Or where the seal of undeceitful good,
To save your search from folly ? Wanting these,
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And with the glitt'ring of an idiot's toy
Did fancy mock your vows. Nor let the gleam
Of youthful hope that shines upon your hearts,
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And truth eternal. Tho' the poisonous charms
Of baleful superstition guide the feet
Of servile numbers, through a dreary way
To their abode, through deserts, thorns and mire ;
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To muse, at last, amidst the ghostly gloom
Of graves, and hoary vaults, and cloister'd cells ;
To walk with spectres through the midnight shade,
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Yet be not you dismay'd. A gentler star
Your lovely search illumines. From the grove
Where wisdom talk'd with her Athenian sons,
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Then should my powerful voice at once dispel
These monkish horrors : then in light divine
Disclose the Elysian prospect, where the steps
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Led by their winged genius and the choir
Of laurell'd science and harmonious art,
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The undivided part'ners of her sway,
With good and beauty reigns. O let not us,
Lull’d by luxurious pleasure's languid strain,
Or crouching to the frowns of bigot rage,
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The godlike band. And if the gracious power
That first awaken'd my untutor'd song,
Will to my invocation breathe anew
The tuneful spirit ; then thro' all our paths,
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When summer smiles, to warn the melting heart
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Against the torrent and the stubborn hill
To urge bold virtue's unremitted nerve,
And wake the strong divinity of soul
That conquers chance and fate ; or whether struck
For sounds of triumph, to proclaim her toils
Upon the lofty summit; round her brow
To twine the wreath of incorruptive praise ;
To trace her hallow'd light thro’ future worlds,
And bless Heaven's image in the heart of man.

Thus with a fathful aim have we presum'd,
Adventurous, to delineate nature's form ;
Whether in vast, majestic pomp array'd,
Or drest for pleasing wonder, or serene
In beauty's rosy smile. It now remains,
Thro' various being's fair-proportion'd scale,
To trace the rising lustre of her charms,
From their first twilight, shining forth at length,
To full meridian splendour. Of degree
The least and lowliest, in the effusive warmth
Of colours mingling with a random blaze,
Doth beauty dwell. Then higher in the line
And variation of determin'd shape,
Where truth's eternal measures mark the bound
Of circle, cube, or sphere. The third ascent
Unites this varied symmetry of parts
With colour's bland allurement; as the pearl
Shines in the concave of its azure bed,
And painted shells indent their speckled wreath.
Then more attractive rise the blooming forms,
Through which the breath of nature has infus'd
Her genial power to draw, with pregnant veins,
Nutritious moisture from the bounteous earth,
In fruit and seed prolific : thus the flowers
Their purple honors with the spring resume ;
And such the stately tree which autumn bends
With blushing treasures. But more lovely still,
In nature's charm, where, to the full consent
Of complicated members, to the bloom
Of colour, and the vital change of growth,
Life's holy fame and piercing sense are given,
And active motion speaks the temper'd soul :
So moves the bird of Juno; so the steed
With rival ardor beats the dusty plain,
And faithful dogs with eager airs of joy
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There most conspicuous, ev'n in outward shape,
Where dawns the high expression of a mind;
By steps conducting our enraptur'd search
To that eternal origin, whose power,
Thro' all the unbounded symmetry of things,
Like rays effulging from the parent sun,
This endless mixture of her charms diffus'd.
Mind, mind alone, (bear witness, earth and heaven!)
The living fountains in itself contains
Of beauticus and sublime ; here hand in hand,
Sit paramount the Graces ; here enthron'd,
Celestial Venus, with divinest airs,
Invites the soul to neve

ever-fading joy.
Look, then, abroad thro’ nature, to the range
Of planets, suns, and adamantine spheres
Wheeling unshaken thro' the void immense ;
And speak, O man ! does this capacious scene
With half that kindling majesty dilate
Thy strong conception, as when Brutus rose
Refulgent from the stroke of Cæsar's fate,
Amid the croud of patriots; and his arm
Aloft extending, like eternal Jove
When guilt brings down the thunder, call'd aloud
On Tully's name, and shook his crimson steel,
And bade the father of his country, hail !
For lo ! the tyrant prostrate on the dust,
And Rome again is free? Is aught so fair
In all the dewy landscapes of the spring,
In the bright eye of Hesper or the morn,
In nature's fairest forms, is ought so fair
As virtuous friendship? as the candid blush
Of him who strives with fortune to be just ?
The graceful tear that streams for others' woes?
Or the mild majesty of private life,
Where peace with ever blooming olive crowns
The gate ; where honour's liberal hands effuse
Unenvy'd treasures, and the snowy wings
Of innocence and love protect the scene?
Once more search, undismay'd, the dark profound
Where nature works in secret ; view the beds
Of mineral treasure, and the eternal vault
That bounds the hoary ccean ; trace the forms
Of atoms moving with incessant change
Their elemental round ; behold the seeds
Of being, and the energy of life
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Then to the secrets of the working mind
Attentive turn; from dim oblivion call
Her fleet ideal band; and bid them go!
Break thro' time's barrier, and o'ertake the hour
That saw the heavens created ; then declare
If aught were found in those external scenes
To move thy wonder now. For what are all
The forms which brute, unconscious matter wears,
Greatness of bulk, or symmetry of parts ?
Not reaching to the heart, soon feeble grows
The superficial impulse; dull their charms,
And satiate soon, and pall the languid eye.
Not so the moral species, or the powers
Of genius and design; the ambitious mind
There sees herself; by these congenial forms
Touch'd and awaken'd, with intenser act
She bends each nerve, and meditates well pleas'd
Her features in the mirror. For of all
The inhabitants of earth, to man alone
Creative wisdom gave to lift his eye
To truth's eternal measures; thence to frame
The sacred laws of action and of will,
Discerning justice from unequal deeds,
And temperance from folly. But beyond
This energy of truth, whose dictates bind
Assenting reason, the benignant sire,
To deck the honour'd paths of just and good,
Has added bright imagination's rays;
Where virtue, rising from the awful depth
Of truth's mysterious bosom, doth forsake
The unadorn'd condition of her birth
And dress'd by fancy in ten thousand hues,
Assumes a various feature, to attract,
With charms responsive to each gazer's eye,
The hearts of men. Amid his rural walk,
The ingenuous youth whom solitude inspires
With purest wishes, from the pensive shade
Beholds her moving like a virgin-muse
That wakes her lyre to some indulgent theme
Of harmony and wonder ; while among
The herd of servile minds, her strenuous forma
Indignant flashes on the patriot's eye,
And through the rolls of memory appeals
To ancient honour ; or in act serene,
Yet watchful, raises the majestic sword
Of public power, from dark ambition's reach
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Genius of antient Greece ! whose faithful steps
Well pleas'd I follow thro' the sacred paths
Of nature and of science ; nurse divine
Of all heroic deeds and fair desires !
O ! let the breath of thy extended praise
Inspire my kindling bosom to the height
Of this untempted theme. Nor be my thoughts
Presumptuous counted, if, amid the calm
That smooths this vernal evening into smiles,
I steal impatient from the sordid haunts
Of strife and low ambition, to attend
Thy sacred presence in the sylvan shade,
By their malignant footsteps ne'er profan'd.
Descend, propitious ! to my favor'd eye ;
Such in thy mien, thy warm exalted air,
As when the Persian tyrant, soil'd and stung
With shame and desperation, gnash'd his teeth
To see thee rend the pageants of his throne ;
And at the lightning of thy lifted spear
Crouch'd like a slave. Bring all thy martal spoils,
Thy palms, thy laurels, thy triumphant songs,
Thy smiling band of arts, thy godlike sires
Of civil wisdom, thy heroic youth
Warm from the schools of glory. Guide my way
Thro' fair Lyceum's walk, the green retreats
Of Academus, and the thymy vale,
Where oft enchanted with Socratic sounds,
Ilissus pure devolv'd his tuneful stream
In gentle murmurs. From the blooming store
Of these auspicious fields, may I unblam'd
Transplant some living blossoms, to adorn
My native clime : while far above the flight
Of fancy's plume aspiring, I unlock
The springs of ancient wisdom ; while I join
Thy name thrice honour'd! with the immortal praise
Of nature ; while to my compatriot youth
I point the high example of thy sons,
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