Encourag'd at the sight of thee, To the cheek colour comes, and firmness to the knee. Ev'n Lust, the master of a harden'd face, Blushes, if thou be'st in the place, To Darkness' curtains he retires; In sympathizing night he rolls his smoky fires. When, Goddess! thou lift'st up thy waken'd head, Thy quire of birds about thee play, The ghosts, and monster-spirits, that did presume A body's privilege to assume, Vanish again invisibly, And bodies gain again their visibility. All the world's bravery, that delights our eyes, Thou the rich dye on them bestow'st, Thy nimble pencil paints this landscape as thou go'st. A crimson garment in the rose thou wear'st; The virgin-lilies, in their white, Are clad but with the lawn of almost naked light. The violet, Spring's little infant, stands Girt in thy purple swaddling-bands: On the fair tulip thou dost doat; Thou cloth'st it in a gay and parti-colour'd coat. With flame condens'd thou dost thy jewels fix, Flora herself envies to see Flowers fairer than her own, and durable as she. Ah, Goddess! would thou couldst thy hand withhold, And be less liberal to gold! Didst thou less value to it give, Of how much care, alas! might'st thou poor man relieve ! To me the sun is more delightful far, And all fair days much fairer are. But few, ah! wondrous few, there be, Who do not gold prefer, O Goddess! ev'n to thee. Through the soft ways of heaven, and air, and sea, open all their pores to thee, Which Like a clear river thou dost glide, And with thy living stream through the close chan'nels slide. But, where firm bodies thy free course oppose, Takes there possession, and does make, Of colours mingled light, a thick and standing lake. But the vast ocean of unbounded day In th' empyrean heaven does stay. Thy rivers, lakes, and springs, below, From thence took first their rise, thither at last must flow. то THE ROYAL SOCIETY. PHILOSOPHY, the great and only heir Has still been kept in nonage till of late, Three or four thousand years, one would have thought, And of such hopeful parts too at the first: That his own business he might quite forget, } With the desserts of poetry they fed him, Instead of vigorous exercise, they led him Into the pleasant labyrinths of ever-fresh discourse; Instead of carrying him to see The riches which do hoarded for him lie In Nature's endless treasury, (His curious but not covetous eye) With painted scenes and pageants of the brain. (From guardians who were now usurpers grown) Bacon at last, a mighty man, arose (Whom a wise king, and Nature, chose, Lord chancellor of both their laws), And boldly undertook the injur'd pupil's cause. Authority-which did a body boast, Though 't was but air condens'd, and stalk'd about, Like some old giant's more gigantick ghost, To terrify the learned rout With the plain magick of true Reason's light He chac'd out of our sight; Nor suffer'd living men to be misled By the vain shadows of the dead; To graves, from whence it rose, the conquer'd phan tom fled. He broke that monstrous God which stood In midst of th' orchard, and the whole did claim; Which with a useless scythe of wood, And something else not worth a name Ridiculous and senseless terrors !) made Come, enter, all that will, Behold the ripen'd fruit, come gather now your fill! We would be like the Deity } When truth and falsehood, good and evil, we, Without the senses' aid, within ourselves would see; For 't is God only who can find All Nature in his mind. From words, which are but pictures of the thought The thirsty soul's refreshing wine. } |