By restless undulation; ev'n the oak Thrives by the rude concuffion of the ftorm; He seems indeed indignant, and to feel
Th' impreffion of the blast with proud difdain, Frowning as if in his unconfcious arm
He held the thunder. But the monarch owes His firm ftability to what he fcorns,
More fixt below, the more difturb'd above, The law by which all creatures elfe are bound, Binds man the lord of all. Himfelf derives No mean advantage from a kindred caufe, From ftrenuous toil his hours of sweetest ease. The fedentary ftretch their lazy length
When cuftom bids, but no refreshment find, For none they need: the languid eye, the cheek Deferted of its bloom, the flaccid, fhrunk, And wither'd muscle, and the vapid foul, Reproach their owner with that love of reft To which he forfeits ev'n the rest he loves.
Not fuch th' alert and active.
By its true worth, the comforts it affords, And theirs alone feems worthy of the name. Good health, and its affociate in the most,
Good temper; fpirits prompt to undertake, And not foon spent, though in an arduous task ; The pow'rs of fancy and ftrong thought are theirs; Ev'n age itself seems privileged in them With clear exemption from its own defects.
A fparkling eye beneath a wrinkled front The vet'ran fhows, and gracing a grey beard With youthful fimiles, defcends toward the grave Sprightly, and old almost without decay.
Like a coy maiden, ease, when courted moft, Fartheft retires-an idol, at whofe fhrine
Who oft'neft facrifice are favor'd leaft.
The love of Nature, and the fcenes fhe draws
Is Nature's dictate. Strange! there fhould be found
Who felf-imprifon'd in their proud faloons,
Renounce the odors of the open field
For the unfcented fictions of the loom. Who satisfied with only pencil'd scenes, Prefer to the performance of a God
Th' inferior wonders of an artist's hand. Lovely indeed the mimic works of art, But Nature's works far lovelier. I admire None more admires the painter's magic fkill, Who fhews me that which I fhall never fee, Conveys a diftant country into mine,
And throws Italian light on English walls. But imitative ftrokes can do no more
Than pleafe the eye, fweet Nature ev'ry fenfe. The air falubrious of her lofty hills,
The thearing fragrance of her dewy vales And mufic of her woods-no works of man May rival thefe; thefe all befpeak a power Peculiar, and exclufively her own. Beneath the open fky fhe fpreads the feaft; 'Tis free to all-'tis ev'ry day renew'd, Who fcorns it, ftarves defervedly at home.
He does not scorn it, who imprison'd long In fome unwholesome dungeon, and a prey To fallow fickness, which the vapors dánk And clammy of his dark abode have bred, Escapes at last to liberty and light.
His cheek recovers foon its healthful hue, His eye relumines its extinguish'd fires,. He walks, he leaps, he'runs-is wing'd with joy, And riots in the fweets of ev'ry breeze.
He does not fcorn it, who has long endur'd
A fever's agonies, and fed on drugs.
Nor yet the mariner, his blood inflamed With acrid falts; his very heart athirst
To gaze at Nature in her green array. Upon the fhip's tall fide he ftands, poffefs'd With vifions prompted by intense defire; Fair fields appear below, fuch as he left
Far diftant, fuch as he would die to find
He feeks them headlong, and is feen no more.
The spleen is feldom felt where Flora reigns; The low'ring eye, the petulance, the frown, And fullen fadness that o'erfhade, distort,
And mar the face of beauty, when no cause For fuch immeafurable woe appears,
These Flora banishes, and gives the fair
Sweet fmiles and bloom lefs tranfient than her own.
It is the conftant revolution stale
And tasteless, of the fame repeated joys,
That palls and fatiates, and makes languid life A pedlar's pack, that bows the bearer down. Health fuffers, and the fpirits ebb; the heart Recoils from its own choice-at the full feaft Is famish'd-finds no mufic in the fong, No finartnefs in the jeft, and wonders why. Yet thousands ftill defire to journey on, Though halt and weary of the path they tread. The paralitic who can hold her cards
But cannot play them, borrows a friend's hand To deal and fhuffle, to divide and fort
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