In nature's ever varying face Some moral lesson I can trace; And see, by contemplation's aid, Some useful truth to man convey'd. E'en now, my daily labour done, The ear can catch no livelier sound Unless on evening's gale should float, In fitful swell the casual note Of martial music; faintly caught, With pleasing melancholy fraught: And though the lengthen'd day would fain Assert fair Spring's returning reign, The leafless boughs, the sighing gale, Which shrouds the sun's declining ray, Confess stern Winter's further sway. Yet still to me this dreary hour, This shadowy landscape, has the power I love to see bleak Winter yield I love to mark the watery gleam Of Sol's bright rays on Deben's stream; To see it gild the sapless tree, And gem with mimic pageantry The dewy thorn, whose straggling bough Can boast no other beauty now. Perchance in some sequester'd lane, Screen'd from the blast that sweeps the plain, Smiling amidst its chrystal tears Some little flower its head uprears; Spring's earliest trophy, fairest gem Maria! canst thou tell me why Objects like these delight the eye, And touch the heart? to me it seems They point to loftier, nobler themes. To me this elemental strife An emblem shews of human life; And when dark winter's clouds recede, And Spring with verdure clothes the mead, Even before her power is seen, In the parterre, or on the green, Thus, I exclaim, shall sorrow's night Give way to joy's returning light? As shine the dew-drops bright and clear, So shall the half unconscious tear, Brighter than smiles of pleasure seem Glittering in rapture's rising beam. That beauteous flowret too shall be To fancy's eye, a type of thee; Like thee it shuns the gazing eye, Lovely in native modesty ; Like thine its opening charms display The promise of a brighter day; And though the chilly dews may gem TO PATRIOTISM, AN ODE. “England, with all thy faults, I love thee still— COWPER. GENIUS of Britain! aid my song, To thee the will and power belong To prompt the Patriot's lay. The darkness of the day. |