible to frame
Conceptions equal to the soul's desires;
And the most difficult of tasks to _keep_
Heights which the soul is competent to gain.
--Man is of dust: ethereal hopes are his, 140
Which, when they should sustain themselves aloft,
Want due consistence; like a pillar of smoke,
That with majestic energy from earth
Rises; but, having reached the thinner air,
Melts, and dissolves, and is no longer seen. 145
From this infirmity of mortal kind
Sorrow proceeds, which else were not; at least,
If grief be something hallowed and ordained,
If, in proportion, it be just and meet,
Yet, through this weakness of the general heart, 150
Is it enabled to maintain its hold[313]
In that excess which conscience disapproves.
For who could sink and settle to that point
Of selfishness; so senseless who could be
As long[314] and perseveringly to mourn 155
For any object of his love, removed
From this unstable world, if he could fix
A satisfying view upon that state
Of pure, imperishable, blessedness,
Which reason promises, and holy writ 160
Ensures to all believers?--Yet mistrust
Is of such incapacity, methinks,
No natural branch; despondency far less;[315]
And, least of all, is absolute despair.[316] 164
--And, if there be whose tender frames have drooped
Even to the dust; apparently, through weight
Of anguish unrelieved, and lack of power
An agonizing sorrow to transmute;
Deem not that proof is here of hope withheld[317]
When wanted most; a confidence impaired 170
So pitiably, that, having ceased to see
With bodily eyes, they are borne down by love
Of what is lost, and perish through regret.
Oh! no, the innocent Sufferer often sees[318]
Too clearly; feels too vividly; and longs 175
To realize the vision, with intense
And over-constant yearning;--there--there lies
The excess, by which the balance is destroyed.
Too, too contracted are these walls of flesh,
This vital warmth too cold, these visual orbs, 180
Though inconceivably endowed, too dim
For any passion of the soul that leads
To ecstasy; and, all the crooked paths
Of time and change disdaining, takes its course
Along the line of limitless desires. 185
I, speaking now from such disorder free,
Nor rapt, nor craving, but in settled peace,
I cannot doubt that they whom you deplore
Are glorified; or, if they sleep, shall wake
From sleep, and dwell with God in endless love. 190
Hope, below this, consists not with belief
In mercy, carried infinite degrees
Beyond the tenderness of human hearts:
Hope, below this, consists not with belief
In perfect wisdom, guiding mightiest power, 195
That finds no limits but her own pure will.[319]
"Here then we rest; not fearing for our creed
The worst that human reasoning can achieve,
To unsettle or perplex it:[320] yet with pain
Acknowledging, and grievous self-reproach, 200
That, though immovably convinced, we want
Zeal, and the virtue to exist by faith
As soldiers live by courage; as, by strength
Of heart, the sailor fights with roaring seas.
Alas! the endowment of immortal power 205
Is matched unequally with custom, time,[ED]
And domineering faculties of sense
In _all;_ in most with superadded foes,
Idle temptations; open vanities,
Ephemeral offspring[321] of the unblushing world; 210
And, in the private regions of the mind,
Ill-governed passions, ranklings of despite,
Immoderate wishes, pining discontent,
Distress and care. What then remains?--To seek
Those helps for his occasions ever near 215
Who lacks not will to use them; vows, renewed
On the first motion of a holy thought;
Vigils of contemplation; praise; and prayer--
A stream, which, from the fountain of the heart
Issuing, however feebly, nowhere flows 220
Without access of unexpected strength.
But, above all, the victory is most sure
For him, who, seeking faith by virtue, strives
To yield entire submission to the law
Of conscience--conscience reverenced and obeyed, 225
As God's most intimate presence in the soul,
And his most perfect image in the world.
--Endeavour thus to live; these rules regard;
These helps solicit; and a stedfast seat
Shall then be yours among the happy few 230
Who dwell on earth, yet breathe empyreal air,
Sons of the morning.[EE] For your nobler part,
Ere disencumbered of her mortal chains,
Doubt shall be quelled and trouble chased away;
With only such degree of sadness left 235
As may support longings of pure desire;
And strengthen love, rejoicing secretly
In the sublime attractions of the grave."
While, in this strain, the venerable Sage
Poured forth his aspirations, and announced 240
His judgments, near that lonely house we paced
A plot of green-sward, seemingly preserved
By nature's care from wreck of scattered stones,
And from encroachment[322] of encircling heath:
Small space! but, for reiterated steps, 245
Smooth and commodious; as a stately deck
Which to and fro the mariner is used
To tread for pastime, talking with his mates,
Or haply thinking of far-distant friends,
While the ship glides before a steady breeze. 250
Stillness prevailed around us: and the voice
That spake was capable to lift the soul
Toward[323] regions yet more tranquil. But, methought,
That he, whose fixed despondency had given
Impulse and motive to that strong discourse, 255
Was less upraised in spirit than abashed;
Shrinking from admonition, like a man
Who feels that to exhort is to reproach.
Yet not to be diverted from his aim,
The Sage continued:--
"For that other loss, 260
The loss of confidence in social man,
By the unexpected transports of our age
Carried so high, that every thought, which looked
Beyond the temporal destiny of the Kind,
To many seemed superfluous--as, no cause 265
Could e'er for such exalted confidence[324]
Exist; so, none is now for fixed[325] despair:
The two extremes are equally disowned
By reason: if, with sharp recoil, from one
You have been driven far as its opposite, 270
Between them seek the point whereon to build
Sound expectations. So doth he advise[326]
Who shared at first the illusion; but was soon
Cast from the pedestal of pride by shocks
Which Nature gently gave, in woods and fields; 275
Nor unreproved by Providence, thus speaking
To the inattentive children of the world:
'Vain-glorious Generation! what new powers
On you have been conferred? what gifts, withheld
From your progenitors, have ye received, 280
Fit recompense of new desert? what claim
Are ye prepared to urge, that my decrees
For you should undergo a sudden change;
And the weak functions of one busy day,
Reclaiming and extirpating, perform 285
What all the slowly-moving years of time,
With their united force, have left undone?
By nature's gradual processes be taught;
By story be confounded! Ye aspire
Rashly, to fall once more; and that false fruit, 290
Which, to your over-weening spirits, yields
Hope of a flight celestial, will produce[327]
Misery and shame. But Wisdom of her sons
Shall not the less, though late, be justified.'[EF] 294
"Such timely warning," said the Wanderer, "gave
That visionary voice; and, at this day,
When a Tartarean darkness overspreads
The groaning nations; when the impious rule,
By will or by established ordinance,
Their own dire agents, and constrain the good 300
To acts which they abhor; though I bewail
This triumph, yet the pity of my heart
Prevents me not from owning, that the law,
By which mankind now suffers, is most just.
For by superior energies; more strict 305
Affiance in each other; faith more firm
In their unhallowed principles; the bad
Have fairly earned a victory o'er the weak,
The vacillating, inconsistent good.
Therefore, not unconsoled, I wait--in hope 310
To see the moment, when the righteous cause
Shall gain defenders zealous and devout
As they who have opposed her; in which Virtue
Will, to her efforts, tolerate no bounds
That are not lofty as her rights; aspiring 315
By impulse of her own ethereal zeal.
That spirit only can redeem mankind;
And when that sacred spirit shall appear,
Then shall _our_ triumph be complete as theirs.
Yet, should this confidence prove vain, the wise 320
Have still the keeping of their proper peace;
Are guardians of their own tranquillity.
They act, or they recede, observe, and feel;
'Knowing[328] the heart of man is set to be[EG]
The centre of this world, about the which 325
Those revolutions of disturbances
Still roll; where all the aspècts of misery
Predominate; whose strong effects are such
As he must bear, being powerless to redress;
_And that unless above himself he can 330
Erect himself, how poor a thing is Man_!'[EH]
"Happy is he who lives to understand,
Not human nature only, but explores
All natures,--to the end that he may find
The law that governs each; and where begins 335
The union, the partition where, that makes
Kind and degree, among all visible Beings;
The constitutions, powers, and faculties,
Which they inherit,--cannot step beyond,--
And cannot fall beneath; that do assign 340
To every class its station and its office,
Through all the mighty commonwealth of things
Up from the creeping plant to sovereign Man.
Such converse, if directed by a meek,
Sincere, and humble spirit, teaches love: 345
For knowledge is delight; and such delight
Breeds love: yet, suited as it rather is
To thought and to the climbing intellect,
It teaches less to love, than to adore;
If that be not indeed the highest love!" 350
"Yet," said I, tempted here to interpose,
"The dignity of life is not impaired
By aught that innocently satisfies
The humbler cravings of the heart; and he
Is a still happier man, who, for those heights 355
Of speculation not unfit, descends;
And such benign affections cultivates
Among the inferior kinds; not merely those
That he may call his own, and which depend,
As individual objects of regard, 360
Upon his care, from whom he also looks
For signs and tokens of a mutual bond;
But others, far beyond this narrow sphere,
Whom, for the very sake of love, he loves.
Nor is it a mean praise of rural life 365
And solitude, that they do favour most,
Most frequently call forth, and best sustain,
These pure sensations; that can penetrate
The obstreperous city; on the barren seas
Are not unfelt; and much might recommend, 370
How much they might inspirit and endear,
The loneliness of this sublime retreat!"
"Yes," said the Sage, resuming the discourse
Again directed to his downcast Friend,
"If, with the froward will and grovelling soul 375
Of man, offended, liberty is here,
And invitation every hour renewed,
To mark _their_ placid state, who never heard
Of a command which they have power to break,
Or rule which they are tempted to transgress: 380
These, with a soothed or elevated heart,
May we behold; their knowledge register;
Observe their ways; and, free from envy, find
Complacence there:--but wherefore this to you?
I guess that, welcome to your lonely hearth, 385
The redbreast, ruffled up by winter's cold
Into a 'feathery bunch,' feeds at your hand:[329]
A box, perchance, is from your casement hung
For the small wren to build in;--not in vain,
The barriers disregarding that surround 390
This deep abiding place, before your sight
Mounts on the breeze the butterfly; and soars,
Small creature as she is, from earth's bright flowers,
Into the dewy clouds. Ambition reigns
In the waste wilderness: the Soul ascends 395
Drawn towards her native firmament of heaven,[330]
When the fresh eagle, in the month of May,
Upborne, at evening, on replenished wing,
This shaded valley leaves;[331][EI] and leaves the dark
Empurpled hills, conspicuously renewing 400
A proud communication with the sun
Low sunk beneath the horizon!--List!--I heard,
From yon huge breast of rock, a voice sent forth[332]
As if the visible mountain made the cry.
Again!"--The effect upon the soul was such 405
As he expressed: from out the mountain's heart
The solemn voice appeared to issue, startling
The blank air--for the region all around
Stood empty of all shape of life, and silent
Save for that single cry, the unanswer'd bleat 410
Of a poor lamb--left somewhere to itself,[333]
The plaintive spirit of the solitude![EJ]
He paused, as if unwilling to proceed,
Through consciousness that silence in such place
Was best, the most affecting eloquence. 415
But soon his thoughts returned upon themselves,
And, in soft tone of speech, thus he[334] resumed.
"Ah! if the heart, too confidently raised,
Perchance too lightly occupied, or lulled
Too easily, despise or overlook 420
The vassalage that binds her to the earth,
Her sad dependence upon time, and all
The trepidations of mortality,
What place so destitute and void--but there
The little flower her vanity shall check; 425
The trailing worm reprove her thoughtless pride?
"These craggy regions, these chaotic wilds,
Does that benignity pervade, that warms
The mole contented with her darksome walk
In the cold ground; and to the emmet gives 430
Her foresight, and intelligence[335] that makes
The tiny creatures strong by social league;
Supports the generations, multiplies
Their tribes, till we behold a spacious plain
Or grassy bottom, all, with little hills-- 435
Their labour, covered, as a lake with waves;[EK]
Thousands of cities, in the desert place
Built up of life, and food, and means of life!
Nor wanting here, to entertain the thought,
Creatures that in communities exist, 440
Less, as might seem, for general guardianship
Or through dependence upon mutual aid,
Than by participation of delight
And a strict love of fellowship, combined.
What other spirit can it be that prompts 445
The gilded summer flies to mix and weave
Their sports together in the solar beam,
Or in the gloom of twilight hum their joy?
More obviously the self-same influence rules 449
The feathered kinds; the fieldfare's pensive flock,[336][EL]
The cawing rooks, and sea-mews from afar,
Hovering above these inland solitudes,
By the rough wind unscattered, at whose call
Up through the trenches of the long-drawn vales
Their voyage was begun:[337] nor is its power 455
Unfelt among the sedentary fowl
That seek yon pool,[EM] and there prolong their stay
In silent congress; or together roused
Take flight; while with their clang the air resounds.
And, over all, in that ethereal vault,[338] 460
Is the mute company of changeful clouds;
Bright apparition, suddenly put forth,
The rainbow smiling on the faded storm;
The mild assemblage of the starry heavens;
And the great sun, earth's universal lord! 465
"How bountiful is Nature! he shall find
Who seeks not; and to him, who hath not asked,
Large measure shall be dealt. Three sabbath-days
Are scarcely told, since, on a service bent
Of mere humanity, you clomb those heights; 470
And what a marvellous and heavenly show
Was suddenly revealed![339]--the swains moved on,
And heeded not: you lingered, you perceived
And felt, deeply as living man could feel.
There is a luxury[340] in self-dispraise; 475
And inward self-disparagement affords
To meditative spleen a grateful feast.
Trust me, pronouncing on your own desert,
You judge unthankfully: distempered nerves
Infect the thoughts: the languor of the frame 480
Depresses the soul's vigour. Quit your couch--
Cleave not so fondly to your moody cell;
Nor let the hallowed powers, that shed from heaven
Stillness and rest, with disapproving eye
Look down upon your taper, through a watch 485
Of midnight hours, unseasonably twinkling
In this deep Hollow, like a sullen star
Dimly reflected in a lonely pool.
Take courage, and withdraw yourself from ways
That run not parallel to nature's course. 490
Rise with the lark! your matins shall obtain
Grace, be their composition what it may,
If but with hers performed;[EN] climb once again,
Climb every day, those ramparts;[EO] meet the breeze
Upon their tops, adventurous as a bee 495
That from your garden thither soars, to feed
On new-blown heath; let yon commanding rock
Be your frequented watch-tower; roll the stone
In thunder down the mountains; with all your might
Chase the wild goat; and if the bold red deer 500
Fly to those[341] harbours, driven by hound and horn
Loud echoing, add your speed to the pursuit;
So, wearied to your hut shall you return,
And sink at evening into sound repose."
The Solitary lifted toward[342] the hills 505
A kindling eye:--accordant feelings rushed
Into my bosom, whence these words broke forth:[343]
"Oh! what a joy it were, in vigorous health,
To have a body (this our vital frame
With shrinking sensibility endued, 510
And all the nice regards of flesh and blood)
And to the elements surrender it
As if it were a spirit!--How divine,
The liberty, for frail, for mortal, man
To roam at large among unpeopled glens 515
And mountainous retirements, only trod
By devious footsteps; regions consecrate
To oldest time! and, reckless of the storm
That keeps the raven quiet in her nest,
Be as a presence or a motion--one 520
Among the many there; and while the mists
Flying, and rainy vapours, call out shapes
And phantoms from the crags and solid earth
As fast as a musician scatters sounds
Out of an instrument; and while the streams 525
(As at a first creation and in haste
To exercise their untried faculties)
Descending from the region of the clouds,
And starting from the hollows of the earth
More multitudinous every moment, rend 530
Their way before them--what a joy to roam
An equal among mightiest energies;
And haply sometimes with articulate voice,
Amid the deafening tumult, scarcely heard
By him that utters it, exclaim aloud, 535
'Rage on ye elements! let moon and stars
Their aspects lend, and mingle in their turn
With this commotion (ruinous though it be)
From day to night, from night to day, prolonged!'"[344]
"Yes," said the Wanderer, taking from my lips 540
The strain of transport, "whosoe'er in youth
Has, through ambition of his soul, given way
To such desires, and grasped at such delight,
Shall feel congenial stirrings late and long,[345]
In spite of all the weakness that life brings, 545
Its cares and sorrows; he, though taught to own
The tranquillizing power of time, shall wake,
Wake sometimes to a noble restlessness--
Loving the sports[346] which once he gloried in.
"Compatriot, Friend, remote are Garry's hills, 550
The streams far distant of your native glen;
Yet is their form and image here expressed
With brotherly resemblance.[347] Turn your steps
Wherever fancy leads; by day, by night,
Are various engines working, not the same 555
As those with[348] which your soul in youth was moved,
But by the great Artificer endowed[349]
With no inferior power. You dwell alone;
You walk, you live, you speculate alone;
Yet doth remembrance, like a sovereign prince, 560
For you a stately gallery maintain
Of gay or tragic pictures. You have seen,
Have acted, suffered, travelled far, observed
With no incurious eye; and books are yours,
Within whose silent chambers treasure lies 565
Preserved from age to age; more precious far
Than that accumulated store of gold
And orient gems, which, for a day of need,
The Sultan hides deep in[350] ancestral tombs.
These hoards of truth you can unlock at will: 570
And music waits upon your skilful touch,
Sounds which the wandering shepherd from these heights
Hears, and forgets his purpose;--furnished thus,
How can you droop, if willing to be upraised?[351]
"A piteous lot it were to flee from Man-- 575
Yet not rejoice in Nature. He, whose hours
Are by domestic pleasures uncaressed
And unenlivened; who exists whole years
Apart from benefits received or done
'Mid the transactions of the bustling crowd; 580
Who neither hears, nor feels a wish to hear,
Of the world's interests--such a one hath need
Of a quick fancy and an active heart,
That, for the day's consumption, books may yield
Food not unwholesome; earth and air correct 585
His morbid humour, with delight supplied
Or solace, varying as the seasons change.[352]
--Truth has her pleasure-grounds, her haunts of ease
And easy contemplation; gay parterres,
And labyrinthine walks, her sunny glades 590
And shady groves in studied contrast--each,
For recreation, leading into each:[353]
These may he range, if willing to partake
Their soft indulgences, and in due time
May issue thence, recruited for the tasks 595
And course of service Truth requires from those
Who tend her altars, wait upon her throne,
And guard her fortresses. Who thinks, and feels,
And recognises ever and anon
The breeze of nature stirring in his soul, 600
Why need such man go desperately astray,
And nurse 'the dreadful appetite of death?'
If tired with systems, each in its degree
Substantial, and all crumbling in their turn,
Let him build systems of his own, and smile 605
At the fond work, demolished with a touch;
If unreligious, let him be at once,
Among ten thousand innocents, enrolled
A pupil in the many-chambered school,
Where superstition weaves her airy dreams. 610
"Life's autumn past, I stand on winter's verge;
And daily lose what I desire to keep:
Yet rather would I instantly decline
To the traditionary sympathies
Of a most rustic ignorance, and take 615
A fearful apprehension from the owl
Or death-watch: and as readily rejoice,
If two auspicious magpies crossed my way;--
To this would rather bend[354] than see and hear
The repetitions wearisome of sense, 620
Where soul is dead, and feeling hath no place;
Where knowledge, ill begun in cold remark
On outward things, with formal inference ends;
Or, if the mind turn inward, she recoils
At once--or, not recoiling, is perplexed-- 625
Lost in a gloom of uninspired research;[355]
Meanwhile, the heart within the heart, the seat
Where peace and happy consciousness should dwell,
On its own axis restlessly revolving,
Seeks, yet can nowhere find, the light of truth.[356][EQ] 630
"Upon the breast of new-created earth
Man walked; and when and wheresoe'er he moved,
Alone or mated, solitude was not.
He heard, borne on the wind,[357] the articulate voice
Of God;[ER] and Angels to his sight appeared 635
Crowning the glorious hills of paradise;
Or through the groves gliding like morning mist
Enkindled by the sun. He sate--and talked
With winged Messengers;[ES] who daily brought
To his small island in the ethereal deep 640
Tidings of joy and love.--From those pure heights[358]
(Whether of actual vision, sensible
To sight and feeling, or that in this sort
Have condescendingly been shadowed forth
Communications spiritually maintained, 645
And intuitions moral and divine)
Fell Human-kind--to banishment condemned[ET]
That flowing years repealed not: and distress
And grief spread wide;[EU] but Man escaped the doom
Of destitution;--solitude was not. 650
--Jehovah[EV]--shapeless Power above all Powers,
Single and one, the omnipresent God,
By vocal utterance, or blaze of light,
Or cloud of darkness, localised in heaven;[EW]
On earth, enshrined within the wandering ark;[EX] 655
Or, out of Sion, thundering from his throne
Between the Cherubim[EY]--on the chosen Race
Showered miracles,[EZ] and ceased not to dispense
Judgments, that filled the land from age to age
With hope, and love, and gratitude, and fear;[FA] 660
And with amazement smote;--thereby to assert
His scorned, or unacknowledged, sovereignty.
And when the One, ineffable of name,
Of[359] nature indivisible, withdrew
From mortal adoration or regard, 665
Not then was Deity engulfed; nor Man,
The rational creature, left, to feel the weight
Of his own reason, without sense or thought
Of higher reason and a purer will,
To benefit and bless, through mightier power:-- 670
Whether the Persian--zealous to reject
Altar and image, and the inclusive walls
And roofs of temples built by human hands--[FB]
To[360] loftiest heights ascending, from their tops,
With myrtle-wreathed tiara on his brow,[361] 675
Presented sacrifice to moon and stars,
And to the winds and mother elements,
And the whole circle of the heavens, for him
A sensitive existence, and a God,[FC]
With lifted hands invoked, and songs of praise: 680
Or, less reluctantly to bonds of sense
Yielding his soul, the Babylonian framed
For influence undefined a personal shape;
And, from the plain, with toil immense, upreared
Tower eight times planted on the top of tower, 685
That Belus, nightly to his splendid couch
Descending, there might rest;[FD] upon that height
Pure and serene, diffused--to overlook[362]
Winding Euphrates, and the city vast
Of his devoted worshippers, far-stretched, 690
With grove and field and garden interspersed;
Their town, and foodful region for support
Against the pressure of beleaguering war.
"Chaldean Shepherds, ranging trackless fields,
Beneath the concave of unclouded skies 695
Spread like a sea, in boundless solitude,
Looked on the polar star, as on a guide
And guardian of their course, that never closed
His stedfast eye. The planetary Five[FE]
With a submissive reverence they beheld; 700
Watched, from the centre of their sleeping flocks,
Those radiant Mercuries,[FF] that seemed to move
Carrying through ether, in perpetual round,
Decrees and resolutions of the Gods;
And, by their aspects, signifying works 705
Of dim futurity, to Man revealed.
--The imaginative faculty was lord
Of observations natural; and, thus
Led on, those shepherds made report of stars
In set rotation passing to and fro, 710
Between the orbs of our apparent sphere
And its invisible counterpart, adorned
With answering constellations, under earth,
Removed from all approach of living sight
But present to the dead; who, so they deemed, 715
Like those celestial messengers beheld
All accidents, and judges were of all.
"The lively Grecian, in a land of hills,
Rivers and fertile plains, and sounding shores,--[FG]
Under a cope of sky more variable,[363] 720
Could find commodious place for every God,
Promptly received, as prodigally brought,
From the surrounding countries, at the choice
Of all adventurers. With unrivalled skill,
As nicest observation furnished hints 725
For studious fancy, his quick hand bestowed[364]
On fluent operations a fixed shape;
Metal or stone, idolatrously served.
And yet--triumphant o'er this pompous show
Of art, this palpable array of sense, 730
On every side encountered; in despite
Of the gross fictions chanted in the streets
By wandering Rhapsodists;[FH] and in contempt
Of doubt and bold denial[365] hourly urged
Amid the wrangling schools--a SPIRIT hung, 735
Beautiful region! o'er thy towns and farms,
Statues and temples, and memorial tombs;
And emanations were perceived; and acts
Of immortality, in Nature's course,
Exemplified by mysteries, that were felt 740
As bonds, on grave philosopher imposed
And armed warrior; and in every grove
A gay or pensive tenderness prevailed,
When piety more awful had relaxed. 744
--'Take, running river, take these locks of mine'--
Thus would the Votary say--'this severed hair,
'My vow fulfilling, do I here present,
'Thankful for my beloved child's return.
'Thy banks, Cephisus, he again hath trod,[FI] 749
'Thy murmurs heard; and drunk the crystal lymph
'With which thou dost refresh the thirsty lip,
'And, all day long, moisten[366] these flowery fields!'
And, doubtless, sometimes, when the hair was shed
Upon the flowing stream, a thought arose
Of Life continuous, Being unimpaired; 755
That hath been, is, and where it was and is
There shall endure,--existence unexposed[367]
To the blind walk of mortal accident;
From diminution safe and weakening age;
While man grows old, and dwindles, and decays; 760
And countless generations of mankind
Depart; and leave no vestige where they trod.
"We live by Admiration, Hope, and Love;
And, even as these are well and wisely fixed,
In dignity of being we ascend. 765
But what is error?"--"Answer he who can!"
The Sceptic somewhat haughtily exclaimed:
"Love, Hope, and Admiration--are they not
Mad Fancy's favourite vassals? Does not life
Use them, full oft, as pioneers to ruin, 770
Guides to destruction? Is it well to trust
Imagination's light when reason's fails,
The unguarded taper where the guarded faints?
--Stoop from those heights, and soberly declare
What error is; and, of our errors, which 775
Doth most debase the mind; the genuine seats
Of power, where are they? Who shall regulate,
With truth, the scale of intellectual rank?"
"Methinks," persuasively the Sage replied,
"That for this arduous office you possess 780
Some rare advantages. Your early days
A grateful recollection must supply
Of much exalted good by Heaven vouchsafed
To dignify the humblest state.[368]--Your voice
Hath, in my hearing, often testified 785
That poor men's children, they, and they alone,
By their condition taught, can understand
The wisdom of the prayer that daily asks
For daily bread. A consciousness is yours
How feelingly religion may be learned 790
In smoky cabins, from a mother's tongue--
Heard while the dwelling vibrates to the din
Of the contiguous torrent, gathering strength
At every moment--and, with strength, increase
Of fury; or, while snow is at the door, 795
Assaulting and defending, and the wind,
A sightless labourer, whistles at his work--
Fearful; but resignation tempers fear,
And piety is sweet to infant minds. 799
--The Shepherd-lad, that[369] in the sunshine carves,
On the green turf, a dial[FJ]--to divide
The silent hours; and who to that report
Can portion out his pleasures, and adapt,
Throughout a long and lonely summer's day
His round[370] of pastoral duties, is not left 805
With less intelligence for _moral_ things
Of gravest import. Early he perceives,
Within himself, a measure and a rule,
Which to the sun of truth he can apply,
That shines for him, and shines for all mankind. 810
Experience daily fixing his regards
On nature's wants, he knows how few they are,
And where they lie, how answered and appeased.
This knowledge ample recompense affords
For manifold privations; he refers 815
His notions to this standard; on this rock
Rests his desires; and hence, in after life,
Soul-strengthening patience, and sublime content.
Imagination--not permitted here
To waste her powers, as in the worldling's mind, 820
On fickle pleasures, and superfluous cares,
And trivial ostentation--is left free
And puissant to range the solemn walks
Of time and nature, girded by a zone
That, while it binds, invigorates and supports. 825
Acknowledge, then, that whether by the side
Of his poor hut, or on the mountain top,
Or in the cultured field, a Man so bred[371]
(Take from him what you will upon the score
Of ignorance or illusion) lives and breathes 830
For noble purposes of mind: his heart
Beats to the heroic song of ancient days;
His eye distinguishes, his soul creates,
And those illusions, which excite the scorn
Or move the pity of unthinking minds, 835
Are they not mainly outward ministers
Of inward conscience? with whose service charged
They came and go, appeared and disappear,[372]
Diverting evil purposes, remorse
Awakening, chastening an intemperate grief, 840
Or pride of heart abating: and, whene'er
For less important ends those phantoms move,
Who would forbid them, if their presence serve,
On thinly-peopled mountains and wild heaths,[373]
Filling a space, else vacant, to exalt 845
The forms of Nature, and enlarge her powers?
"Once more to distant ages of the world
Let us revert, and place before our thoughts
The face which rural solitude might wear
To the unenlightened swains of pagan Greece.[374] 850
--In that fair clime, the lonely herdsman, stretched
On the soft grass through half a summer's day,
With music lulled his indolent repose:
And, in some fit of weariness, if he,
When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear 855
A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds
Which his poor skill could make, his fancy fetched,
Even from the blazing chariot of the sun,
A beardless Youth, who touched a golden lute,[FK]
And filled the illumined groves with ravishment. 860
The nightly hunter, lifting a bright eye
Up towards the crescent moon,[375] with grateful heart
Called on the lovely wanderer who bestowed
That timely light, to share his joyous sport:[376]
And hence, a beaming Goddess with her Nymphs,[FL] 865
Across the lawn and through the darksome grove,
Not unaccompanied with tuneful notes
By echo multiplied from rock or cave,
Swept in the storm of chase; as moon and stars
Glance rapidly along the clouded heaven,[377] 870
When winds are blowing strong. The traveller slaked
His thirst from rill or gushing fount, and thanked
The Naiad.[FM] Sunbeams, upon distant hills
Gliding apace, with shadows in their train,
Might, with small help from fancy, be transformed 875
Into fleet Oreads[FM] sporting visibly.
The Zephyrs[FM] fanning, as they passed, their wings,
Lacked not, for love, fair objects whom they wooed
With gentle whisper. Withered boughs grotesque,
Stripped of their leaves and twigs by hoary age, 880
From depth of shaggy covert peeping forth
In the low vale, or on steep mountain side;
And, sometimes, intermixed with stirring horns
Of the live deer, or goat's depending beard,--
These were the lurking Satyrs,[FM] a wild brood 885
Of gamesome Deities; or Pan himself,
The simple shepherd's awe-inspiring God!"
The strain was aptly chosen; and I could mark[378]
Its kindly influence, o'er[379] the yielding brow
Of our Companion, gradually diffused; 890
While, listening, he had paced the noiseless turf,
Like one whose untired ear a murmuring stream
Detains; but tempted now to interpose,
He with a smile exclaimed:--
"'Tis well you speak
At a safe distance from our native land, 895
And from the mansions where our youth was taught.
The true descendants of those godly men
Who swept from Scotland, in a flame of zeal,
Shrine, altar, image, and the massy piles
That harboured them,--the souls retaining yet 900
The churlish features of that after-race
Who fled to woods, caverns, and jutting rocks,[380]
In deadly scorn of superstitious rites,
Or what their scruples construed to be such--
How, think you, would they tolerate this scheme 905
Of fine propensities, that tends, if urged
Far as it might be urged, to sow afresh
The weeds of Romish phantasy, in vain
Uprooted; would re-consecrate our wells
To good Saint Fillan[FN] and to fair Saint Anne; 910
And from long banishment recal Saint Giles,[FO]
To watch again with tutelary love
O'er stately Edinborough throned on crags?
A blessed restoration,[FP] to behold
The patron, on the shoulders of his priests, 915
Once more parading through her crowded streets
Now simply guarded by the sober powers
Of science, and philosophy, and sense!"
This answer followed.--"You have turned my thoughts
Upon our brave Progenitors, who rose 920
Against idolatry with warlike mind,
And shrunk from vain observances, to lurk
In woods, and dwell under impending rocks
Ill-sheltered, and oft wanting fire and food;[381]
Why?--for this very reason that they felt, 925
And did acknowledge, wheresoe'er they moved,
A spiritual presence, oft-times misconceived,
But still a high dependence, a divine
Bounty and government, that filled their hearts
With joy, and gratitude, and fear, and love; 930
And from their fervent lips drew hymns of praise,
That through the desert rang.[382] Though favoured less,
Far less, than these, yet such, in their degree,
Were those bewildered Pagans of old time.
Beyond their own poor natures and above 935
They looked; were humbly thankful for the good
Which the warm sun solicited, and earth
Bestowed; were gladsome,--and their moral sense
They fortified with reverence for the Gods;
And they had hopes that overstepped the Grave. 940
"Now, shall our great Discoverers," he exclaimed,
Raising his voice triumphantly, "obtain
From sense and reason less than these obtained,
Though far misled? Shall men for whom our age
Unbaffled powers of vision hath prepared, 945
To explore the world without and world within,
Be joyless as the blind? Ambitious spirits--[383]
Whom earth, at this late season, hath produced
To regulate the moving spheres, and weigh
The planets in the hollow of their hand; 950
And they who rather dive than soar, whose pains
Have solved the elements, or analysed
The thinking principle--shall they in fact
Prove a degraded Race? and what avails
Renown, if their presumption make them such? 955
Oh! there is laughter at their work in heaven!
Inquire of ancient Wisdom; go, demand
Of mighty Nature, if 'twas ever meant
That we should pry far off yet be unraised;
That we should pore, and dwindle as we pore, 960
Viewing all objects unremittingly
In disconnexion dead and spiritless;
And still dividing, and dividing still,
Break down all grandeur, still unsatisfied
With the perverse attempt, while littleness 965
May yet become more little; waging thus
An impious warfare with the very life
Of our own souls!
"And if indeed there be
An all-pervading Spirit, upon whom
Our dark foundations rest, could he design 970
That this[384] magnificent effect of power,
The earth we tread, the sky that[385] we behold
By day, and all the pomp which night reveals;
That these--and that superior mystery
Our vital frame, so fearfully devised, 975
And the dread soul within it--should exist
Only to be examined, pondered, searched,
Probed, vexed, and criticised?[FR]--Accuse me not
Of arrogance, unknown Wanderer as I am,
If, having walked with Nature threescore years, 980
And offered, far as frailty would allow,
My heart a daily sacrifice to Truth,
I now affirm of Nature and of Truth,
Whom I have served, that their DIVINITY
Revolts, offended at the ways of men 985
Swayed by such motives, to such ends[386] employed;
Philosophers, who, though the human soul
Be[387] of a thousand faculties composed,
And twice ten thousand interests, do yet prize
This soul, and the transcendent universe, 990
No more than as a mirror that reflects
To proud Self-love her own intelligence;
That one, poor, finite object, in the abyss
Of infinite Being, twinkling restlessly!
"Nor higher place can be assigned to him 995
And his compeers--the laughing Sage of France.--[FS]
Crowned was he, if my memory do[388] not err,
With laurel planted upon hoary hairs,
In sign of conquest by his wit achieved
And benefits his wisdom had conferred; 1000
His stooping body tottered with wreaths of flowers[FT]
Opprest, far less becoming ornaments
Than Spring oft twines about a mouldering tree;[389]
Yet so it pleased a fond, a vain, old Man,
And a most frivolous people. Him I mean 1005
Who penned,[390] to ridicule confiding faith,
This sorry Legend; which by chance we found
Piled in a nook, through malice, as might seem,
Among more innocent rubbish."--Speaking thus,
With a brief notice when, and how, and where, 1010
We had espied the book, he drew it forth;
And courteously, as if the act removed,
At once, all traces from the good Man's heart
Of unbenign aversion or contempt,
Restored it to its owner. "Gentle Friend," 1015
Herewith he grasped the Solitary's hand,
"You have known lights and guides better than these.[391]
Ah! let not aught amiss within dispose
A noble mind to practise on herself,
And tempt opinion to support the wrongs 1020
Of passion: whatsoe'er be[392] felt or feared,
From higher judgment-seats make no appeal
To lower: can you question that the soul
Inherits an allegiance, not by choice
To be cast off, upon an oath proposed 1025
By each new upstart notion? In the ports
Of levity no refuge can be found,
No shelter, for a spirit in distress.
He, who by wilful disesteem of life
And proud insensibility to hope, 1030
Affronts the eye of Solitude, shall learn
That her mild nature can be terrible;
That neither she nor Silence lack the power
To avenge their own insulted majesty.
"O blest seclusion! when the mind admits 1035
The law of duty; and can therefore move[393]
Through each vicissitude of loss and gain,
Linked in entire complacence with her choice;
When youth's presumptuousness is mellowed down,
And manhood's vain anxiety dismissed; 1040
When wisdom shows her seasonable fruit,
Upon the boughs of sheltering leisure hung
In sober plenty; when the spirit stoops
To drink with gratitude the crystal stream
Of unreproved enjoyment; and is pleased 1045
To muse, and be saluted by the air
Of meek repentance, wafting wall-flower scents
From out the crumbling ruins of fallen pride
And chambers of transgression, now forlorn.
O, calm contented days, and peaceful nights! 1050
Who, when such good can be obtained, would strive
To reconcile his manhood to a couch
Soft, as may seem, but, under that disguise,
Stuffed with the thorny substance of the past
For fixed annoyance; and full oft beset 1055
With floating dreams, black and disconsolate,[394]
The vapoury phantoms of futurity?
"Within the soul a faculty abides,
That with interpositions, which would hide
And darken, so can deal that they become 1060
Contingencies of pomp; and serve to exalt
Her native brightness. As the ample moon,
In the deep stillness of a summer even
Rising behind a thick and lofty grove,
Burns, like an unconsuming fire of light, 1065
In the green trees; and, kindling on all sides
Their leafy umbrage, turns the dusky veil
Into a substance glorious as her own,
Yea, with her own incorporated, by power
Capacious and serene. Like power abides 1070
In man's celestial spirit; virtue thus
Sets forth and magnifies herself; thus feeds
A calm, a beautiful, and silent fire,
From the encumbrances of mortal life,
From error, disappointment--nay, from guilt; 1075
And sometimes, so relenting justice wills,
From palpable oppressions of despair."
The Solitary by these words was touched
With manifest emotion, and exclaimed;
"But how begin? and whence?--'The Mind is free--
Resolve,' the haughty Moralist would say, 1081
'This single act is all that we demand.'
Alas! such wisdom bids a creature fly
Whose very sorrow is, that time hath shorn
His natural wings!--To friendship let him turn 1085
For succour; but perhaps he sits alone
On stormy waters, tossed in a little boat[395]
That holds but him, and can contain no more!
Religion tells of amity sublime
Which no condition can preclude; of One 1090
Who sees all suffering, comprehends all wants,
All weakness fathoms, can supply all needs:
But is that bounty absolute?--His gifts,
Are they not, still, in some degree, rewards
For acts of service? Can his love extend 1095
To hearts that own not him? Will showers of grace,
When in the sky no promise may be seen,
Fall to refresh a parched and withered land?
Or shall the groaning Spirit cast her load
At the Redeemer's feet?"
In rueful tone, 1100
With some impatience in his mien, he spake:
Back to my mind rushed all that had been urged
To calm the Sufferer when his story closed;
I looked for counsel as unbending now;
But a discriminating sympathy 1105
Stooped to this apt reply:--[396]
"As men from men
Do, in the constitution of their souls,
Differ, by mystery not to be explained;
And as we fall by various ways, and sink
One deeper than another, self-condemned, 1110
Through manifold degrees of guilt and shame;
So manifold and various are the ways
Of restoration, fashioned to the steps
Of all infirmity, and tending all
To the same point, attainable by all-- 1115
Peace in ourselves, and union with our God.
For you, assuredly, a hopeful road[397]
Lies open: we have heard from you a voice
At every moment softened in its course
By tenderness of heart; have seen your eye, 1120
Even like an altar lit by fire from heaven,
Kindle before us.--Your discourse this day,
That, like the fabled Lethe, wished to flow
In creeping sadness, through oblivious shades
Of death and night, has caught at every turn 1125
The colours of the sun. Access for you
Is yet preserved to principles of truth,
Which the imaginative Will upholds
In seats of wisdom, not to be approached
By the inferior Faculty that moulds, 1130
With her minute and speculative pains,
Opinion, ever changing!
"I have seen
A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
Of inland ground, applying to his ear
The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; 1135
To which, in silence hushed,[398] his very soul
Listened intensely; and his countenance soon
Brightened with joy; for from within were heard
Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed[399]
Mysterious union with its native sea. 1140
Even such a shell[FU] the universe itself
Is to the ear of Faith; and there are times,
I doubt not, when to you it doth impart
Authentic tidings of invisible things;
Of ebb and flow, and ever-during power; 1145
And central peace, subsisting at the heart
Of endless agitation. Here you stand,
Adore, and worship, when you know it not;
Pious beyond the intention of your thought;
Devout above the meaning of your will. 1150
--Yes, you have felt, and may not cease to feel.
The estate of man would be indeed forlorn
If false conclusions of the reasoning power
Made the eye blind, and closed the passages 1154
Through which the ear converses with the heart.
Has not the soul, the being of your life,
Received a shock of awful consciousness,
In some calm season, when these lofty rocks
At night's approach bring down the unclouded sky,
To rest upon their circumambient walls; 1160
A temple framing of dimensions vast,
And yet not too enormous for the sound
Of human anthems,--choral song, or burst
Sublime of instrumental harmony,
To glorify the Eternal! What if these 1165
Did never break the stillness that prevails
Here,--if the solemn nightingale[FV] be mute,
And the soft woodlark here did never chant
Her vespers,[FW]--Nature fails not to provide
Impulse and utterance. The whispering air 1170
Sends inspiration from the shadowy heights,
And blind recesses of the caverned rocks;
The little rills, and waters numberless,
Inaudible by daylight, blend their notes
With the loud streams: and often, at the hour 1175
When issue forth the first pale stars, is heard,
Within the circuit of this fabric huge,
One voice--the solitary raven, flying
Athwart the concave of the dark blue dome,
Unseen, perchance above all[400] power of sight-- 1180
An iron knell! with echoes from afar
Faint--and still fainter--as the cry, with which
The wanderer accompanies her flight
Through the calm region, fades upon the ear,
Diminishing by distance till it seemed 1185
To expire; yet from the abyss is caught again,
And yet again recovered![FX]
"But descending
From these imaginative heights, that yield
Far-stretching views into eternity,
Acknowledge that to Nature's humbler power 1190
Your cherished sullenness is forced to bend
Even here, where her amenities are sown
With sparing hand. Then trust yourself abroad
To range her blooming bowers, and spacious fields,
Where on the labours of the happy throng 1195
She smiles, including in her wide embrace
City, and town, and tower,--and sea with ships
Sprinkled;--be our Companion while we track
Her rivers populous with gliding life; 1199
While, free as air, o'er printless sands we march,
Or[401] pierce the gloom of her majestic woods;
Roaming, or resting under grateful shade
In peace and meditative cheerfulness;
Where living things, and things inanimate, 1204
Do speak, at Heaven's command, to eye and ear,
And speak to social reason's inner sense,
With inarticulate language.
"For, the Man--
Who, in this spirit, communes with the Forms
Of nature, who with understanding heart
Both knows and loves[402] such objects as excite 1210
No morbid passions, no disquietude,
No vengeance, and no hatred--needs must feel
The joy of that pure principle of love
So deeply, that, unsatisfied with aught
Less pure and exquisite, he cannot choose 1215
But seek for objects of a kindred love
In fellow-natures and a kindred joy.
Accordingly he by degrees perceives
His feelings of aversion softened down;
A holy tenderness pervade his frame. 1220
His sanity of reason not impaired,
Say rather, all his thoughts now flowing clear,
From a clear fountain flowing, he looks round
And seeks for good; and finds the good he seeks:
Until abhorrence and contempt are things 1225
He only knows by name; and, if he hear,
From other mouths, the language which they speak,
He is compassionate; and has no thought,
No feeling, which can overcome his love.
"And further; by contemplating these Forms 1230
In the relations which they bear to man,
He shall discern, how, through the various means
Which silently they yield, are multiplied
The spiritual presences of absent things.
Trust me,[403] that for the instructed, time will come 1235
When they shall meet no object but may teach
Some acceptable lesson to their minds
Of human suffering, or of human joy.
So shall they learn, while all things speak of man,
Their duties from all forms;[404] and general laws, 1240
And local accidents, shall tend alike
To rouse, to urge; and, with the will, confer
The ability to spread the blessings wide
Of true philanthropy. The light of love
Not failing, perseverance from their steps 1245
Departing not, for them shall be confirmed[405]
The glorious habit by which sense is made
Subservient still to moral purposes,
Auxiliar to divine. That change shall clothe
The naked spirit, ceasing to deplore 1250
The burthen of existence. Science then
Shall be a precious visitant; and then,
And only then, be worthy of her name:
For then her heart shall kindle; her dull eye,
Dull and inanimate, no more shall hang 1255
Chained to its object in brute slavery;
But taught with patient interest to watch
The processes of things, and serve the cause
Of order and distinctness, not for this
Shall it forget that its most noble use, 1260
Its most illustrious province, must be found
In furnishing clear guidance, a support
Not treacherous, to the mind's _excursive_ power.
--So build we up the Being that we are;
Thus deeply drinking--in the soul of things, 1265
We shall be wise perforce; and, while inspired
By choice, and conscious that the Will is free,
Shall move unswerving, even as if impelled[406]
By strict necessity, along the path
Of order and of good. Whate'er we see, 1270
Or feel, shall tend to quicken and refine;
Shall fix, in calmer seats of moral strength,
Earthly desires; and raise, to loftier heights
Of divine love, our intellectual soul."[407]
Here closed the Sage that eloquent harangue, 1275
Poured forth with fervour in continuous stream,
Such as, remote, 'mid savage wilderness,
An Indian Chief discharges from his breast
Into the hearing of assembled tribes,[408]
In open circle seated round, and hushed 1280
As the unbreathing air, when not a leaf
Stirs in the mighty woods.--So did he speak:
The words he uttered shall not pass away
Dispersed, like music that the wind takes up
By snatches, and lets fall, to be forgotten; 1285
No--they sank into me,[409] the bounteous gift
Of one whom time and nature had made wise,
Gracing his doctrine[410] with authority
Which hostile spirits silently allow;
Of one accustomed to desires that feed 1290
On fruitage gathered from the tree of life;
To hopes on knowledge and experience built;
Of one in whom persuasion and belief
Had ripened into faith, and faith become
A passionate intuition; whence the Soul, 1295
Though bound to earth by ties of pity and love,
From all injurious servitude was free.
The Sun, before his place of rest were reached,
Had yet to travel far, but unto us,
To us who stood low in that hollow dell, 1300
He had become invisible,--a pomp
Leaving behind of yellow radiance spread
Over[411] the mountain sides, in contrast bold
With ample shadows, seemingly, no less 1304
Than those resplendent lights, his rich bequest;
A dispensation of his evening power.
--Adown the path that[412] from the glen had led
The funeral train, the Shepherd and his Mate
Were seen descending:--forth to greet them ran[413]
Our little Page: the rustic pair approach; 1310
And in the Matron's countenance may be read
Plain indication[414] that the words, which told
How that neglected Pensioner was sent
Before his time into a quiet grave,
Had done to her humanity no wrong: 1315
But we are kindly welcomed--promptly served
With ostentatious zeal.--Along the floor
Of the small Cottage in the lonely Dell
A grateful couch was spread for our repose;
Where, in the guise of mountaineers, we lay,[415] 1320
Stretched upon fragrant heath, and lulled by sound
Of far-off torrents charming the still night,
And, to tired limbs and over-busy thoughts,
Inviting sleep and soft forgetfulness.[416]