Worlds that had never been hadst Thou in strength Till Thou proclaim thyself. Theirs is indeed 855 860 Yet deemed oracular, lure down to death The uninformed and heedless souls of men. We give to Chance, blind Chance, ourselves as blind, 865 Perfect and unimpeachable of blame, Challenging human scrutiny, and proved Then skilful most when most severely judged. But Chance is not; or is not where Thou reignest: 870 Thy Providence forbids that fickle power (If power she be that works but to confound) To mix her wild vagaries with thy laws. Yet thus we dote, refusing while we can Instruction, and inventing to ourselves 875 Gods such as guilt makes welcome; gods that sleep, Or disregard our follies, or that sit Amused spectators of this bustling stage. Thee we reject, unable to abide Thy purity, till pure as Thou art pure, 880 Made such by thee, we love thee for that cause For which we shunned and hated thee before. Then we are free. Then Liberty like day Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven 885 A voice is heard that mortal ears hear not Till Thou hast touched them; 'tis the voice of song, Which he that hears it with a shout repeats, 890 895 900 905 BOOK VI. THE WINTER WALK AT NOON. ARGUMENT:-Bells at a distance, I-Their effect, 6-A fine noon in winter, 57-A sheltered walk, 72-Meditation better than books, 84Our familiarity with the course of nature makes it appear less wonderful than it is, 118-The transformation that spring effects in a shrubbery described, 140-A mistake concerning the course of nature corrected, 198-God maintains it by an unremitted act, 221-The amusements fashionable at this hour of the day reproved, 262-Animals happy, a delightful sight, 321-Origin of cruelty to animals, 348-That it is a great crime, proved from Scripture, 459-That proof illustrated by a tale, 483-A line drawn between the lawful and unlawful destruction of them, 560-Their good and useful properties insisted on, 601-Apology for the encomiums bestowed by the author on animals, 621-Instances of man's extravagant praise of man, 632-The groans of the creation shall have an end, 729-A view taken of the restoration of all things, 747—An invocation and an invitation of Him who shall bring it to pass, 818-The retired man vindicated from the charge of uselessness, 906—Conclusion, 995. THERE is in souls a sympathy with sounds, In cadence sweet, now dying all away, 5 Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept. Wherever I have heard A kindred melody, the scene recurs, 15 20 25 30 When most severe, and mustering all its force, Was but the graver countenance of love; Whose favour, like the clouds of spring, might lower, And utter now and then an awful voice, But had a blessing in its darkest frown, 35 Threatening at once and nourishing the plant. We loved, but not enough, the gentle hand That reared us. At a thoughtless age, allured That converse which we now in vain regret. 40 45 '50 Till time has stolen away the slighted good, And makes the world the wilderness it is. 55 The night was winter in his roughest mood; The morning sharp and clear. But now at noon Upon the southern side of the slant hills, And where the woods fence off the northern blast 60 And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below. 65 And through the trees I view the embattled tower The soothing influence of the wafted strains, The walk, still verdant, under oaks and elms, 70 The roof, though moveable through all its length The frequent flakes, has kept a path for me. 75 No noise is here, or none that hinders thought. With slender notes, and more than half suppressed: From spray to spray, where'er he rests he shakes 80 From many a twig the pendent drops of ice, That tinkle in the withered leaves below. Stillness, accompanied with sounds so soft, Charms more than silence. Meditation here May think down hours to moments. Here the heart 85 May give a useful lesson to the head, And Learning wiser grow without his books. Knowledge and Wisdom, far from being one, |