He has outslept the winter, ventures forth, 320 325 Nor feels their happiness augment his own. The bounding fawn, that darts across the glade When none pursues, through mere delight of heart And spirits buoyant with excess of glee; The horse as wanton, and almost as fleet, 330 That skims the spacious meadow at fall speed, Then stops, and snorts, and, throwing high his heels, Starts to the voluntary race again; The very kine that gambol at high noon, The total herd receiving first from one, 335 That leads the dance, a summons to be gay, Though wild their strange vagaries, and uncouth Their efforts, yet resolv'd, with one consent, To give such act and utt'rance as they may To ecstasy too big to be suppress'd 340 These, and a thousand images of bliss, With which kind Nature graces ev'ry scene, Where cruel man defeats not her design, Impart to the benevolent, who wish All that are capable of pleasure pleas'd, 345 A far superiour happiness to theirs, The comfort of a reasonable joy. Man scarce had ris'n, obedient to his call Who förm’d him from the dust, his future grave, When he was crown'd as never king was since. 350 God set the diadem upon his head, 360 385 Regardless of their plaints. To make him sport, To gratify the frenzy of his wrath, Or his base gluttony, are causes good VOL. II. 12 375 390 395 400 405 And just in his account, why bird and beast 410 415 420 423 With unsuspecting readiness he takes 430 So little mercy shows who needs so much! Does law, so jealous in the cause of man, Denounce no doom on the delinquent ? None. He lives and o'er his brimming beaker boasts (As if barbarity were high desert,) 435 Th’ inglorious feat, and clamorous in praise Of the poor brute, seems wisely to suppose The honours of his matchless horse his own. But many a crime, deem'd innocent on earth, Is register'd in Heav'n ; and these no doubt, 440 Have each their record, with a curse annex’d. Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, But God will never. When he charg'd the Jew T'assist his foe's down-fallen beast to rise ; And when the bush-exploring boy, that seiz’d 445 The young, to let the parent bird go free ; Prov'd he not plainly, that his meaner works Are yet his care, and have an int'rest all, All, in the universal Father's love? On Noah, and in him on all mankind, 450 The charter was conferr'd by which we hold The flesh of animals in fee, and claim O’er all we feed on pow'r of life and death. But read the instrument, and mark it well : Th' oppression of a tyrannous control 455 Can find no warrant there. Feed then, and yield, Thanks for thy food. Carnivorous, through sin, Feed on the slain, but spare the living brute ? The Governor of all, himself to all So bountiful, in whose attentive ear 460 The unfledg'd rayen and the lion's whelp Plead not in vain for pity on the pangs Of hunger unassuag'd, has interpos’d, Not seldom, his avenging arm, to smite a Th' injurious trampler upon Nature's law, 465 That claims forbearance even for a brute. He hates the hardness of a Balaam's heart ; And, prophet as he was, he might not strike The blameless animal, without rebuke, On which he rode. Her opportune offence 470 Sav'd him, or the unrelenting seer had died. He sees that human equity is slack To interfere, though in so just a cause : And makes the task his own. Inspiring dumb And helpless victims with a sense so keen 475 Of injury, with such knowledge of their strength And such sagacity to take revenge, That oft the beast has seem'd to judge the man. An ancient, not a legendary tale, By one of sound intelligence rehears’d, 480 (If such who plead for Providence may seem In modern eyes,) shall make the doctrine clear. Where England, stretch'd towards the setting sun, Narrow and long, o'erlooks the western wave, Dwelt young Misagathus; a scorner he 485 Of God and goodness, atheist in ostent, Vicious in act, in temper savage-fierce. He journey'd: and his chance was, as he went, To join a trav'ller, of far different note, Evander, fam'd for piety, for years 490 Deserving honour, but for wisdom more. Fame had not left the venerable man A stranger to the manners of the youth, Whose face, too, was familiar to his view. Their way was on the margin of the land, 495 O'er the green summit of the rocks, whose base Beats back the roaring surge, scarce heard so high. The charity that warm'd his heart, was mov'd At sight of the man-monster. With a smile Gentle and affable, and full of grace, 500 As fearful of offending whom he wish'd Much to persuade, he plied his ear with truths |