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Besides the force it has to fright
The same arts that did gain
ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEMONT.
Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones
HYMN TO LIGHT.
First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst come
Say, from what golden quivers of the sky
25 The sun's gilt tent, for ever move; And still as thou in pomp dost go, The shining pageants of the world attend thy show. Nor amidst all these triumphs dost thou scorn The humble glowworms to adorn, And with those living spangles gild (O greatness without pride !) the bushes of the field. Night and her ugly subjects dost thou fright, And sleep, the lazy owl of night; Ashamed and fearful to appear,
35 They screen their horrid shapes with the black hemisphere. With them there hastes, and wildly takes the alarm, Of painted dreams a busy swarm ; At the first opening of thine eye The various clusters break, the antic atoms fly.
When, Goddess, thou lift'st up thy wakened head
50 The virgin lilies, in their white, Are clad but with the lawn of almost naked light. The violet, spring's little infant, stands Girt in thy purple swaddling-bands; On the fair tulip thou dost dote,
55 Thou cloth’st it in a gay and parti-coloured coat. With flame condensed thou dost thy jewels fix, And solid colours in it mix: Flora herself envies to see Flowers fairer than her own, and durable as she.
60 Through the soft ways of heaven and air and sea, Which open all their pores to thee, Like a clear river thou dost glide, And with thy living stream through the close channels slide. But where firm bodies thy free course oppose,
65 Gently thy source the land o’erflows; Takes there possession, and does make, Of colours' mingled light, a thick and standing lake : But the vast ocean of unbounded day In the empyrean heaven does stay;
70 Thy rivers, lakes, and springs below From thence took first their rise, thither at last must flow.
TO THE ROYAL SOCIETY.
Philosophy! the great and only heir
His curious, but not covetous, eye)
That laboured to assert the liberty
Authority, which did a body boast,
50 In midst of the orchard, and the whole did claim, Which with a useless scythe of wood, And something else not worth a name, (Ridiculous and senseless terrors !) made Children and superstitious men afraid.
55 The orchard's open now, and free: Bacon has broke that scarecrow deity : Come, enter all that will, Behold the ripened fruit, come, gather now your fill ! Yet still, methinks, we fain would be
60 Catching at the forbidden tree; We would be like the Deity; When truth and falsehood, good and evil, we Without the senses' aid within ourselves would see; For 'tis God only who find All nature in his mind.