[ rn oiOL 1892d ♦ «^'% vv V*^"^'%°' ^ o'/tT^^^^^lP^'w ^>^ v"^' ^ S^\l/^i^<:P'^* '*^ -^ * ^\ ^0' 4^°^ 4 o ^,* 'V^ > ^0 v\ ,c,^^r >^. J WINTER BY JAMES THOMSON ILLUSTRATED ESTES AND LAURIAT PUBLISHERS V^^^^ 6 189; ? I ; V ,S'\ .. a") \ Copyright, 1892, By ESTES and LAURIAT. Typography by J. S. Gushing & Co., Boston. Presswork by Berwick & Smith, Boston. WINTER. SEE, Winter comes to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train ; Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme ; These, that exalt the soul to solemn thought And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms ! 7 K\)t Reasons. Congenial horrors, hail! with frequent foot, Pleased have I, in my cheerful morn of life, When nursed by careless solitude I lived, And sung of Nature with unceasing joy, Pleased have I wandered through your rough domain ; Trod the pure virgin snows, myself as pure ; Heard the winds roar, and the big torrent burst ; Or seen the deep-fermenting tempest brewed, In the grim evening sky. Thus passed the time, Till through the lucid chambers of the south Looked out the joyous Spring, looked out, and smiled. To thee, the patron of this first essay, The Muse, O Wilmington! renews her song. Since has she rounded the revolving year : Skimmed the gay Spring ; on eagle-pinions borne. Attempted through the Summer-blaze to rise ; Then swept o'er Autumn with the shadowy gale ; And now among the wintry clouds again. Minter. Rolled in the doubling storm, she tries to soar ; To swell her note with all the rushing winds ; To suit her sounding cadence to the floods ; ' As is her theme, her numbers wildly great :' Thrice happy could she fill thy judging ear' With bold description, and with ''manly thought. Nor art thou skilled in awful schemes alone, And how to make a mighty people thrive ; But equal goodness, sound integrity, A firm, unshaken, uncorrupted soul Amid a sliding age ; and, burning strong, Not vainly blazing, for thy country's weal, A steady spirit regularly free — These, each exalting each, the statesman light Into the patriot ; these, the public hope And eye to thee converting, bid the Muse Record what envy dares not flattery call. Now when the cheerless empire of the sky To Capricorn the Centaur-Archer yields, And fierce Aquarius stains the inverted year; 9 ^\}t .Seasons. Hung o'er the farthest verge of heaven, the sun Scarce spreads o'er ether the dejected day. Faint are his gleams, and ineffectual shoot His struggling rays, in horizontal lines. Through the thick air ; as, clothed in cloudy storm. Weak, wan, and broad, he skirts the southern sky : And, soon-descending, to the long dark night, Wide-shading all, the prostrate world resigns. Nor is the night unwished ; while vital heat, Light, life, and joy, the dubious day forsake. Meantime, in sable cincture, shadows vast, Deep-tinged and damp, and congregated clouds. And all the vapoury turbulence of heaven, Involve the face of things. Thus Winter falls, A heavy gloom oppressive o'er the world. Through Nature shedding influence malign, And rouses up the seeds of dark disease. The soul of man dies in him, loathing life. And black with more than melancholy views. ID I Mintcr. The cattle droop ; and o^er the furrowed land, Fresh from the plough, the dun-discoloured flocks, Untended spreading, crop the wholesome root. Along the woods, along the moorish fens. Sighs the sad genius of the coming storm ; And up among the loose disjointed cliffs, And fractured mountains wild, the brawling brook And cave, presageful, send a hollow moan, Resounding long in listening Fancy's ear. Then comes the father of the tempest forth. Wrapt in black glooms. First joyless rains obscure Drive through the mingling skies with vapour foul ; Dash on the mountain's brow, and shake the woods, That grumbling wave below. The unsightly • plain Lies a brown deluge ; as the low-bent clouds Pour flood on flood, yet unexhausted still Combine, and deepening into night, shut up The day's fair face . The wanderers of heaven, 13 W{)t Reasons. Each to his home, retire ; save those that love To take their pastime in the troubled air, Or skimming flutter round the dimply pool ; The cattle from the untasted fields return, And ask, with meaning low, their wonted stalls, Or ruminate in the contiguous shade. Thither the household feathery people crowd, The crested cock, with all his female train. Pensive and dripping ; while the cottage-hind Hangs o'er the enlivening blaze, and taleful there Recounts his simple frolic : much he talks. And much he laughs, nor recks the storm that blows Without, and rattles on his humble roof. Wide o'er the brim, with many a torrent swelled, And the mixed ruin of its banks overspread, At last the roused-up river pours along : Resistless, roaring, dreadful, down it comes, From the rude mountain, and the mossy wild. Tumbling through rocks abrupt, and sound- ing far ; 14 Mintcr. Then o'er the sanded valley floating spreads, Calm, sluggish, silent ; till again, constrained Between two meeting hills, it bursts away. Where rocks and woods o'erhang the turbid stream : There gathering triple force, rapid and deep, It boils and wheels and foams and thunders through. Nature! great parent! whose unceasing hand i 5 E|)e Reasons. Rolls round the seasons of the changeful year, How mighty, how majestic, are thy works! With what a pleasing dread they swell the soul, That sees astonished, and astonished sings! Ye too, ye winds, that now begin to blow With boisterous sweep, I raise my voice to you. Where are your stores, ye powerful beings! say. Where your aerial magazines, reserved To swell the brooding terrors of the storm ? In what far distant region of the sky. Hushed in deep silence, sleep you when 't is calm ? When from the pallid sky the Sun descends With many a spot, that o'er his glaring orb. Uncertain wanders, stained ; red fiery streaks Begin to flush around. The reeling clouds Stagger with dizzy poise, as doubting yet Which master to obey : while rising slow. Blank, in the leaden-coloured east, the Moon Wears a wan circle round her blunted horns, i6 Wintrr. Seen through the turbid fluctuating air, The stars obtuse emit a shivering ray ; Or frequent seem to shoot athwart the gloom. And long behind them trail the whitening blaze. Snatched in short eddies, plays the withered leaf; And on the flood the dancing feather floats. With broadened nostrils to the sky upturned, The conscious heifer snuft's the stormy gale. E'en as the matron, at her nightly task, With pensive labour draws the flaxen thread, The wasted taper and the crackling flame Foretell the blast. But chief the plumy race, The tenants of the sky, its changes speak. Retiring from the downs, where all day long They picked their scanty fare, a blackening train Of clamorous rooks thick urge their weary • flight, And seek the closing shelter of the grove. Assiduous, in his bower, the wailing owl Plies his sad song. The cormorant on high Wheels from the deep, and screams along the land. 17 SDfje Reasons. Loud shrieks the soaring hern ; and with wild wing The circling seafowl cleave the flaky clouds. Ocean, unequal pressed, with broken tide And blind commotion heaves ; while from the shore, Eat into caverns by the restless wave, And forest-rustling mountain, comes a voice, That solemn-sounding bids the world prepare. Then issues forth the storm with sudden burst. And hurls the whole precipitated air Down in a torrent. On the passive main Descends the ethereal force, and with strong gust Turns from its bottom the discoloured deep. Through the black night, that sits immense around, Lashed into foam, the fierce conflicting brine Seems o'er a thousand raging waves to burn. Meantime the mountain-billows, to the clouds In dreadful tumult swelled, surge above surge. Burst into chaos with tremendous roar. And anchored navies from their stations drive, i8 ^^- ' ■ -yr J «s** k si 1 Winter, Wild as the winds across the howling waste Of mighty waters : now the inflated wave Straining they scale, and now impetuous shoot Into the secret chambers of the deep, The wintry Baltic thundering o'er their head. Emerging thence again, before the breath Of full exerted heaven they wing their course, And dart on distant coasts ; if some sharp rock, Or shoal insidious break not their career. And in loose fragments fling them floating round. Nor less at land the loosened tempest reigns. The mountain thunders ; and its sturdy sons Stoop to the bottom of the rocks they shade. Lone on the midnight steep, and all aghast. The dark wayfaring stranger breathless toils, And, often falling, climbs against the blast. Low waves the rooted forest, vexed, and sheds What of its tarnished honours yet remain ; Dashed down, and scattered, by the tearing wind's 21 2r!)e Reasons. Assiduous fury, its gigantic limbs. Thus struggling through the dissipated grove. The whirling tempest raves along the plain ; And on the cottage thatched, or lordly roof, Keen-fastening, shakes them to the solid base. Sleep frighted flies ; and round the rocking dome, For entrance eager, howls the savage blast. Then too, they say, through all the burdened air. Long groans are heard, shrill sounds, and distant sighs. That, uttered by the Demon of the night, Warn the devoted wa-etch of woe and death. Huge uproar lords it wide. The clouds, commixed With stars, swift gliding, sweep along the sky. All Nature reels : till Nature's king, who oft Amid tempestuous darkness dwells alone, And on the wings of the careering wind Walks dreadfully serene, commands a calm ; Then straight, air, sea, and earth are hushed at once. 22 TOinter, As yet 'tis midnight deep. The weary clouds, Slow meeting, mingle into solid gloom. Now, while the drowsy world lies lost in sleep, Let me associate with the serious Night, And Contemplation, her sedate compeer ; Let me shake off the intrusive cares of day, And lay the meddling senses all aside. Where now, ye lying vanities of life! Ye ever tempting, ever cheating train! Where are you now? and what is your amount ? Vexation, disappointment, and remorse : Sad, sickening thought ! and yet deluded man, A scene of crude disjointed visions past, And broken slumbers, rises still resolved. With new-flushed hopes, to run the giddy round. • Father of light and life ! thou Good Su- preme ! O teach me what is good! teach me thyself! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice. From every low pursuit! and feed my soul 23 9rf}c Reasons. With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure — Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss ! The keener tempests come : and fuming dun From all the livid east, or piercing north, Thick clouds ascend ; in whose capacious womb A vapoury deluge lies, to snow congealed. Heavy they roll their fleecy world along ; And the sky saddens with the gathered storm. Through the hushed air the whitening shower descends, At first thin wavering ; till at last the flakes Fall broad, and wide, and fast, dimming the day With a continual flow. The cherished fields Put on their winter-robe of purest white. 'T is brightness all ; save where the new snow melts Along the mazy current. Low^ the woods Bow their hoar head ; and ere the languid sun 24 rainter. Faint from the west emits its evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep-hid and chill, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man. Drooping, the labourer- ox Stands covered o'er with snow, and then de- mands 25 Wijz .Seasons. The fruit of all his toil. The fowls of heaven, Tamed by the cruel season, crowd around The winnowing store, and claim the little boon Which Providence assigns them. One alone, The redbreast, sacred to the household gods. Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky. In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats ; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth ; then, hoppmg o'er the floor. Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is ; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet. The foodless wilds Pour forth their brown inhabitants. The hare. Though timorous of heart, and hard beset By death in various forms, dark snares and dogs. And more unpitying men, the garden seeks, 26 Urged on by fear^.ess want. The bleating kind Eye the bleak heaven, and next the glistening earth, With looks of dumb despair ; then, sad dis- persed, Dig for the withered herb through heaps of snow. Now, shepherds, to your helpless charge be kind, Baffle the raging year, and fill their pens With food at will ; lodge them below the storm. And watch them strict : for from the bellow- ing east. In this dire season, oft the whirlwind's wing Sweeps up the burden of whole wintry plains In one wide waft, and o'er the hapless flocks, Hid in the hollow of two neighbouring hills, The billowy tempest whelms ; till, upward urged. The valley to a shining mountain swells. Tipped with a wreath high-curling in the sky. As thus the snows arise, and, foul and fierce, 29 W^t Reasons. All Winter drives along the darkened air, In his own loose-revolving fields, the swain Disastered stands ; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown joyless brow ; and other scenes, Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain : Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid Beneath the formless wild ; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray ; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home ; the thoughts of home Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt. How sinks his soul! What black despair, what horror fills his heart! When for the dusky spot, which fancy feigned His tufted cottage, rising through the snow, He meets the roughness of the middle waste, Far from the track and blessed abode of man ; While round him night resistless closes fast. And every tempest, howling o'er his head. Renders the savage wilderness more wild. 30 lis iHk'^C! 00* t /■■' Then throng the busy shapes into his mind, Of covered pits, unfathomably deep, A dire descent ! beyond the power of frost ; Of faithless bogs ; of precipices huge, Smoothed up with snow ; and, what is land unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake. Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils. These check his fearful steps ; and down he sinks. Beneath the shelter of the shapeless drift. Thinking o"er all the bitterness of death ; Mixed with the tender anguish nature shoots Through the wrung bosom of the dying man. His wife, his children, and his friends unseen. In vain for him the officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas! Nor wife, nor children more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve 33 W^t Reasons. The deadly winter seizes ; shuts up sense ; And, o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold, Lays him along the snows, a stiffened corse, Stretched out, and bleaching in the northern blast. Ah ! little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence sur- round ; They who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste ; Ah! little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death, And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon- glooms ; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs. How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery. Sore pierced by wintry winds, 34 TOinter, How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty. How many shake With all the fiercer tortures of the mind, Unbounded passion, madness, guilt, remorse ; Whence tumbled headlong from the height of life, They furnish matter for the tragic Muse. Even in the vale, where wisdom loves to dwell, With friendship, peace, and contemplation joined. How many, racked with honest passions, droop In deep retired distress. How many stand Around the death-bed of their dearest friends. And point the parting anguish. Thought fond man Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills That one incessant struggle render life. One scene of toil, of suiTering, and of fate. Vice in his high career would stand appalled, And heedless rambling Impulse learn to think ; The conscious heart of Charity would warm, 35 Efje ^cascns. And her wide wish Benevolence dilate ; The social tear would rise, the social sigh ; And into clear perfection, gradual bliss, Refining still, the social passions work. And here can I forget the generous band. Who, touched with human woe, redressive searched Into the horrors of the gloomy jail — Unpitied, and unheard, where Misery moans ; Where Sickness pines; where thirst and hun- ger burn. And poor misfortune feels the lash of vice ? While in the land of liberty, the land Whose every street and public meeting glow With open freedom, little tyrants raged ; Snatched the lean morsel from the starving mouth ; Tore from cold wintry limbs the tattered weed ; Even robbed them of the last of comforts, sleep ; The free-born Briton to the dungeon chained, Or, as the lust of cruelty prevailed. At pleasure marked him with inglorious stripes ; 36 ramter. And crushed out lives, by secret barbarous ways, That for their country would have toiled or bled. O great design! if executed well, With patient care, and wisdom-tempered zeal. Ye sons of mercy! yet resume the search ; Drag forth the legal monsters into light, Wrench from their hands oppression's iron rod, 37 Cfje Reasons. And bid the cruel feel the pains they give. Much still untouched remains ; in this rank age, Much is the patriot's weeding hand required. The toils of law (what dark insidious men Have cumbrous added to perplex the truth, And lengthen simple justice into trade), How glorious were the day that saw these broke, And every man within the reach of right ! By wintry famine roused, from all the tract Of horrid mountains which the shining Alps, And wavy Apennines, and Pyrenees, Branch out stupendous into distant lands. Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave. Burning for blood, bony and gaunt and grim, Assembling wolves in raging troops descend ; And, pouring o'er the country, bear along. Keen as the north-wind sweeps the glossy snow. All is their prize. They fasten on the steed, Press him to earth, and pierce his mighty heart. Nor can the bull his awful front defend, 38 raintcr. Or shake the murdering savages away. Rapacious, at the mother's throat they fly. And tear the screaming infant from her breast. The godhke face of man avails him naught. Even beauty, force divine! at whose bright glance The generous lion stands in softened gaze. Here bleeds, a hapless undistinguished prey. But if, apprised of the severe attack, The country be shut up, lured by the scent. On churchyards drear (inhuman to relate!) The disappointed prowlers fall, and dig The shrouded body from the grave ; o'er which. Mixed with foul shades and frighted ghosts, they howl. Among those hilly regions, where, embraced In peaceful vales the happy Grisons dwell. Oft, rushing sudden from the loaded cliffs. Mountains of snow their gathering terrors roll. From steep to steep, loud-thundering, down they come, 39 Cj)e Reasons. A wintry waste in dire commotion all ; And herds, and flocks, and travellers, and swains, And sometimes whole brigades of marching troops, Or hamlets sleeping in the dead of night, Are deep beneath the smothering ruin whelmed. Now, all amid the vigours of the year, In the wild depth of Winter, while, without, The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat Between the groaning forest and the shore. Beat by the boundless multitude of waves, A rural, sheltered, solitary scene ; Where ruddy fire and beaming tapers join To cheer the gloom. There studious let me sit. And hold high converse with the mighty dead ; Sages of ancient time, as gods revered, As gods beneficent, who blessed mankind With arts, and arms, and humanised a world. Roused at the inspiring thought, I throw aside The long-lived volume ; and, deep-musing, hail 40 Winter. The sacred shades, that, slowly rising, pass Before my wondering eyes. First Socrates, Who, firmly good in a corrupted state, Against the rage of tyrants single stood, Invincible ; calm reason's holy law, That voice of God within the attentive mind. Obeying, fearless, or in life, or death : Great moral teacher! Wisest of mankind! Solon the next, who built his commonweal On equity's wide base ; by tender laws A lively people curbing, yet undamped Preserving still that quick peculiar fire. Whence in the laurelled field of finer arts And of bold freedom, they unequalled shone — The pride of smiling Greece, and human-kind. Lycurgus then, who bowed beneath the force Of strictest discipline, severely wise, All human passions. Following him, I see. As at Thermopylae he glorious fell. The firm devoted chief, who proved by deeds The hardest lesson which the other taught. Then Aristides lifts his honest front ; Spotless of heart, to whom the unflattering voice 43 ^Tfjf Reasons. Of Freedom gave the noblest name of Just ; In pure majestic poverty revered ; Who, even his glory to his country's weal Submitting, swelled a haughty rival's fame. Reared by his care, of softer ray appears Cimon, sweet-souled ; whose genius, rising strong, Shook off the load of young debauch ; abroad The scourge of Persian pride, at home the friend Of every wortli and every splendid art ; Modest, and simple, in the pomp of wealth. Then the last worthies of declining Greece, Late called to glory, in unequal times. Pensive appear. The fair Corinthian boast, Timoleon, tempered happy, mild and firm, Who wept the brother while the tyrant bled : And, equal to the best, the Theban Pair, Whose virtues, in heroic concord joined, Their country raised to freedom, empire, fame : He too, with whom Athenian honour sunk. And left a mass of sordid lees behind — Phocion the Good ; in public life severe, 44 Winter, To virtue still inexorably firm ; But when, beneath his low illustrious roof, Sweet peace and happy wisdom smoothed his brow Not friendship softer was, nor love more kind : And he, the last of old Lycurgus' sons, The generous victim to that vain attempt, To save a rotten state, Agis, who saw Even Sparta's self to servile avarice sunk. The two Achaian heroes close the train : Aratus, who awhile relumed the soul Of fondly lingering liberty in Greece ; And he, her darling, as her latest hope. The gallant Philopoemen ; who to arms Turned the luxurious pomp he could not cure ; Or toiling in his farm, a simple swain ; Or, bold and skilful, thundering in the field. Of rougher front, a mighty people come, A race of heroes ! in those virtuous times Which knew no stain, save that with partial flame Their dearest country they too fondly loved. Her better founder first, the light of Rome, 45 (ITfjc Reasons. Niima, who softened her rapacious sons : Servius the king, who laid the solid base On which o'er earth the vast repubhc spread. Then the great consuls venerable rise : The public father who the private quelled, As on the dread tribunal sternly sad ; He whom his thankless country could not lose, Camillus, only vengeful, to her foes ; Fabricius, scorner of all-conquering gold ; And Cincinnatus, awful from the plough : Thy willing victim, Carthage, bursting loose From all that pleading Nature could oppose, From a whole city's tears, by rigid faith Imperious called, and honour's dire command ; Scipio, the gentle chief, humanely brave, Who soon the race of spotless glory ran, And, warm in youth, to the poetic shade With friendship and philosophy retired ; Tully, whose powerful eloquence awhile Restrained the rapid fate of rushing Rome ; Unconquered Cato, virtuous in extreme ; And thou, unhappy Brutus, kind of heart, W^hose steady arm, by awful virtue urged, 46 WiinUx, Lifted the Roman steel against thy friend. Thousands, besides, the tribute of a verse Demand ; but who can count the stars of lieaven ? Who sing their influence on this lower world ? Behold, who yonder comes ! in sober state, Fair, mild, and strong, as is a vernal sun : 'T is Phoebus'' self, or else the Mantuan swain. Great Homer too appears, of daring wing, Parent of song! and equal by his side. The British Muse : joined hand in hand they walk. Darkling, full up the middle steep to fame. Nor absent are those shades, w'hose skilful touch Pathetic drew the impassioned heart, and charmed Transported Athens with the moral scene ; Nor those who, tuneful, waked the enchanting lyre. First of your kind! society divine! Still visit thus my nights, for you reserved, And mount my soaring soul to thoughts like yours. 49 ^})t Reasons. Silence, thou lonely power, the door be thine! See on the hallowed hour that none intrude, Save a few chosen friends, who sometimes deign To bless my humble roof, with sense refined, Learning digested well, exalted faith. Unstudied wit, and humour ever gay. Or from the Muses" hill will Pope descend, To raise the sacred hour, to bid it smile, And with the social spirit warm the heart? For though not sweeter his own Homer sings. Yet is his life the more endearing song. Where art thou, Hammond? thou, the darling pride. The friend and lover of the tuneful throng. Ah why, dear youth, in all the blooming prime Of vernal genius, where disclosing fast Each active worth, each manly virtue lay. Why wert thou ravished from our hope so soon? What now avails that noble thirst of fame Which stung thy fervent breast ? that treasured store Of knowledge early gained? that eager zeal 50 To serve thy country, glowing in the band Of youthful patriots, who sustain her name? What now, alas! that life-diffusing charm Of sprightly wit? that rapture for the Muse, That heart of friendship, and that soul of joy, Which bade with softest light thy virtues smile ? Ah! only showed, to check our fond pursuits, And teach our humbled hopes that life is vain! Thus in some deep retirement would I pass The winter-glooms, with friends of pliant soul. Or blithe, or solemn, as the theme inspired : With them would search, if Nature^s bound- less frame Was called, late-rising from the void of night, Or sprung eternal from the eternal mind ; Its life, its laws, its progress, and its end. Hence larger prospects of the beauteous whole Would, gradual, open on our opening minds ; And each diffusive harmony unite 51 C{)0 Reasons. In full perfection, to the astonished eye. Then would we try to scan the moral world. Which, though to us it seems embroiled, moves on In higher order; fitted and impelled By Wisdom^s finest hand, and issuing all In general good. The sage historic Muse Should next conduct us through the deeps of time : Show us how empire grew, declined, and fell. In scattered states ; what makes the nations smile. Improves their soil, and gives them double suns ; And why they pine beneath the brightest skies. In Nature's richest lap. As thus we talked, Our hearts would burn within us, would inhale That portion of divinity, that ray Of purest heaven, which lights the public soul Of patriots and of heroes. But if doomed. In powerless humble fortune, to repress 52 rainier. These ardent risings of the kindling soul ; Then, even superior to ambition, we Would learn the private virtues; how to oflide Through shades and plains, along the smooth- est stream Of rural life : or, snatched away by hope, Through the dim spaces of futurity, With earnest eye anticipate those scenes 53 Wi)z .Seasons. Of happiness and wonder, where the mind, In endless growth and infinite ascent, Rises from state to state, and world to world. But when with these the serious thought is foiled, We, shifting for relief, would play the shapes Of frolic fancy ; and incessant form Those rapid pictures, that assembled train Of fleet ideas, never joined before, Whence lively wit excites to gay surprise ; Or folly-painting Humour, grave himself, Calls laughter forth, deep-shaking every nerve. Meantime the village rouses up the fire ; While well attested, and as well believed, Heard solemn, goes the goblin story round ; Till superstitious horror creeps o'er all. Or, frequent in the sounding hall, they wake The rural gambol. Rustic mirth goes round ; The simple joke that takes the shepherd's heart, Easily pleased ; the long loud laugh, sincere ; The kiss, snatched hasty from the side-long maid, 54 On purpose guardless, or pretending sleep ; The leap, the slap, the haul ; and, shook to notes Of native music, the respondent dance. Thus jocund fleets with them the Winter- night. The. city swarms intense. The public haunt, Full of each theme and warm with mixed dis- course. Hums indistinct. The sons of riot flow Down the loose stream of false enchanted joy? To swift destruction. On the rankled soul The gaming fury falls ; and in one gulf Of total ruin, honour, virtue, peace, Friends, families, and fortune, headlong sink. Upsprings the dance along the lighted dome, Mixed and evolved a thousand sprightly ways ; T'he glittering court efliises every pomp ; The circle deepens ; beamed from gaudy robes. Tapers, and sparkling gems, and radiant eyes, A soft effulgence o'er the palace waves : 55 Ci^e .Seasons. While, a gay insect in his summer-shine, The fop, hght fluttering, spreads his mealy wings. Dread o'er the scene, the ghost of Hamlet stalks ; Othello rages ; poor Monimia mourns ; And Belvidera pours her soul in love. Terror alarms the breast ; the comely tear Steals o'er the cheek : or else the comic Muse Holds to the world a picture of itself, And raises sly the fair impartial laugh. Sometimes she lifts her strain, and paints the scenes. Of beauteous life ; whatever can deck man- kind, Or charm the heart, in generous Bevil showed. O Thou, whose wisdom, solid, yet refined, Whose patriot-virtues, and consummate skill To touch the finer springs that move the world. Joined to whatever the Graces can bestow, And all Apollo's animating fire. Give thee, with pleasing dignity, to shine At once the guardian, ornament, and joy, 56 Mtnter, Of polished life ; permit the rural Muse, O Chesterfield, to grace with thee her song! Ere to the shades again she humbly flies, Indulge her fond ambition, in thy train (For every Muse has in thy train a place), To mark thy various full-accomplished mind : To mark that spirit, which, with British scorn, Rejects the allurements of corrupted power; That elegant politeness, which excels, Even in the judgment of presumptuous France, The boasted manners of her shining court ; That wit, the vivid energy of sense, The truth of Nature, which, with Attic point And kind well-tempered satire, smoothly keen. Steals through the soul, and without pain corrects. Or, rising thence, with yet a brighter flame, O let me hail thee on some glorious day. When to the listening senate, ardent, crowd Bri^tannia's sons to hear her pleaded cause. Then dressed by thee, more amiably fair. Truth the soft robe of mild persuasion wears ; Thou to assenting reason giv'st again Her own enlightened thoughts ; called from the heart, 59 Wi)t Reasons* The obedient passions on thy voice attend ; And even rekictant party feels awhile Thy gracious power, as through the varied maze Of eloquence, now smooth, now quick, now strong. Profound and clear, you roll the copious flood. To thy loved haunt return, my happy Muse: For now, behold, the joyous Winter days, Frosty, succeed ; and through the blue serene, For sight too fine, the ethereal nitre flies ; Killing infectious damps, and the spent air Storing afresh with elemental life. Close crowds the shining atmosphere ; and binds Our strengthened bodies in its cold embrace. Constringent ; feeds, and animates our blood ; Refines our spirits, through the new-strung nerves, In swifter sallies darting to the brain. Where sits the soul, intense, collected, cool. Bright as the skies, and as the season keen. 60 All Nature feels the renovating force Of Winter, only to the thoughtless eye In ruin seen. The frost-concocted glebe Draws in abundant vegetable soul. And gathers vigour for the coming year ; A stronger glow sits on the lively cheek Of ruddy fire ; and luculent along The purer rivers flow, their sullen deeps, Transparent, open to the shepherd's gaze, 6i 2r!}f Reasons. And murmur hoarser at the fixing frost. What art thou, frost? and whence are thy keen stores Derived, thou secret all-invading power, Whom even the illusive fluid cannot fly? Is not thy potent energy, unseen. Myriads of little salts, or hooked, or shaped Like double wedges, and diffused immense Through water, earth, and ether? hence at eve. Steamed eager from the red horizon round. With the fierce rage of Winter deep suffused. An icy gale, oft shifting, o'er the pool Breathes a blue film, and in its mid career Arrests the bickering stream. The loosened ice, Let down the flood, and half dissolved by day. Rustles no more ; but to the sedgy bank Fast grows, or gathers round the pointed stone, A crystal pavement, by the breath of Heaven Cemented firm ; till, seized from shore to shore, 62 The whole imprisoned river growls below. Loud rings the frozen earth, and, hard, reflects A double noise ; while, at his evening watch. The village dog deters the nightly thief; The heifer lows ; the distant water-fall Swells in the breeze; and, with the hasty tread Of traveller, the hollow-sounding plain Shakes from afar. The full ethereal round, Infinite worlds disclosing to the view, Shines out intensely keen ; and, all one cope Of starry glitter, glows from pole to pole. From pole to pole the rigid influence falls. Through the still night, incessant, heavy, strong. And seizes Nature fast. It freezes on ; Till Morn, late rising o'er the drooping world. Lifts her pale eye unjoyous. Then appears The various labour of the silent nieht : Prone from the dripping eave, and dumb cascade Whose idle torrents only seem to roar. The pendent icicle ; the frost-work fair, 65 2li)£ Seasons. Where transient hues and fancied figures rise ; Wide-spouted o'er the hill, the frozen brook, A livid tract, cold-gleaming on the morn ; The forest bent beneath the plumy wave ; And by the frost refined, the whiter snow, Incrusted hard, and sounding to the tread Of early shepherd, as he pensive seeks His pining flock, or from the mountain top. Pleased with the slippery surface, swift de- scends. On blithesome frolics bent, the youthful swains, While every work of man is laid at rest, Fond o'er the river crowd, in various sport And revelry dissolved ; where mixing glad. Happiest of all the train, the raptured boy Lashes the whirling top. Or, where the Rhine Branched out in many a long canal extends. From every province swarming, void of care, Batavia rushes forth ; and as they sweep, On sounding skates, a thousand different ways 66 In circling poise, swift as tlie winds, along, The then gay land is maddened all to joy. Nor less the northern courts, wide o'er the snow, Pour a new pomp. Eager, on rapid sleds, Their vigorous youth in bold contention wheel The long-resounding course. Meantime, to raise 67 S^f}c .Reasons. The manly strife, with highly blooming charms, Flushed by the season, Scandinavia's dames, Or Russia's buxom daughters, glow around. Pure, quick, and sportful is the wholesome day ; But soon elapsed. The horizontal sun. Broad o'er the south, hangs at his utmost noon. And inelTectual strikes the gelid cliff: His azure gloss the mountain still maintains. Nor feels the feeble touch. Perhaps the vale Relents awhile to the reflected ray ; Or from the forest falls the clustered snow, Myriads of gems, that in the waving gleam Gay-twinkle as they scatter. Thick around Thunders the sport of those, who with the gun. And dog impatient bounding at the shot. Worse than the season, desolate the fields ; And, adding to the ruins of the year. Distress the footed or the feathered game. But what is this ? our infant Winter sinks. Divested of his grandeur, should our eye 68 Astonished shoot into the frigid zone ; Where, for relentless months, continual Night Holds o'er the glittering waste her starry reign. There, through the prison of unbounded wilds, Barred by the hand of Nature from escape. Wide roams the Russian exile. Naught around Strikes his sad eye, but deserts lost in snow, And heavy-loaded groves, and solid floods, That stretch, athwart the solitary vast, Their icy horrors to the frozen main ; And cheerless towns far distant, never blessed, Save when its annual course the caravan Bends to the golden coast of rich Cathay, With news of human-kind. Yet there life glows ; Yet cherished there, beneath the shining waste. The furry nations harbour : tipped with jet. Fair ermines, spotless as the snows they press ; 69 (irf)c Seasons. Sables, of glossy black ; and dark-embrowned, Or beauteous freaked with many a mingled hue, Thousands besides, the costly pride of courts. There, warm together pressed, the trooping deer Sleep on the new-fallen snows ; and, scarce his head Raised o'er the heapy wreath, the branching elk Lies slumbering sullen in the white abyss. The ruthless hunter wants nor dogs nor toils, Nor with the dread of sounding bows he drives The fearful, flying race ; with ponderous clubs. As, weak, against the mountain-heaps they push Their beating breast in vain, and piteous bray. He lays them quivering on the ensanguined snows. And with loud shouts rejoicing bears them home. 70 M inter. There, through the piny forest, half-absorpt, Rough tenant of these shades, the shapeless bear, With danghng ice all horrid, stalks forlorn ; Slow-paced, and sourer as the storms increase, He makes his bed beneath the inclement drift, And, with stern patience, scorning weak com- plaint, Hardens his heart against assailing want. Wide o'er the spacious regions of the north. That see Bootes urge his tardy wain, A boisterous race, by frosty Caurus pierced. Who little pleasure know and fear no pain, Prolific swarm. They once relumed the flame Of lost mankind in polished slavery sunk ; Drove martial horde on horde, with dreadful sweep Resistless rushing o''er the enfeebled south, And gave the vanquished world another form. Not such the sons of Lapland : wisely they Despise the insensate barbarous trade of war ; 11 2rfje cScasons. They ask no more than simple Nature gives ; They love their mountains, and enjoy their storms. No false desires, no pride-created wants, Disturb the peaceful current of their time ; And, through the restless ever tortured maze Of pleasure, or ambition, bid it rage. Their reindeer form their riches. These their tents. Their robes, their beds, and all their homely wealth Supply, their wholesome fare, and cheerful cups . Obsequious at their call, the docile tribe Yield to the sled their necks, and whirl them swift O^er hill and dale, heaped into one expanse Of marbled snow, or far as eye can sweep With a blue crust of ice unbounded glazed. By dancing meteors then, that ceaseless shake A waving blaze refracted o'er the heavens. And vivid moons, and stars that keener play With double lustre from the radiant waste, 74 Winter. Even in the depth of polar night, they find A wondrous day — enough to light the chase, Or guide tlieir daring steps to Finland fairs. Wished Spring returns ; and, from the hazy south, While dim Aurora slowly moves before, The welcome sun, just verging up at first, By small degrees extends the swelling curve ; Till seen at last for gay rejoicing months. Still round and round his spiral course he winds, 7^ 2r!)c Reasons, And as he nearly dips his flaming orb, Wheels up again, and reascends the sky. In that glad season, from the lakes and floods, Where pure Niemi's fairy mountains rise, And, fringed with roses, Tenglio rolls his stream. They draw the copious fry. With these, at eve. They, cheerful, loaded to their tents repair ; Where, all day long in useful cares employed, Their kind unblemished wives the fire pre- pare. Thrice happy race! by poverty secured From legal plunder and rapacious power ; In whom fell interest never yet has sown The seeds of vice ; whose spotless swains ne'er knew Injurious deed, nor, blasted by the breath Of faithless love, their blooming daughters woe. Still pressing on, beyond Tornea's lake. And Hecla flaming through a waste of snow, And farthest Greenland, to the pole itself, 76 raiitter. Where, failing gradual, life at length goes out, The Muse expands her solitary flight ; And, hovering o'er the wild stupendous scene. Beholds new seas beneath another sky. Throned in his palace of cerulean ice. Here Winter holds his unrejoicing court ; And through his airy hall the loud misrule Of driving tempest is forever heard : Here the grim tyrant meditates his wrath ; Here arms his winds with all-subduing frost ; Moulds his fierce hail, and treasures up his snows, With which he now oppresses half the globe. Thence winding eastward to the Tartar's coast. She sweeps the howling margin of the main ; Where undissolving, from the first of time, Snows swell on snows amazing to the sky ; And icy mountains high on mountains piled. Seem to the shivering sailor from afar Shapeless and white, an atmosphere of clouds. Projected huge and horrid, o'er the surge, Alps frown on Alps ; or rushing hideous down, 79 ^i}c Reasons. As if old chaos was again returned, Wide-rend the deep, and shake the solid pole. Ocean itself no longer can resist The binding fury : but, in all its rage Of tempest taken by the boundless frost, Is many a fathom to the bottom chained, And bid to roar no more : a bleak expanse. Shagged o'er with wavy rocks, cheerless, and void Of every life, that from the dreary months Flies conscious southward. Miserable they. Who, here entangled in the gathering ice. Take their last look of the descending sun ; While, full of death, and fierce with tenfold frost, The long, long night, incumbent o'er their heads. Falls horrible. Such was the Briton's fate. As with first prow (what have not Britons dared!) He for the passage sought, attempted since So much in vain, and seeming to be shut By jealous Nature with eternal bars. In these fell regions, in Arzina caught, 80 rainter. And to the stony deep his idle ship Immediate sealed, he, with his hapless ciew, Each full exerted at his several task. Froze into statues ; to the cordage glued The sailor, and the pilot to the helm. Hard by these shores, where scarce his freezing stream Rolls the wild Oby, live the last of men ; 8i W{}t Seasons. And half-enlivened by the distant sun, That rears and ripens man, as well as plants, Here human nature wears its rudest form. Deep from the piercing season sunk in caves. Here by dull fires, and with unjoyous cheer, They waste the tedious gloom. Immersed in furs, Doze the gross race : nor sprightly jest, nor song. Nor tenderness, they know ; nor aught of life. Beyond the kindred bears that stalk without : Till morn at length, her roses drooping all. Sheds a long twilight brightening o'er their fields. And calls the quivered savage to the chase. What cannot active government perform, New-moulding man? Wide-stretching from these shores, A people savage from remotest time, A huge neglected empire, one vast mind. By Heaven inspired, from Gothic darkness called. Immortal Peter! first of monarchs! he His stubborn country tamed, her rocks, her fens. 82 Mmter. Her floods, her seas, her ill-submitting sons ; And while the fierce barbarian he subdued, To more exalted soul he raised the man. Ye shades of ancient heroes, ye who toiled Through long successive ages to build up A labouring plan of state, behold at once The wonder done! behold the matchless prince ! Who left his native throne, where reigned till then A mighty shadow of unreal power ; Who greatly spurned the slothful pomp of courts ; And roaming every land, in every port His sceptre laid aside, with glorious hand Unwearied plying the mechanic tool, Gathered the seeds of trade, of useful arts, Of civil wisdom, and of martial skill. Charged with the stores of Europe home he goes : Then cities rise amid the illumined waste ; O'er joyless deserts smiles the rural reign ; Far-distant flood to flood is social joined ; The astonished Euxine hears the Baltic roar ; 83 ^f)c ^Seasons. Proud navies ride on seas that never foamed With daring keel before ; and armies stretch Each way their dazzling files, repressing here The frantic Alexander of the north, And awing there stern Othman's shrinking sons. Sloth flies the land, and ignorance, and vice, Of old dishonour proud : it glows around. Taught by the royal hand that roused the whole. One scene of arts, of arms, of rising trade : For what his wisdom planned, and power en- forced. More potent still, his great example showed. Muttering, the winds at eve, with blunted point, Blow hollow-blustering from the south. Sub- dued, The frost resolves into a trickling thaw. Spotted the mountains shine ; loose sleet de- scends. And floods the country round. The rivers swell. Of bonds impatient. Sudden from the hills, 84 O'er rocks and woods, in broad brown cataracts, A thousand snow-fed torrents shoot at once ; And, where they rush, the wide-resounding plain I's left one slimy waste. Those sullen seas, That washed the ungenial pole, will rest no more Beneath the shackles of the mighty north ; But, rousing all their waves, resistless heave. 85 2rf)e ^tasons. And hark! the lengthening roar continuous runs Athwart the rifted deep : at once it bursts, And piles a thousand mountains to the clouds. Ill fares the bark with trembling wretches charged. That, tossed amid the floating fragments, moors Beneath the shelter of an icy isle. While night overwhelms the sea, and horror looks More horrible. Can human force endure The assembled mischiefs that besiege them round ? Heart-gnawing hunger, fainting weariness, The roar of winds and waves, the crush of ice. Now ceasing, now renewed with louder rage, And in dire echoes bellowing round the main. More to embroil the deep, Leviathan And his unwieldy train, in dreadful sport, Tempest the loosened brine ; while, through the gloom, 86 TOinter. Far from the bleak inhospitable shore. Loading the winds, is heard the hungry howl Of famished monsters, there awaiting wrecks. Yet Providence, that ever-waking eye, Looks down with pity on the feeble toil Of mortals lost to hope, and lights them safe Through all this dreary labyrinth of fate. 'Tis done! — dread Winter spreads his latest glooms, And reigns, tremendous, o'er the conquered year. How dead the vegetable kingdom lies! How dumb the tuneful ! Horror w ide extends His desolate domain. Behold, fond man! See here thy pictured life: pass some few years. Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength. Thy sober Autumn, fading into age, ■ And pale, concluding Winter comes at last. And shuts the scene Ah! whither now are fled Those dreams of greatness? those unsolid hopes 89 ^^t Reasons. Of happiness? those lons^ings after fame? Those restless cares? those busy, busthng days ? Those gay-spent, festive nights? those veer- ing thoughts. Lost between good and ill. that shared thy life? All now are vanished! virtue sole survives, — Immortal, never-failing friend of man. His guide to happiness on high. And see! 'T is come, the glorious morn ! the second birth Of heaven and earth! awakening Nature hears The new creating word, and starts to life, In every heightened form, from pain and death Forever free. The great eternal scheme, Involving all, and in a perfect whole Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads. To reason's eye, refined, clears up apace. Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptuous! now. Confounded in the dust, adore that power And Wisdom oft arraigned : see now^ the cause 90 Mintcr. Why unassuming Worth in secret Hved, why the good man's share And died neglected In life was gall and bitterness of soul : Why the lone widow and her orphans pined In starving solitude ; while Luxury, In palaces, lay straining her low thought, 91 3ri)c Reasons. To form unreal wants : why heaven-born Truth, And Moderation fair, wore tlie red marks Of superstition's scourge : why licensed Pain, That cruel spoiler, that embosomed foe. Embittered all our bliss. Ye good, dis- tressed! Ye noble few! who here unbending stand Beneath life''s pressure, yet bear up awhile. And what your bounded view — which only saw A little part — deemed evil, is no more : The storms of wintry time will quickly pass, And one unbounded Spring encircle all. >^ 92 H 491 85 — =^ - A V 'V ' • « « * < 0^ o> - o , , -J'' °o •>h^ t ^^-n^^ HECKMAN BINDERY INC. ^i^p^ i '^ ^- "*<>"' 0"^ i^^^ LIBRARY OF CONGRESS