You catch the distant shepherd's song,
Or brush from herbs the pearly dew,
Or the rising primrose view,

Devotion lends her heaven-plum'd wings,
You mount and nature with you sings.
3. But when mid-day fervours glow,
To upland airy shades you go,

Where never sun-burnt woodman came,
Nor sportsman chas'd the timid game:
And there, beneath an oak reclin'd,
With drowsy waterfalls behind,
You sink to rest,

Till the tuneful bird of night,
From the neighb'ring poplar's height,
Wake you with her solemn strain,
And teach pleas'd echo to complain.
6. With you roses brighter bloom,
Sweeter every sweet perfume;
Purer every fountain flows,
Stronger every wilding grows.
7. Let those toil for gold who please,
Or, for fame renounce their ease.
What is fame? An empty bubble;
Gold? a shining, constant trouble.
Let them for their country bleed!
What was Sidney's Raleigh's, meed?
Man's not worth a moments pain —
Base, ungrateful, fickle, vain.
8. Then let me, sequester'd fair,
To your sybil grot repair—
On yon hanging cliff it stands,
Scoop'd by nature's plastic hands,
Bosom'd in the gloomy shade
Of cypress not with age decay'd—
Where the owl still hooting sits,
Where the bat incessant flits,
There in leftier strains I'll sing
Whence the changing seasons spring;
Tell how storms deform the the skies,
Whence the waves subside and rise-
Trace the comet's blazing tail,
Weigh the plannets in a scale-

Bend, great God, before thy shrine;

The bournless macrocosm's thine.

9. Since in each scheme of hie I've fail'd,
And disappointment seems entail'd -
Since all on earth I valued mest,

My guide, my stay, my friends is lost--
O Solitude now give me rest,
And hush the tempest in my breast,
O gently deign to guide my feet
To your hermit trodden seat-
Where I may live at last my own,
Where I at last may die unknown.
I poke: she torn'd her magic ray;
And thus she said, or seem'd to say--
10. Youth, you're mistaken, if you think to find
In spades, a medicine for a troubled mind :
Wan grief will haunt you wheresoe'er you go,
Sigh in the breeze, and the streamlet flow.
There, pale inaction pines his life away;
And satiate mourns the quick return of day:
There, naked frenzy laughing wild with pain,
Or bares the blade, or plunges in the main:
There, superstition broods o'er all her fears,
And yells of demons in the zephyr hears.
But if a hermit you're ressly'd to dwell,
And bid to social life a last farewell--
"Ti impions.

11. God never made an independent man-
"Twould jar the concord of his general plan.
See every part of that stupendous whole,
"Whose body nature is, and God the soul:"
To one great end, the general good, conspire,
From matter, brute, to man, to seraph, fire,
12. Should man through nature solitary ream,

His will bis sovereign every where his home,
What force would guard him from the lion's jaw ?
What swiftness wing him from the panther's paw?
Or should fate lead bim to some safer shore,
Where panthers never prowl, nor lions roar,
Where liberal nature all her charms bestows,
Suns shine,birds sing, flowers bloom, and water flows;
Foel dost thou think he'd revel on the store,

Absolve the care of heaven, nor ask for more? [shone,
Tho' waters flow'd, flowers bloom'd, and Phœbus
He'd sigh, he'd murmur, that he was alone.
For know, the Maker on the human breast
A sense of kiudred, country, man impress'd.
13 Though nature's works the ruling mind declare,
And well deserve inquiry's serious care,

The God (whate'er misanthropy may say,)
Shines, beams in man with most unclouded ray.
What boots it thee to fly from pole to pole?
Hang o'er the sun, and with the planets roll?
What boots through space's furthest bourns to roam?
If thou, O man, a stranger art at home,

Then know thyself, the human mind survey;
The use, the pleasure, will the toil repay.
14 Nor study only practice what you know—
Your life, your knowledge, to mankind you owe.
With Plate's olive wreath the bays-entwine--
Those who in study, should in practice shine,
Say, does the learned lord of Hagley's shade,
Charm man so much by mossy fountains laid,
As when arous'd he stems corruption's course,
And shakes the senate with a Tully's force?
When freedom gasp'd beneath a Cesar's feet,
Then public virtue might to shades retreat:
But where she breathes the least may useful be,
And freedom, Britain, still belongs to thee:

15. Though man's ungrateful, or though fortune frown;
Is the reward of worth a song, or crowe?
Nor yet unrecompens'd are virtue's pains;
Good Allen lives, and bounteous Brunswick reigns.
On each condition disappointments wait,
Enter the hut, and force the guarded gate.
Nor dare repine though early friendship bleed :
From love the world, and all its cares, he's freed.

16. But know, adversity is the child of God:

Whom Heaven approves of most, must feel ber rod.
When smooth old Ocean and each storm asleep,
Then ignorance may plough the watery deep-
But when the demons of the tempest rave,
Skill must conduct the vessel through the wave.
Sidney, what good man envies not thy blow ?

Who would not wish Anytus* for a foe? Intrepid virtue triumphs over fate; The good can never be unfortunate; And be this maxim graven in thy mind! 'The height of virtue is, to serve mankind. 17. But when old age has silver'd o'er thy head, When memory fails, and all thy vigour fled, Then mayst thou seek the stillness of retreat, Then hear aloof the human tempest beat; Then will I greet thee to my woodland cave, Allay the pangs of age, and smoothe thy grave. Grainger,