Either man's work, or his own gifts; 1| who best Bear his mild | yoke, | they | serve him | best; | his| state Iskingly; || thousands at his | bidding | speed, | And post o'er | land and | ocean without | rest; | Hail | holy | Light, offspring of | Heaven | first born, Or of the e-ternal co-e- |ternal | beam, 1 Since May I ex- press thee | un- | blamed? God is light, 1| And never but in | unap-|proached | light | Dwelt from e- | ternity, dwelt | then in thee,| Bright | effluence of | bright | essence | increate 1991 Or hear'st thou | rather, pure e- | therial | stream, 1 Whose fountain | who shall | tell || Be- | fore the sun Before the Heavens | thou wert, ◄|◄| and at the voice | Of God vest | as with a | mantle, didst in- | The rising world of waters | dark and deep Won from the void | and | formless | infi In that obscure so- | journ|17| while 1 in my flight,|| Through | utter and through | middle | darkness | borne, | With other notes | than to the Or- | phean | lyre | I sung of chaos and e-ternal | night. |11|99| Taught by the heavenly ❘ muse to | venture | down The dark de- | scent | ascend 1 and | up to re Though hard and | rare; || Thee I re- | visit | safe And feel thy sovereign | vital | lamp; 1711 but thou Re-visit'st | not these | eyes, that | roll in vain, To find thy piercing | ray, and I find | | | no dawn; So thick a drop se- | rene hath | quench'd their | orbs 11771 Or dim suf- fusion | veil'd.|17|17| Yet | Smit with the | love of | sacred | song; 19 but chief and the flowery | brooks be- | neath,|| thy | hallow'd | feet, and | war forget Those other two | equalled with | me in | fate, | | So were | I | equalled with | them in re- |nown | Blind | Thamyris | and | blind Mæ- | onides, | And Ty-resias | and | Phineas, || prophets | old: 11771 Then feed on | thoughts, that voluntary | move Har-monious | numbers; as the | wakeful | bird | Sings darkling and in | shadiest | covert | hid| Tunes her noc- | turnal | note. 1 Thus with the year | Seasons re- turn, turns | but not to me re- | Day or the sweet ap- | proach of | even | and Or | sight of | vernal | bloom, or summer's | rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human | face di- vine; But cloud in- | stead, and | ever | during dark Sur-rounds me, from the | cheerful | ways of | men Cut off, and for the | book of | knowledge | fair with a | uni- | versal | blank | Presented And Wisdom, at one entrance, | quite shutout.1111 So much the rather | thou, ce- | lestial | Light || 17| Purge and dis- | perse, that I may | see | and | tell | Of things in- | visible to | mortal | sight. | ។ ។ | ។ ។ | 771 ON THE RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE OUT OF NOR FOLK, THE GIFT OF MY COUSIN ANN BODHAM. Cowper. O that those lips had language! | | Life has | | 1 pass'd With me but | roughly || since I | heard you | last. 1771 | | Those lips are thine thy | own | sweet | smile I see, Voice only | fails, | else how distinct they say, Grieve not my child, chase | all thy | fears a-way! 191 The meek in- | telligence of those | dear | eyes | (Blest be the art, that can im- | mortalize, | The art that | baffles | Time's ty- | ranic | claim | To | quench it) || here || shines on me | still the same.1791991 Faithful re-membrancer of one so | dear, | O welcome | guest, though unex- pected | here!11 Who | bidd'st me | honor with an | artless | song, not willingly a- | lone,| as the precept | were her | own : | And while that | face re- | news my | filial | grief,|| I Fancy | shall | weave a ❘ charm | for my re- | lief, 1 Shall | steep me in E- | lysian | reve- | rie, 1 A momentary | dream, that thou art | she | ។ ។ ។ ។ | 1171 My Mother! | when I | learn'd that | thou wast | dead, Say, wast thou | conscious of the tears I shed? | Hover'd thy | spirit | o'er thy | sorrowing | son, Perhaps a | tear, if | souls can | weep in | bliss Ah that maternal | smile!|it| answers 91 Yes. ។ | ។ ។ | ។ | I heard the bell toll'd on thy | burial | day, ◄| |