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The Argument of the Fourth Book.
Of the Necessity of destroying some Beasts, and preserving others for the Use of Man. Of breeding of Hounds; the Season for this Business. The Choice of the Dog, of great Moment. Of the Litter of Whelps. Of the Number to be rear'd. Of setting them out to their several Walks. Care to be taken to prevent their Hunting too soon. Of ent'ring the Whelps. Of breaking them from running at Sheep. Of the Diseases of Hounds. Of their Age. Of Madness; two Sorts of it described, the Dumb, and outragious Madness: It's dreadful Effects. Burning of the Wound recommended as preventing all ill Consequences. The infectious Hounds to be separated, and fed apart. The Vanity of trusting to the many infallible Cures for this Malady. The dismal Effects of the Biting of a Mad Dog, upon Man described. Description of the Otter Hunting. The Conclusion.
BOOK the Fourth.
Whate'er of Earth is form'd, to Earth returns
Dissolv'd: the various Objects we behold,
Plants, Animals, this whole material Mass,
Are ever changing, ever new. The Soul
Of Man alone, that Particle divine, 5
Escapes the Wreck of Worlds, when all Things fail.
Hence great the Distance 'twixt the Beasts that perish,
And God's bright Image, Man's immortal Race.
The Brute Creation are his Property,
Subservient to his Will, and for him made. 10
As hurtful these he kills, as useful those
Preserves; their sole and arbitrary King.
Shou'd he not kill, as erst the Samian Sage
Taught unadvis'd, and Indian Brachmans now
As vainly preach; the teeming rav'nous Brutes 15
Might fill the scanty Space of this Terrene,
Incumb'ring all the Globe: Shou'd not his Care
Improve his growing Stock, their Kinds might fail,
Man might once more on Roots, and Acorns feed,
And thro' the Deserts range, shiv'ring, forlorn, 20
Quite destitute of ev'ry Solace dear,
And ev'ry smiling Gayety of Life.
Dissolv'd: the various Objects we behold,
Plants, Animals, this whole material Mass,
Are ever changing, ever new. The Soul
Of Man alone, that Particle divine, 5
Escapes the Wreck of Worlds, when all Things fail.
Hence great the Distance 'twixt the Beasts that perish,
And God's bright Image, Man's immortal Race.
The Brute Creation are his Property,
Subservient to his Will, and for him made. 10
As hurtful these he kills, as useful those
Preserves; their sole and arbitrary King.
Shou'd he not kill, as erst the Samian Sage
Taught unadvis'd, and Indian Brachmans now
As vainly preach; the teeming rav'nous Brutes 15
Might fill the scanty Space of this Terrene,
Incumb'ring all the Globe: Shou'd not his Care
Improve his growing Stock, their Kinds might fail,
Man might once more on Roots, and Acorns feed,
And thro' the Deserts range, shiv'ring, forlorn, 20
Quite destitute of ev'ry Solace dear,
And ev'ry smiling Gayety of Life.
The prudent Huntsman therefore will supply
With annual large Recruits, his broken Pack,
And propagate their Kind. As from the Root 25
Fresh Scions still spring forth, and daily yield
New blooming Honours to the Parent-Tree.
Far shall his Pack be fam'd, far sought his Breed,
And Princes at their Tables feast those Hounds
His Hand presents, an acceptable Boon. 30
With annual large Recruits, his broken Pack,
And propagate their Kind. As from the Root 25
Fresh Scions still spring forth, and daily yield
New blooming Honours to the Parent-Tree.
Far shall his Pack be fam'd, far sought his Breed,
And Princes at their Tables feast those Hounds
His Hand presents, an acceptable Boon. 30
E'er yet the Sun thro' the bright Ram has urg'd
His steepy Course, or Mother Earth unbound
Her frozen Bosom to the Western Gale;
When feather'd Troops, their social Leagues dissolv'd,
Select their Mates, and on the leafless Elm 35
The noisy Rook builds high her wicker Nest;
Mark well the wanton Females of thy Pack,
That curl their taper Tails, and frisking court
Their pyebald Mates enamour'd; their red Eyes
Flash Fires impure; nor Rest, nor Food they take,
Goaded by furious Love. In sep'rate Cells
Confine them now, lest bloody Civil Wars
Annoy thy peaceful State. If left at large,
The growling Rivals in dread Battle join,
And rude Encounter. On Scamander's Streams 45
Heroes of old with far less Fury fought,
For the bright Spartan Dame, their Valour's Prize.
Mangled and torn thy fav'rite Hounds shall lie,
Stretch'd on the Ground; thy Kennel shall appear
A Field of Blood: like some unhappy Town 50
In Civil Broils confus'd, while Discord shakes
Her bloody Scourge aloft, fierce Parties rage,
Staining their impious Hands in mutual Death.
And still the best belov'd, and bravest fall:
Such are the dire Effects of lawless Love. 55
His steepy Course, or Mother Earth unbound
Her frozen Bosom to the Western Gale;
When feather'd Troops, their social Leagues dissolv'd,
Select their Mates, and on the leafless Elm 35
The noisy Rook builds high her wicker Nest;
Mark well the wanton Females of thy Pack,
That curl their taper Tails, and frisking court
Their pyebald Mates enamour'd; their red Eyes
Flash Fires impure; nor Rest, nor Food they take,
Goaded by furious Love. In sep'rate Cells
Confine them now, lest bloody Civil Wars
Annoy thy peaceful State. If left at large,
The growling Rivals in dread Battle join,
And rude Encounter. On Scamander's Streams 45
Heroes of old with far less Fury fought,
For the bright Spartan Dame, their Valour's Prize.
Mangled and torn thy fav'rite Hounds shall lie,
Stretch'd on the Ground; thy Kennel shall appear
A Field of Blood: like some unhappy Town 50
In Civil Broils confus'd, while Discord shakes
Her bloody Scourge aloft, fierce Parties rage,
Staining their impious Hands in mutual Death.
And still the best belov'd, and bravest fall:
Such are the dire Effects of lawless Love. 55
Huntsman! these Ills by timely prudent Care
Prevent: for ev'ry longing Dame select
Some happy Paramour; to him alone
In Leagues connubial join. Consider well
His Lineage; what his Fathers did of old, 60
Chiefs of the Pack, and first to climb the Rock,
Or plunge into the Deep, or thread the Brake
With Thorns sharp-pointed, plash'd, and Briars inwoven.
Observe with Care his Shape, Sort, Colour, Size.
Nor will sagacious Huntsmen less regard 65
His inward Habits; the vain Babbler shun,
Ever loquacious, ever in the wrong.
His foolish Offspring shall offend thy Ears
With false Alarms, and loud Impertinence.
Nor less the shifting Cur avoid, that breaks 70
Illusive from the Pack; to the next Hedge
Devious he strays, there ev'ry Muse he tries,
If haply then he cross the streaming Scent,
Away he flies vain glorious; and exults
As of the Pack supreme, and in his Speed 71
And Strength unrivall'd. Lo! cast far behind
His vex'd Associates pant, and lab'ring strain
To climb the steep Ascent. Soon as they reach
Th'insulting Boaster, his false Courage fails,
Behind he lags, doom'd to the fatal Noose, 80
His Master's Hate, and Scorn of all the Field.
What can from such be hop'd, but a base Brood
Of coward Curs, a frantick, vagrant Race?
Prevent: for ev'ry longing Dame select
Some happy Paramour; to him alone
In Leagues connubial join. Consider well
His Lineage; what his Fathers did of old, 60
Chiefs of the Pack, and first to climb the Rock,
Or plunge into the Deep, or thread the Brake
With Thorns sharp-pointed, plash'd, and Briars inwoven.
Observe with Care his Shape, Sort, Colour, Size.
Nor will sagacious Huntsmen less regard 65
His inward Habits; the vain Babbler shun,
Ever loquacious, ever in the wrong.
His foolish Offspring shall offend thy Ears
With false Alarms, and loud Impertinence.
Nor less the shifting Cur avoid, that breaks 70
Illusive from the Pack; to the next Hedge
Devious he strays, there ev'ry Muse he tries,
If haply then he cross the streaming Scent,
Away he flies vain glorious; and exults
As of the Pack supreme, and in his Speed 71
And Strength unrivall'd. Lo! cast far behind
His vex'd Associates pant, and lab'ring strain
To climb the steep Ascent. Soon as they reach
Th'insulting Boaster, his false Courage fails,
Behind he lags, doom'd to the fatal Noose, 80
His Master's Hate, and Scorn of all the Field.
What can from such be hop'd, but a base Brood
Of coward Curs, a frantick, vagrant Race?
When now the third revolving Moon appears,
With sharpen'd Horns, above th' Horizon's Brink;
Without Lucina's Aid, expect thy Hopes
Are amply crown'd; short Pangs produce to Light
The smoking Litter, crawling, helpless, blind,
Nature their Guide, they seek the pouting Teat
That plenteous streams. Soon as the tender Dam 90
Has form'd them with her Tongue, with Pleasure view
The Marks of their renown'd Progenitors,
Sure Pledge of Triumphs yet to come. All these
Select with Joy; but to the merc'less Flood
Expose the dwindling Refuse, nor o'erload 95
Th' indulgent Mother. If thy Heart relent,
Unwilling to destroy, a Nurse provide,
And to the Foster-Parent give the Care
Of thy superfluous Brood; she'll cherish kind
The Alien Offspring; pleas'd thou shalt behold 100
Her Tenderness, and hospitable Love.
With sharpen'd Horns, above th' Horizon's Brink;
Without Lucina's Aid, expect thy Hopes
Are amply crown'd; short Pangs produce to Light
The smoking Litter, crawling, helpless, blind,
Nature their Guide, they seek the pouting Teat
That plenteous streams. Soon as the tender Dam 90
Has form'd them with her Tongue, with Pleasure view
The Marks of their renown'd Progenitors,
Sure Pledge of Triumphs yet to come. All these
Select with Joy; but to the merc'less Flood
Expose the dwindling Refuse, nor o'erload 95
Th' indulgent Mother. If thy Heart relent,
Unwilling to destroy, a Nurse provide,
And to the Foster-Parent give the Care
Of thy superfluous Brood; she'll cherish kind
The Alien Offspring; pleas'd thou shalt behold 100
Her Tenderness, and hospitable Love.
If frolick now, and play-full they desert
Their gloomy Cell, and on the verdant Turf
With Nerves improv'd, pursue the mimick Chace,
Coursing around; unto thy choicest Friends 150
Commit thy valu'd Prize: The rustick Dames
Shall at thy Kennel wait, and in their Laps
Receive thy growing Hopes, with many a Kiss
Caress, and dignify their little Charge
With some great Title, and resounding Name 110
Of high Import. But cautious here observe
To check their youthful Ardour, nor permit
The unexperienc'd Younker, immature,
Alone to range the Woods, or haunt the Brakes
Where dodging Conies sport: His Nerves unstrung,
And Strength unequal; the laborious Chace
Shall stint his Growth, and his rash forward Youth
Contract such vicious Habits, as thy Care
And late Correction never shall reclaim.
Their gloomy Cell, and on the verdant Turf
With Nerves improv'd, pursue the mimick Chace,
Coursing around; unto thy choicest Friends 150
Commit thy valu'd Prize: The rustick Dames
Shall at thy Kennel wait, and in their Laps
Receive thy growing Hopes, with many a Kiss
Caress, and dignify their little Charge
With some great Title, and resounding Name 110
Of high Import. But cautious here observe
To check their youthful Ardour, nor permit
The unexperienc'd Younker, immature,
Alone to range the Woods, or haunt the Brakes
Where dodging Conies sport: His Nerves unstrung,
And Strength unequal; the laborious Chace
Shall stint his Growth, and his rash forward Youth
Contract such vicious Habits, as thy Care
And late Correction never shall reclaim.
When to full Strength arriv'd, mature and bold,
Conduct them to the Field; not all at once,
But as thy cooler Prudence shall direct,
Select a few, and form them by Degrees
To stricter Discipline. With these consort
The Stanch, and steddy Sages of thy Pack, 125
By long Experience vers'd in all the Wiles,
And subtle Doublings of the various Chace.
Easy the Lesson of the youthful Train,
When Instinct prompts, and when Example guides.
If the too forward Younker at the Head 130
Press boldly on, in wanton sportive Mood,
Correct his Haste, and let him feel abash'd
The ruling Whip. But if he stoop behind
In wary modest Guise, to his own Nose
Confiding sure; give him full Scope to work 135
His winding Way, and with thy Voice applaud
His Patience, and his Care; soon shalt thou view
The hopeful Pupil Leader of his Tribe,
And all the list'ning Pack attend his Call.
Conduct them to the Field; not all at once,
But as thy cooler Prudence shall direct,
Select a few, and form them by Degrees
To stricter Discipline. With these consort
The Stanch, and steddy Sages of thy Pack, 125
By long Experience vers'd in all the Wiles,
And subtle Doublings of the various Chace.
Easy the Lesson of the youthful Train,
When Instinct prompts, and when Example guides.
If the too forward Younker at the Head 130
Press boldly on, in wanton sportive Mood,
Correct his Haste, and let him feel abash'd
The ruling Whip. But if he stoop behind
In wary modest Guise, to his own Nose
Confiding sure; give him full Scope to work 135
His winding Way, and with thy Voice applaud
His Patience, and his Care; soon shalt thou view
The hopeful Pupil Leader of his Tribe,
And all the list'ning Pack attend his Call.
Oft lead them forth where wanton Lambkins play, 140
And bleating Dams with jealous Eyes observe
Their tender Care. If at the crowding Flock
He bay presumptuous, or with eager Haste
Pursue them scatter'd o'er the verdant Plain;
In the foul Fact attach'd, to the strong Ram 145
Tye fast the rash Offender. See! at first
His horn'd Companion, fearful, and amaz'd,
Shall drag him trembling o'er the rugged Ground:
Then with his Load fatigued, shall turn a Head,
And with his curl'd hard Front incessant peal 150
The panting Wretch; 'till breathless and astunn'd,
Stretch'd on the Turf he lie. Then spare not thou
The twining Whip, but ply his bleeding Sides
Lash after Lash, and with thy threat'ning Voice,
Harsh-echoing from the Hills, inculcate loud 155
His vile Offence. Sooner shall trembling Doves
Escap'd the Hawk's sharp Talons, in mid Air,
Assail their dang'rous Foe, than he once more
Disturb the peaceful Flocks. In tender Age
Thus Youth is train'd; as curious Artists bend 160
The taper, pliant Twig; or Potters form
Their soft and ductile Clay to various Shapes.
And bleating Dams with jealous Eyes observe
Their tender Care. If at the crowding Flock
He bay presumptuous, or with eager Haste
Pursue them scatter'd o'er the verdant Plain;
In the foul Fact attach'd, to the strong Ram 145
Tye fast the rash Offender. See! at first
His horn'd Companion, fearful, and amaz'd,
Shall drag him trembling o'er the rugged Ground:
Then with his Load fatigued, shall turn a Head,
And with his curl'd hard Front incessant peal 150
The panting Wretch; 'till breathless and astunn'd,
Stretch'd on the Turf he lie. Then spare not thou
The twining Whip, but ply his bleeding Sides
Lash after Lash, and with thy threat'ning Voice,
Harsh-echoing from the Hills, inculcate loud 155
His vile Offence. Sooner shall trembling Doves
Escap'd the Hawk's sharp Talons, in mid Air,
Assail their dang'rous Foe, than he once more
Disturb the peaceful Flocks. In tender Age
Thus Youth is train'd; as curious Artists bend 160
The taper, pliant Twig; or Potters form
Their soft and ductile Clay to various Shapes.
Nor is't enough to breed; but to preserve
Must be the Huntsman's Care. The stanch old Hounds,
Guides of thy Pack, tho' but in Number few, 165
Are yet of great Account; shall oft untye
The Gordian Knot, when Reason at a stand
Puzzling is lost, and all thy Art is vain.
O'er clogging Fallows, o'er dry plaster'd Roads,
O'er floated Meads, o'er Plains with Flocks distain'd
Rank-scenting, these must lead the dubious Way.
As Party-Chiefs in Senates who preside,
With pleaded Reason and with well-turn'd Speech
Conduct the staring Multitude; so these
Direct the Pack, who with joint Cry approve, 175
And loudly boast Discov'ries not their own.
Must be the Huntsman's Care. The stanch old Hounds,
Guides of thy Pack, tho' but in Number few, 165
Are yet of great Account; shall oft untye
The Gordian Knot, when Reason at a stand
Puzzling is lost, and all thy Art is vain.
O'er clogging Fallows, o'er dry plaster'd Roads,
O'er floated Meads, o'er Plains with Flocks distain'd
Rank-scenting, these must lead the dubious Way.
As Party-Chiefs in Senates who preside,
With pleaded Reason and with well-turn'd Speech
Conduct the staring Multitude; so these
Direct the Pack, who with joint Cry approve, 175
And loudly boast Discov'ries not their own.
Unnumber'd Accidents, and various Ills,
Attend thy Pack, hang hov'ring o'er their Heads,
And point the Way that leads to Death's dark Cave.
Short is their Span; few at the Date arrive
Of ancient Argus, in old Homer's Song 180
So highly honour'd: Kind, sagacious Brute!
Not ev'n Minerva's Wisdom cou'd conceal
Thy much lov'd Master from thy nicer Sense.
Dying his Lord he own'd, view'd him all o'er
With eager Eyes, then clos'd those Eyes, well pleas'd. 185
Attend thy Pack, hang hov'ring o'er their Heads,
And point the Way that leads to Death's dark Cave.
Short is their Span; few at the Date arrive
Of ancient Argus, in old Homer's Song 180
So highly honour'd: Kind, sagacious Brute!
Not ev'n Minerva's Wisdom cou'd conceal
Thy much lov'd Master from thy nicer Sense.
Dying his Lord he own'd, view'd him all o'er
With eager Eyes, then clos'd those Eyes, well pleas'd. 185
Of lesser Ills the Muse declines to sing,
Nor stoops so low; of these each Groom can tell
The proper Remedy. But O! what Care!
What Prudence can prevent Madness, the worst
Of Maladies? Terrifick Pest! that blasts 190
The Huntsman's Hopes, and Desolation spreads
Thro' all th' unpeopled Kennel unrestrain'd.
More fatal than th' envenom'd Viper's Bite;
Or that Apulian Spider's pois'nous Sting,
Heal'd by the pleasing Antidote of Sounds. 195
Nor stoops so low; of these each Groom can tell
The proper Remedy. But O! what Care!
What Prudence can prevent Madness, the worst
Of Maladies? Terrifick Pest! that blasts 190
The Huntsman's Hopes, and Desolation spreads
Thro' all th' unpeopled Kennel unrestrain'd.
More fatal than th' envenom'd Viper's Bite;
Or that Apulian Spider's pois'nous Sting,
Heal'd by the pleasing Antidote of Sounds. 195
When Sirius reigns, and the Sun's parching Beams
Bake the dry gaping Surface, visit thou
Each Ev'n and Morn, with quick observant Eye,
Thy panting Pack. If in dark sullen Mood,
The glouting Hound refuse his wonted Meal, 200
Retiring to some close, obscure Retreat,
Gloomy, disconsolate: With Speed remove
The poor infectious Wretch, and in strong Chains
Bind him suspected. Thus that dire Disease
Which Art can't cure, wise Caution may prevent.
Bake the dry gaping Surface, visit thou
Each Ev'n and Morn, with quick observant Eye,
Thy panting Pack. If in dark sullen Mood,
The glouting Hound refuse his wonted Meal, 200
Retiring to some close, obscure Retreat,
Gloomy, disconsolate: With Speed remove
The poor infectious Wretch, and in strong Chains
Bind him suspected. Thus that dire Disease
Which Art can't cure, wise Caution may prevent.
But this neglected, soon expect a Change,
A dismal Change, Confusion, Frenzy, Death.
Or in some dark Recess, the senseless Brute
Sits sadly pining: Deep Melancholy,
And black Despair, upon his clouded Brow 210
Hang low'ring; from his half-op'ning Jaws
The clammy Venom, and infectious Froth,
Distilling fall; and from his Lungs inflam'd,
Malignant Vapours taint the ambient Air,
Breathing Perdition: His dim Eyes are glaz'd, 215
He droops his pensive Head, his trembling Limbs
No more support his Weight; abject he lies,
Dumb, spiritless, benumb'd; till Death at last
Gracious attends, and kindly brings Relief.
A dismal Change, Confusion, Frenzy, Death.
Or in some dark Recess, the senseless Brute
Sits sadly pining: Deep Melancholy,
And black Despair, upon his clouded Brow 210
Hang low'ring; from his half-op'ning Jaws
The clammy Venom, and infectious Froth,
Distilling fall; and from his Lungs inflam'd,
Malignant Vapours taint the ambient Air,
Breathing Perdition: His dim Eyes are glaz'd, 215
He droops his pensive Head, his trembling Limbs
No more support his Weight; abject he lies,
Dumb, spiritless, benumb'd; till Death at last
Gracious attends, and kindly brings Relief.
Or if outragious grown, behold alass! 220
A yet more dreadful Scene; his glaring Eyes
Redden with Fury, like some angry Boar
Churning he foams; and on his Back erect
His pointed Bristles rise; his Tale incurv'd
He drops, and with harsh broken Howlings rends 225
The poison-tainted Air, with rough hoarse Voice
Incessant Bays; and snuffs th' infectious Breeze;
This Way and that he stares aghast, and starts
At his own Shade; jealous, as if he deem'd
The World his Foes. If haply tow'rd the Stream 230
He cast his roving Eye, cold Horror chills
His Soul; averse he flies, trembling, appall'd.
Now frantick to the Kennel's utmost Verge
Raving he runs, and deals Destruction round.
The Pack fly diverse; for whate'er he meets 235
Vengeful he bites, and ev'ry Bite is Death.
A yet more dreadful Scene; his glaring Eyes
Redden with Fury, like some angry Boar
Churning he foams; and on his Back erect
His pointed Bristles rise; his Tale incurv'd
He drops, and with harsh broken Howlings rends 225
The poison-tainted Air, with rough hoarse Voice
Incessant Bays; and snuffs th' infectious Breeze;
This Way and that he stares aghast, and starts
At his own Shade; jealous, as if he deem'd
The World his Foes. If haply tow'rd the Stream 230
He cast his roving Eye, cold Horror chills
His Soul; averse he flies, trembling, appall'd.
Now frantick to the Kennel's utmost Verge
Raving he runs, and deals Destruction round.
The Pack fly diverse; for whate'er he meets 235
Vengeful he bites, and ev'ry Bite is Death.
If now perchance thro' the weak Fence escap'd,
Far up the Wind he roves, with open Mouth
Inhales the cooling Breeze, nor Man, nor Beast
He spares implacable. The Hunter-Horse, 240
Once kind Associate of his sylvan Toils,
(Who haply now without the Kennel's Mound
Crops the rank Mead, and list'ning hears with Joy
The chearing Cry, that Morn and Eve salutes
His raptur'd Sense) a wretched Victim falls. 245
Unhappy Quadrupede! no more, alass!
Shall thy fond Master with his Voice applaud
Thy Gentleness, thy Speed; or with his Hand
Stroke thy soft dappled Sides, as he each Day
Visits thy Stall, well pleas'd; no more shalt thou
With sprightly Neighings, to the winding Horn,
And the loud-op'ning Pack in consort join'd,
Glad his proud Heart. For oh! the secret Wound
Rankling inflames, he bites the Ground and dies.
Far up the Wind he roves, with open Mouth
Inhales the cooling Breeze, nor Man, nor Beast
He spares implacable. The Hunter-Horse, 240
Once kind Associate of his sylvan Toils,
(Who haply now without the Kennel's Mound
Crops the rank Mead, and list'ning hears with Joy
The chearing Cry, that Morn and Eve salutes
His raptur'd Sense) a wretched Victim falls. 245
Unhappy Quadrupede! no more, alass!
Shall thy fond Master with his Voice applaud
Thy Gentleness, thy Speed; or with his Hand
Stroke thy soft dappled Sides, as he each Day
Visits thy Stall, well pleas'd; no more shalt thou
With sprightly Neighings, to the winding Horn,
And the loud-op'ning Pack in consort join'd,
Glad his proud Heart. For oh! the secret Wound
Rankling inflames, he bites the Ground and dies.
Hence to the Village with pernicious Haste 255
Baleful he bends his Course: The Village flies
Alarm'd; the tender Mother in her Arms,
Hugs close the trembling Babe; the Doors are barr'd,
And flying Curs by native Instinct taught,
Shun the contagious Bane; the rustick Bands 260
Hurry to Arms, the rude Militia seize
Whate'er at hand they find; Clubs, Forks, or Guns
From ev'ry Quarter charge the furious Foe,
In wild Disorder, and uncouth Array:
'Till now with Wounds on Wounds oppress'd and gor'd, 265
At one short pois'nous Gasp he breaths his last.
Baleful he bends his Course: The Village flies
Alarm'd; the tender Mother in her Arms,
Hugs close the trembling Babe; the Doors are barr'd,
And flying Curs by native Instinct taught,
Shun the contagious Bane; the rustick Bands 260
Hurry to Arms, the rude Militia seize
Whate'er at hand they find; Clubs, Forks, or Guns
From ev'ry Quarter charge the furious Foe,
In wild Disorder, and uncouth Array:
'Till now with Wounds on Wounds oppress'd and gor'd, 265
At one short pois'nous Gasp he breaths his last.
Hence to the Kennel, Muse, return, and view,
With heavy Heart that Hospital of Woe;
Where Horror stalks at large, insatiate Death
Sits growling o'er his Prey: Each Hour presents 270
A diff'rent Scene of Ruin and Distress.
How busy art thou Fate! and how severe
Thy pointed Wrath! the Dying and the Dead
Promiscuous lye; o'er these the Living fight
In one eternal Broil; not conscious why, 275
Nor yet with whom. So Drunkards in their Cups,
Spare not their Friends, while senseless Squabble reigns.
With heavy Heart that Hospital of Woe;
Where Horror stalks at large, insatiate Death
Sits growling o'er his Prey: Each Hour presents 270
A diff'rent Scene of Ruin and Distress.
How busy art thou Fate! and how severe
Thy pointed Wrath! the Dying and the Dead
Promiscuous lye; o'er these the Living fight
In one eternal Broil; not conscious why, 275
Nor yet with whom. So Drunkards in their Cups,
Spare not their Friends, while senseless Squabble reigns.
Huntsman! it much behooves thee to avoid
The perilous Debate. Ah! rouze up all
Thy Vigilance, and tread the treach'rous Ground 280
With careful Step. Thy Fires unquench'd preserve,
As erst the Vestal Flame; the pointed Steel
In the hot Embers hide; and if surpriz'd
Thou feel'st the deadly Bite, quick urge it home
Into the recent Sore, and cauterize 285
The Wound; spare not thy Flesh, nor dread
th' Event:
Vulcan shall save, when Æsculapius fails.
The perilous Debate. Ah! rouze up all
Thy Vigilance, and tread the treach'rous Ground 280
With careful Step. Thy Fires unquench'd preserve,
As erst the Vestal Flame; the pointed Steel
In the hot Embers hide; and if surpriz'd
Thou feel'st the deadly Bite, quick urge it home
Into the recent Sore, and cauterize 285
The Wound; spare not thy Flesh, nor dread
th' Event:
Vulcan shall save, when Æsculapius fails.
Here, shou'd the knowing Muse recount the Means
To stop this growing Plague. And here, alass!
Each Hand presents a sov'reign Cure, and boasts 290
Infallibility, but boasts in vain.
On this depend, each to his sep'rate Seat
Confine, in Fetters bound; give each his Mess
Apart, his Range in open Air; and then
If deadly Symptoms to thy Grief appear; 295
Devote the Wretch, and let him greatly fall,
A gen'rous Victim for the publick Weal.
To stop this growing Plague. And here, alass!
Each Hand presents a sov'reign Cure, and boasts 290
Infallibility, but boasts in vain.
On this depend, each to his sep'rate Seat
Confine, in Fetters bound; give each his Mess
Apart, his Range in open Air; and then
If deadly Symptoms to thy Grief appear; 295
Devote the Wretch, and let him greatly fall,
A gen'rous Victim for the publick Weal.
Sing, Philosophick Muse, the dire Effects
Of this contagious Bite on hapless Man.
The rustick Swains, by long Tradition taught 300
Of Leeches old, as soon as they perceive
The Bite impress'd, to the Sea-Coasts repair.
Plung'd in the briny Flood, th' unhappy Youth
Now journeys home secure; but soon shall wish
The Seas as yet had cover'd him beneath 305
The foaming Surge, full many a Fathom deep.
A Fate more dismal, and superior Ills
Hang o'er his Head devoted. When the Moon
Closing her monthly round, returns again
To glad the Night; or when full-orb'd she shines 310
High in the Vault of Heav'n; the lurking Pest
Begins the dire Assault. The pois'nous Foam
Thro' the deep Wound instill'd with hostile Rage,
And all its fiery Particles saline,
Invades th' arterial Fluid; whose red Waves 315
Tempestuous heave, and their Cohesion broke,
Fermenting boil; intestine War ensues,
And Order to Confusion turns embroil'd.
Now the distended Vessels scarce contain
The wild Uproar, but press each weaker Part, 320
Unable to resist: The tender Brain,
And Stomach suffer most; Convulsions shake
His trembling Nerves, and wand'ring pungent Pains
Pinch sore the sleepless Wretch; his flutt'ring Pulse
Oft intermits; pensive, and sad, he mourns 325
His cruel Fate, and to his weeping Friends
Laments in vain; to hasty Anger prone,
Resents each slight Offence, walks with quick Step,
And wildly stares; at last with boundless Sway
The Tyrant Frenzy reigns. For as the Dog, 330
(Whose fatal Bite convey'd th' infectious Bane)
Raving he foams, and howls, and barks, and bates.
Like Agitations in his boiling Blood
Present like Species to his troubled Mind;
His Nature, and his Actions all canine. 335
So as (old Homer sung) th' Associates wild
Of wand'ring Ithacus, by Circe's Charms
To Swine transform'd, ran gruntling thro' the Groves
Dreadful Example to a wicked World!
See there distress'd he lies! parch'd up with Thirst,
But dares not drink. 'Till now at last his Soul
Trembling escapes, her noisome Dungeon leaves,
And to some purer Region wings away.
Of this contagious Bite on hapless Man.
The rustick Swains, by long Tradition taught 300
Of Leeches old, as soon as they perceive
The Bite impress'd, to the Sea-Coasts repair.
Plung'd in the briny Flood, th' unhappy Youth
Now journeys home secure; but soon shall wish
The Seas as yet had cover'd him beneath 305
The foaming Surge, full many a Fathom deep.
A Fate more dismal, and superior Ills
Hang o'er his Head devoted. When the Moon
Closing her monthly round, returns again
To glad the Night; or when full-orb'd she shines 310
High in the Vault of Heav'n; the lurking Pest
Begins the dire Assault. The pois'nous Foam
Thro' the deep Wound instill'd with hostile Rage,
And all its fiery Particles saline,
Invades th' arterial Fluid; whose red Waves 315
Tempestuous heave, and their Cohesion broke,
Fermenting boil; intestine War ensues,
And Order to Confusion turns embroil'd.
Now the distended Vessels scarce contain
The wild Uproar, but press each weaker Part, 320
Unable to resist: The tender Brain,
And Stomach suffer most; Convulsions shake
His trembling Nerves, and wand'ring pungent Pains
Pinch sore the sleepless Wretch; his flutt'ring Pulse
Oft intermits; pensive, and sad, he mourns 325
His cruel Fate, and to his weeping Friends
Laments in vain; to hasty Anger prone,
Resents each slight Offence, walks with quick Step,
And wildly stares; at last with boundless Sway
The Tyrant Frenzy reigns. For as the Dog, 330
(Whose fatal Bite convey'd th' infectious Bane)
Raving he foams, and howls, and barks, and bates.
Like Agitations in his boiling Blood
Present like Species to his troubled Mind;
His Nature, and his Actions all canine. 335
So as (old Homer sung) th' Associates wild
Of wand'ring Ithacus, by Circe's Charms
To Swine transform'd, ran gruntling thro' the Groves
Dreadful Example to a wicked World!
See there distress'd he lies! parch'd up with Thirst,
But dares not drink. 'Till now at last his Soul
Trembling escapes, her noisome Dungeon leaves,
And to some purer Region wings away.
One Labour yet remains, celestial Maid!
Another Element demands thy Song. 345
No more o'er craggy Steeps, thro' Coverts thick
With pointed Thorn, and Briers intricate,
Urge on with Horn and Voice the painful Pack:
But skim with wanton Wing th' irriguous Vale,
Where winding Streams amid the flow'ry Meads 350
Perpetual glide along; and undermine
The cavern'd Banks, by the tenacious Roots
Of hoary Willows arch'd; gloomy Retreat
Of the bright scaly Kind; where they at Will,
On the green wat'ry Reed their Pasture graze, 355
Suck the moist Soil, or slumber at their Ease,
Rock'd by the restless Brook, that draws aslope
Its humid Train, and laves their dark Abodes.
Where rages not Oppression? Where, alass!
Is Innocence secure? Rapine and Spoil 360
Haunt ev'n the lowest Deeps; Seas have their Sharks,
Rivers and Ponds inclos'd, the rav'nous Pike;
He in his Turn becomes a Prey; on him
Th' amphibious Otter feasts. Just is his Fate
Deserv'd: But Tyrants know no Bounds; nor Spears
That bristle on his Back, defend the Perch
From his wide greedy Jaws; nor burnish'd Mail
The yellow Carp; nor all his Arts can save
Th' insinuating Eel, that hides his Head
Beneath the slimy Mud; nor yet escapes 370
The crimson-spotted Trout, the River's Pride,
And Beauty of the Stream. Without Remorse,
This midnight Pillager ranging around,
Insatiate swallows all. The Owner mourns
Th' unpeopled Rivulet, and gladly hears 375
The Huntsman's early Call, and sees with Joy
The jovial Crew, that march upon its Banks
In gay Parade, with bearded Lances arm'd.
Another Element demands thy Song. 345
No more o'er craggy Steeps, thro' Coverts thick
With pointed Thorn, and Briers intricate,
Urge on with Horn and Voice the painful Pack:
But skim with wanton Wing th' irriguous Vale,
Where winding Streams amid the flow'ry Meads 350
Perpetual glide along; and undermine
The cavern'd Banks, by the tenacious Roots
Of hoary Willows arch'd; gloomy Retreat
Of the bright scaly Kind; where they at Will,
On the green wat'ry Reed their Pasture graze, 355
Suck the moist Soil, or slumber at their Ease,
Rock'd by the restless Brook, that draws aslope
Its humid Train, and laves their dark Abodes.
Where rages not Oppression? Where, alass!
Is Innocence secure? Rapine and Spoil 360
Haunt ev'n the lowest Deeps; Seas have their Sharks,
Rivers and Ponds inclos'd, the rav'nous Pike;
He in his Turn becomes a Prey; on him
Th' amphibious Otter feasts. Just is his Fate
Deserv'd: But Tyrants know no Bounds; nor Spears
That bristle on his Back, defend the Perch
From his wide greedy Jaws; nor burnish'd Mail
The yellow Carp; nor all his Arts can save
Th' insinuating Eel, that hides his Head
Beneath the slimy Mud; nor yet escapes 370
The crimson-spotted Trout, the River's Pride,
And Beauty of the Stream. Without Remorse,
This midnight Pillager ranging around,
Insatiate swallows all. The Owner mourns
Th' unpeopled Rivulet, and gladly hears 375
The Huntsman's early Call, and sees with Joy
The jovial Crew, that march upon its Banks
In gay Parade, with bearded Lances arm'd.
This subtle Spoiler of the Beaver kind,
Far off perhaps, where ancient Alders shade 380
The deep still Pool; within some hollow Trunk
Contrives his wicker Couch: Whence he surveys
His long Purlieu, Lord of the Stream, and all
The finny Shoals his own. But you, brave Youths,
Dispute the Felon's Claim; try ev'ry Root, 385
And ev'ry reedy Bank; encourage all
The busy-spreading Pack, that fearless plunge
Into the Flood, and cross the rapid Stream.
Bid Rocks, and Caves, and each resounding Shore,
Proclaim your bold Defiance; loudly raise 390
Each chearing Voice, 'till distant Hills repeat
The Triumphs of the Vale. On the soft Sand
See there his Seal impress'd! and on that Bank
Behold the glitt'ring Spoils, half-eaten Fish,
Scales, Fins, and Bones, the Leavings of his Feast.
Ah! on that yielding Sag-bed, see, once more
His Seal I view. O'er yon dank rushy Marsh
The sly Goose-footed Proler bends his Course,
And seeks the distant Shallows. Huntíman, bring
Thy eager Pack; and trail him to his Couch. 400
Hark! the loud Peal begins, the clam'rous Joy,
The gallant Chiding, loads the trembling Air.
Far off perhaps, where ancient Alders shade 380
The deep still Pool; within some hollow Trunk
Contrives his wicker Couch: Whence he surveys
His long Purlieu, Lord of the Stream, and all
The finny Shoals his own. But you, brave Youths,
Dispute the Felon's Claim; try ev'ry Root, 385
And ev'ry reedy Bank; encourage all
The busy-spreading Pack, that fearless plunge
Into the Flood, and cross the rapid Stream.
Bid Rocks, and Caves, and each resounding Shore,
Proclaim your bold Defiance; loudly raise 390
Each chearing Voice, 'till distant Hills repeat
The Triumphs of the Vale. On the soft Sand
See there his Seal impress'd! and on that Bank
Behold the glitt'ring Spoils, half-eaten Fish,
Scales, Fins, and Bones, the Leavings of his Feast.
Ah! on that yielding Sag-bed, see, once more
His Seal I view. O'er yon dank rushy Marsh
The sly Goose-footed Proler bends his Course,
And seeks the distant Shallows. Huntíman, bring
Thy eager Pack; and trail him to his Couch. 400
Hark! the loud Peal begins, the clam'rous Joy,
The gallant Chiding, loads the trembling Air.
Ye Naiads fair, who o'er these Floods preside,
Raise up your dripping Heads above the Wave,
And hear our Melody. Th' harmonious Notes 10
Float with the Stream; and ev'ry winding Creek
And hollow Rock, that o'er the dimpling Flood
Nods pendant; still improve from Shore to Shore
Our sweet reiterated Joys. What Shouts!
What Clamour loud! What gay heart-chearing Sounds 410
Urge thro' the breathing Brass their mazy Way!
Not Quires of Tritons glad with sprightlier Strains
The dancing Billows; when proud Neptune rides
In Triumph o'er the Deep. How greedily
They snuff the fishy Steam, that to each Blade 415
Rank-scenting clings! See! how the Morning Dews
They sweep, that from their Feet besprinkling drop
Dispers'd, and leave a Track oblique behind.
Now on firm Land they range; then in the Flood
They plunge tumultuous; or thro' reedy Pools 420
Rustling they work their Way: no Holt escapes
Their curious Search. With quick Sensation now
The fuming Vapour stings; flutter their Hearts,
And Joy redoubled bursts from ev'ry Mouth,
In louder Symphonies. Yon hollow Trunk, 425
That with its hoary Head incurv'd, salutes
The passing Wave; must be the Tyrant's Fort,
And dread abode. How these impatient climb,
While others at the Root incessant Bay:
They put him down. See, there he dives along! 430
Th' ascending Bubbles mark his gloomy Way.
Quick fix the Nets, and cut off his Retreat
Into the shelt'ring Deeps. Ah, there he vents!
The Pack plunge headlong, and protended Spears
Menace Destruction. While the troubled Surge 435
Indignant foams, and all the scaly Kind
Affrighted, hide their Heads. Wild Tumult reigns,
And loud Uproar. Ah, there once more he vents!
See, that bold Hound has seiz'd him; down they sink,
Together lost: But soon shall he repent 440
His rash Assault. See, there escap'd, he flies
Half drown'd, and clambers up the slipp'ry Bank
With Ouze and Blood distain'd. Of all the Brutes,
Whether by Nature form'd, or by long Use,
This artful Diver best can bear the Want
Of vital Air. Unequal is the Fight,
Beneath the whelming Element. Yet there
He lives not long; but Respiration needs
At proper Intervals. Again he vents;
Again the Crowd attack. That Spear has pierc'd 450
His Neck; the crimson Waves confess the Wound.
Fix'd is the bearded Lance, unwelcome Guest,
Where-e'er he flies; with him it sinks beneath,
With him it mounts; sure Guide to ev'ry Foe.
Inly he groans, nor can his tender Wound 455
Bear the cold Stream. Lo! to yon sedgy Bank
He creeps disconsolate; his num'rous Foes
Surround him, Hounds, and Men. Pierc'd thro' and thro',
On pointed Spears they lift him high in Air;
Wriggling he hangs, and grins, and bites in vain:
Bid the loud Horns, in gayly-warbling Strains,
Proclaim the Felon's Fate; he dies, he dies.
Raise up your dripping Heads above the Wave,
And hear our Melody. Th' harmonious Notes 10
Float with the Stream; and ev'ry winding Creek
And hollow Rock, that o'er the dimpling Flood
Nods pendant; still improve from Shore to Shore
Our sweet reiterated Joys. What Shouts!
What Clamour loud! What gay heart-chearing Sounds 410
Urge thro' the breathing Brass their mazy Way!
Not Quires of Tritons glad with sprightlier Strains
The dancing Billows; when proud Neptune rides
In Triumph o'er the Deep. How greedily
They snuff the fishy Steam, that to each Blade 415
Rank-scenting clings! See! how the Morning Dews
They sweep, that from their Feet besprinkling drop
Dispers'd, and leave a Track oblique behind.
Now on firm Land they range; then in the Flood
They plunge tumultuous; or thro' reedy Pools 420
Rustling they work their Way: no Holt escapes
Their curious Search. With quick Sensation now
The fuming Vapour stings; flutter their Hearts,
And Joy redoubled bursts from ev'ry Mouth,
In louder Symphonies. Yon hollow Trunk, 425
That with its hoary Head incurv'd, salutes
The passing Wave; must be the Tyrant's Fort,
And dread abode. How these impatient climb,
While others at the Root incessant Bay:
They put him down. See, there he dives along! 430
Th' ascending Bubbles mark his gloomy Way.
Quick fix the Nets, and cut off his Retreat
Into the shelt'ring Deeps. Ah, there he vents!
The Pack plunge headlong, and protended Spears
Menace Destruction. While the troubled Surge 435
Indignant foams, and all the scaly Kind
Affrighted, hide their Heads. Wild Tumult reigns,
And loud Uproar. Ah, there once more he vents!
See, that bold Hound has seiz'd him; down they sink,
Together lost: But soon shall he repent 440
His rash Assault. See, there escap'd, he flies
Half drown'd, and clambers up the slipp'ry Bank
With Ouze and Blood distain'd. Of all the Brutes,
Whether by Nature form'd, or by long Use,
This artful Diver best can bear the Want
Of vital Air. Unequal is the Fight,
Beneath the whelming Element. Yet there
He lives not long; but Respiration needs
At proper Intervals. Again he vents;
Again the Crowd attack. That Spear has pierc'd 450
His Neck; the crimson Waves confess the Wound.
Fix'd is the bearded Lance, unwelcome Guest,
Where-e'er he flies; with him it sinks beneath,
With him it mounts; sure Guide to ev'ry Foe.
Inly he groans, nor can his tender Wound 455
Bear the cold Stream. Lo! to yon sedgy Bank
He creeps disconsolate; his num'rous Foes
Surround him, Hounds, and Men. Pierc'd thro' and thro',
On pointed Spears they lift him high in Air;
Wriggling he hangs, and grins, and bites in vain:
Bid the loud Horns, in gayly-warbling Strains,
Proclaim the Felon's Fate; he dies, he dies.
Rejoice, ye scaly Tribes, and leaping dance
Above the Wave, in Sign of Liberty
Restor'd; the cruel Tyrant is no more. 465
Rejoice secure and bless'd; did not as yet
Remain, some of your own rapacious Kind;
And Man, fierce Man, with all his various Wiles.
Above the Wave, in Sign of Liberty
Restor'd; the cruel Tyrant is no more. 465
Rejoice secure and bless'd; did not as yet
Remain, some of your own rapacious Kind;
And Man, fierce Man, with all his various Wiles.
O Happy! if ye knew your happy State,
Ye Rangers of the Fields; whom Nature boon 470
Chears with her Smiles, and ev'ry Element
Conspires to bless. What, if no Heroes frown
From marble Pedestals; nor Raphael's Works,
Nor Titian's lively Tints, adorn our Walls?
Yet these the meanest of us may behold; 475
And at another's Cost, may feast at Will
Our wond'ring Eyes; what can the Owner more?
But vain, alass! is Wealth, not grac'd with Pow'r.
The flow'ry Landskip, and the gilded Dome,
And Vistas op'ning to the wearied Eye, 480
Thro' all his wide Domain; the planted Grove,
The shrubby Wilderness, with its gay Choir
Of warbling Birds, can't lull to soft Repose
Th'ambitious Wretch, whose discontented Soul
Is harrow'd Day and Night; he mourns, he pines,
Until his Prince's Favour makes him great.
See there he comes, th' exalted Idol comes!
The Circle's form'd, and all his fawning Slaves
Devoutly bow to Earth; from ev'ry Mouth
The nauseous Flatt'ry flows, which he returns 490
With Promises, that die as soon as born.
Vile Intercourse! where Virtue has no Place.
Frown but the Monarch; all his Glories fade;
He mingles with the Throng, outcast, undone,
The Pageant of a Day; without one Friend 495
To sooth his tortur'd Mind; all, all are fled.
For tho' they bask'd in his meridian Ray,
The Insects vanish, as his Beams decline.
Ye Rangers of the Fields; whom Nature boon 470
Chears with her Smiles, and ev'ry Element
Conspires to bless. What, if no Heroes frown
From marble Pedestals; nor Raphael's Works,
Nor Titian's lively Tints, adorn our Walls?
Yet these the meanest of us may behold; 475
And at another's Cost, may feast at Will
Our wond'ring Eyes; what can the Owner more?
But vain, alass! is Wealth, not grac'd with Pow'r.
The flow'ry Landskip, and the gilded Dome,
And Vistas op'ning to the wearied Eye, 480
Thro' all his wide Domain; the planted Grove,
The shrubby Wilderness, with its gay Choir
Of warbling Birds, can't lull to soft Repose
Th'ambitious Wretch, whose discontented Soul
Is harrow'd Day and Night; he mourns, he pines,
Until his Prince's Favour makes him great.
See there he comes, th' exalted Idol comes!
The Circle's form'd, and all his fawning Slaves
Devoutly bow to Earth; from ev'ry Mouth
The nauseous Flatt'ry flows, which he returns 490
With Promises, that die as soon as born.
Vile Intercourse! where Virtue has no Place.
Frown but the Monarch; all his Glories fade;
He mingles with the Throng, outcast, undone,
The Pageant of a Day; without one Friend 495
To sooth his tortur'd Mind; all, all are fled.
For tho' they bask'd in his meridian Ray,
The Insects vanish, as his Beams decline.
Not such our Friends; for here no dark Design,
No wicked Int'rest bribes the venal Heart; 500
But Inclination to our Bosom leads,
And weds them there for Life; our social Cups
Smile, as we smile; open, and unreserv'd.
We speak our inmost Souls; good Humour, Mirth,
Soft Complaisance, and Wit from Malice free, 505
Smooth ev'ry Brow, and glow on ev'ry Cheek.
No wicked Int'rest bribes the venal Heart; 500
But Inclination to our Bosom leads,
And weds them there for Life; our social Cups
Smile, as we smile; open, and unreserv'd.
We speak our inmost Souls; good Humour, Mirth,
Soft Complaisance, and Wit from Malice free, 505
Smooth ev'ry Brow, and glow on ev'ry Cheek.
O Happiness sincere! what Wretch wou'd groan
Beneath the galling Load of Pow'r, or walk
Upon the slipp'ry Pavements of the Great,
Who thus cou'd reign, unenvy'd and secure? 510
Beneath the galling Load of Pow'r, or walk
Upon the slipp'ry Pavements of the Great,
Who thus cou'd reign, unenvy'd and secure? 510
Ye guardian Pow'rs who make Mankind your Care,
Give me to know wise Nature's hidden Depths,
Trace each mysterious Cause, with Judgment read
Th' expanded Volume, and submiss adore
That great creative Will, who at a Word 515
Spoke forth the wond'rous Scene. But if my Soul
To this gross Clay confin'd, flutters on Earth
With less ambitious Wing; unskill'd to range
From Orb to Orb, where Newton leads the Way;
And view with piercing Eyes, the grand Machine,
Worlds above Worlds; subservient to his Voice,
Who veil'd in clouded Majesty, alone
Gives Light to all; bids the great System move,
And changefull Seasons in their Turns advance,
Unmov'd, unchang'd, himself. Yet this at least 525
Grant me propitious, an inglorious Life,
Calm and serene, nor lost in false Pursuits
Of Wealth or Honours; but enough to raise
My drooping Friends, preventing modest Want,
That dares not ask. And if to crown my Joys, 530
Ye grant me Health, that, ruddy in my Cheeks,
Blooms in my Life's Decline; Fields, Woods, and Streams,
Each tow'ring Hill, each humble Vale below,
Shall hear my chearing Voice, my Hounds shall wake
The lazy Morn, and glad th' Horizon round. 535
Give me to know wise Nature's hidden Depths,
Trace each mysterious Cause, with Judgment read
Th' expanded Volume, and submiss adore
That great creative Will, who at a Word 515
Spoke forth the wond'rous Scene. But if my Soul
To this gross Clay confin'd, flutters on Earth
With less ambitious Wing; unskill'd to range
From Orb to Orb, where Newton leads the Way;
And view with piercing Eyes, the grand Machine,
Worlds above Worlds; subservient to his Voice,
Who veil'd in clouded Majesty, alone
Gives Light to all; bids the great System move,
And changefull Seasons in their Turns advance,
Unmov'd, unchang'd, himself. Yet this at least 525
Grant me propitious, an inglorious Life,
Calm and serene, nor lost in false Pursuits
Of Wealth or Honours; but enough to raise
My drooping Friends, preventing modest Want,
That dares not ask. And if to crown my Joys, 530
Ye grant me Health, that, ruddy in my Cheeks,
Blooms in my Life's Decline; Fields, Woods, and Streams,
Each tow'ring Hill, each humble Vale below,
Shall hear my chearing Voice, my Hounds shall wake
The lazy Morn, and glad th' Horizon round. 535
FINIS.