Evening Industry in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- The moon had fill’d her horn on high,
/ And pour’d on earth her silv’ry sheen,
/ A still and cloudless azure sky
/ Proclaim’d her night’s own radiant queen.
Reflections over a Lark’s Nest in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- For, see! what care
/ She has bestow’d upon her little brood
/ to make them happy. Lo! how well is made
/ Her small, neat, grounded nest. Were we to scan
/ Its structure with minuteness, and the plan,
/ In which it is so carefully contrived,
/ Then would we ask, From whom has she derived,
/ Such art and knowledge? Was it e’er from man?
/ Or was she taught by any artizan
/ To build her nest? No! Nature is her guide,
/ From whom she wisdom learns,—how to provide
/ For this her progeny. And what’s designed,
/ Is neatly done! How softly it is lined,
/ For comfort to her young, her only care,
/ That are, as yet, of Nature’s clothing bare.
/ And, lo! the outward bulwarks of its form,
/ How well ’tis built ’gainst the usurping worm,
/ To save her eggs, and tender brood from harm.
/ What wisdom’s this? What mother could do more!
/ To shield her infant charge, Sing, ye that soar
/ Aloft! With loudest carols make the air
/ Resound, to cheer your mates in their domestic care.
Wairau:—or Col. W—’s Dirge to the Memory of His Brother in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- pleasing, around thee, thy scenes, Waiarau!
Erratonga in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- Where wild nature blooms in beauty,
/ Clothes with grandeur both its sides;
The Bushman’s Harvest Home in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- The upward moon
/ Now sheds her silv’ry sheen,—
/ Night’s cheering boon,
/ Amid a sky serene.
- The sun sinks low
/ Behind yon western hill;
/ Clouds gilded glow,
/ The evening dews distill,
/ The twilight shades in haste succeed,
/ So sober’d all become;
- The ev’ning breeze
/ Its coolness breathes along;
/ While from yon trees
/ The night-bird croaks its song.
Canto Second in The New Zealand Survey
- So here, though clothed in Nature’s vernal robes
/ This scene delightful, calling forth our praise,
/ And admiration, still, all speak of change
/ And revolutions buried in the past;
/ But which oblivion fails such things to veil,
/ Though such might ’scape the less enquiring eye
/ That doats on beauty, willing to admire!
- Have these been always as they now exist?
/ Or say, has all this scenery’s whole extent,
/ Nay all the country wide from shore to shore
/ From genial North to the less genial South
/ Been, as some would declare? surmising thus—
/ “These are the heights of some great continent,
/ Which filled the Southern ocean once, now sunk
/ By Nature’s fiat; these the remnants left
/ Above the waves, when earthquakes shook below
/ The ocean’s level, ev’ry spreading plain!
/ While now existing plains were once the heights
/ Of table mountains, and the many hills
/ Were loftier ridges, rising, clad with snows,—
/ The Continents great Alps!—Those valleys but
/ The ancient river courses, where once rolled
/ Their torrents, issuing from their founts on high,
/ Where many a glacier sparkled in the sun,
/ All stored in regions cold!” But look around
/ And room we find for theories diverse
/ From that advanced, which now may be declared!
- ’Tis well should we with sense of the sublime,
/ Endeavor information to increase
/ From Nature and her works! ’Tis well though we
/ Should excavate our knowledge from earth’s depths,
/ Or glean it from the surface, where such signs
/ Protrude themselves, as ’twere unwittingly,
/ To prompt th’ enquiring mind t’ interrogate
/ Appearances around!
- While many shoals
/ Of various kinds of fish, all more inclined
/ To be gregarious, like some beastial tribes
/ Of terra-firma, o’er the length and breadth
/ Of space now occupied with these whole isles,
/ Pleased with their ample scope, would journey on
/ As sent the prey of others in their need,
/ Whose whole employment seem but to devour!
/ Which are by others preyed upon in turn—
/ An intermingling constant ruthless war,
/ One ’gainst the other—strong against the weak,
/ The weak content to feast upon the dead
/ Of those that had devoured their ancient sires!
- No pursuit
/ Of hardy whaler had they then to fear!
/ They liv’d their natural life time out with joy!
- The sea-gulls winging round in active flight,
/ Now rising high, then dipping low, they’ve swept
/ Along the surface, and their prey pursued
/ According as their nature’s would direct;
/ With no land near to circumscribe their bounds.
/ And there, the petrels, those of giant kind,
/ Have had their hunting grounds; from time unknown,
/ They’ve come and gone, as instinct would them guide,
/ In common with all others;
Canto First in The New Zealand Survey
- fondly view
/ Surrounding scenery of the grandest kind
/ In native splendour, unadorned by man;
/ And of variety, that makes one feel
/ Spell-bound in admiration of the whole!—
- mantled o’er
/ With Nature’s ample robe
- Then oh! what words can lab’ring thoughts employ
/ T’express the feelings felt, or ev’n pourtray
/ Those scenes majestic passing in review
/ Before th’ imagination, as we aim
/ To trace their causes, from th’ effects produced?—
/ All stereotyped, and stamped indelibly
/ On Nature’s ample page! From such we dare
/ Bring forth to light, what long has lain concealed
/ In darkness—deeds now buried in the past,
/ As deep as those in far futurity,
/ The subject only of prophetic lore!—
/ But of the past, the Muse may dare unfold,
/ Such deeds, traced in the foot-prints of events,
/ Which have transpired, and long since passed away!
- If such an office, as interpreter
/ Of nature’s language, be on me imposed
/ By Him who made us, as He saw most fit,
/ According to His purpose,—be it mine
/ To give expression to an impulse felt,
/ As giv’n through what’s presented to the eye,
/ A pleasing spectacle!—meanwhile the Muse
/ Craves what assistance, He to grant may deign,
/ To aid our efforts in this humble lay.
- amid scenes
Quite changed from ancient wildness!
- Those pilgrim fathers, who have bravely left
- Thus where the waters have scooped furrows deep
/ In cultivated soil, as well as where
/ The river’s banks are broke, like some wild freak
/ Of Nature’s fancy, will some mystery strange
/ Itself discover, in some buried tree,
Signs of the Times in 1853 in The New Zealand Survey
- And now,
/ Since tables have turn’d o’er, I vow
/ This grand Association pack
/ Is of attraction’s powers at lack,
/ Like some corporeal dissolution;
/ Or earth’s eruptions in confusion
/ And much dishiver’d!—
Stanzas — On hearing of the Sudden Demise of Mr. G. Copeland, on May 22, 1866, Aged 65 Years in The New Zealand Survey
- Now, one by one, as tree leaves fall
/ Upon a sunny autumn day,
/ As ripe and mellow’d, Heav’n would call
/ Colonial pioneers away!
/ These twenty-six years have they toil’d,
/ And borne the burden of the day;
/ While making Nature’s face, so wild,
/ To look as civilized and gay.
In Memorium in The New Zealand Survey
- the boy
/ Much wrapt in admiration of the flowers
/ He gather’d, while considering them with care!
/ Such things before he scarce had ever seen,
/ As nurtured had he been ’mid barrack squares;
/ To him they were a novelty, so sweet,
A Dinner Hour Reverie in The New Zealand Survey
- To have this faith within my heart,
/ And nature’s charms before mine eye,
/ May these still buoy my spirits up,
/ And cares convert to inward joy.
- The sun shines brightly in the sky,
/ The air is calm without a breeze,
/ The waters in the bay are still,
/ Reflecting deeply hills and trees.
/ And there the ethe’rs hue is shewn,
/ With drapery thin of clouds so white,
/ As nature gladly would reflect
/ A Deity’s perfections bright;
/ As these are in his works pourtray’d,
- Why thus should fretful thoughts annoy
/ A rational mind, may one enquire?
/ When all around, as ready, wait
/ Our hearts with pleasure to inspire.
/ ’Tis worldly pride, that peace destroys,
/ And kindles there each baneful strife;
/ Envenoming the purest joys
/ That might attach to human life.
/ The wants of nature are but few,
/ And eas’ly to be satisfied;
/ While those created ever grow
/ More and more complex when allied
/ Unto vain glory!—Such would shake
/ O’er one the tyrants vengeful rod,
/ Enslaving best affectious still
/ That should be rendered to his God.
Canto Third in The New Zealand Survey
- It must be clothed with all such requisites
/ That can be called attractive, and conduce
/ To welfare, in a future time ordained,—
/ (So far as elemental weal’s concerned
/ Consistent with the curse which hangs o’er earth,
/ With much of mercy, undeserved attached!)—
/ In genial clime, as capable to yield
/ Much paradisian cheer, when well prepared!
/ Since man, where’er he dwells, must earn by toil
/ His living—thus himself declaring far
/ Above the brute capacity of life,
/ And owning a dependence on the care
/ Of bounteous Providence—he must exert
/ Th’ endowments of his reason, and his skill,
/ As talents in his care to be improved;
/ Thus earning happiness, such as the earth
/ Has in its power to yield; though he must rove
/ To seek his welfare, or another home,
/ As prompted by his emigrating will;
/ Or love of acquisition in a part
/ Of Nature’s earth, that he can call his own!
- a rending, and
/ Upheaving impetus no more to lie
/ In deeps invisible,—where waters dense
/ The sunlight cannot penetrate to cheer
/ The fathomless profound;—these, in their turn,
/ To share in beauty’s pleasures, and receive
/ The genial influence of light and heat
/ Must from their shades be brought!
- The coral worm,
/ A feeble thing for man to look upon,
/ Is yet a means, and one that will not err,
/ Or turn rebellious from the task imposed
/ As being one impossible to do!
/ By such an agency minute, He works
/ In rearing rock like structures from the depths
- As mighty revolutions have occurred,
/ In ages long anterior to man,
/ And are transpiring even in his day,
/ So who can mark that finger which directs
/ In their occurrence, guiding to their end?
/ Or hear the fiat which commands them forth?
/ Him, whom all nature owns as sovereign Lord,
/ Whose word brought forth creation from the abyss
/ Of nothingness, reared high the ancient hills
/ Ere man was called to being; Him whose power
/ As efficacious now, as then, remains;
/ Yes, Him all nature readily obeys,
/ His plans beneficient will execute
/ For future good, by quick or slow degrees
/ As the appointments given!
- The earth’s deep centre with its magazine
/ Of great resistless powers, proves a reserve
/ To finish what’s begun; which, when desired,
/ Gives forth its energies to crown the work—
/ Which nothing but omnipotence can do!—
/ As man would prove his edifice complete,
/ By having raised the copestone to its place!
/ That powerful word, which issues promp behest,
/ Has agencies as powerful to perform!
- so thus combined
/ The builders in their energies, which tend
/ All to one given point, according to
/ The method of their work, as by behest;
/ The plan’s incorporated in their lives
/ As instinct, with no other knowledge theirs,
/ To make them run erratic from their toils
/ But give adherence faithfully to the end,
/ While forming rocky structures from the brine!
/ Though generations, as they build, may die
/ And in their works their bodies leave entombed
/ To petrify, (brave architects indeed!
/ They build their own mausoleum of fame!)—
/ Yet each, succeeding, takes the matter up
/ Where the preceeding left it, carrying on
/ The great design unaltered, till complete
/ It gains the water’s surface, and is stayed!
/ As they, to wherefores asked, would thus reply—
/ “Thus far no further our commission runs,
Stanzas — To the Memory of Wm. Swainson, Esq., F.R.S. &c., — Departed hence, December 7, 1855 in The New Zealand Survey
- So Nature’s secrets in her close retreats
/ He brought to light, drawn by his studious powers,
/ Expounding and comparing what were feats
/ Which else might have remained unknown till history’s latest hours.
- Though through all parts of nature, as a whole,
/ He could each labyrinth and nook survey,
/ As to him, darkness lighten’d were to day;
- The page of Nature with revealed Truth,
/ To a relationship he well could bring,
/ As from one Author both at first did spring,
/ That one the other might expound forsooth;
/ While thus their harmonies his soul could sing,
/ Anticipating bliss above, he bore his heavenward growth!
- On earth the works of God he has explored,
/ To aid his fellows of mankind to love
/ The author of their beings, and approve
/ Hiswond’rous ways; and in His will accord
/ Though seeming strange to ignorance, that strove
/ To give the lie to truths, which Nature teaches of her Lord.
To a Mountain Daisy in The New Zealand Survey
- But ye remind me when a youth,
/ How I felt grieved, with careless feet
/ To tread such beauties down! In truth
/ I felt so charmed with flowers so sweet!
/ And ye remind, when I would pore,
/ And ponder over nature’s page;
/ No other scenes then pleased me more
/ Than flow’ry fields, so as t’ engage
/ My fancy for the while!—But ah!
/ How like a dream those days have passed!
/ Yet recollections fond can draw
/ From those, some comfort, when downcast.
A Fine Morning in The New Zealand Survey
- While from the dark cloud the bright sun will assume
/ The smiles of sweet promise the day to sustain;
/ As lighting up glooms that would brood o’er the mind,
/ That we in sweet union with Nature may share
/ In happiest feelings, if pleasure inclined.
- So selfish, as having a right to complain;
/ We treat unknown reasons with sinful disdain;
/ Consid’ring all nature is under His care!
/ Since fair weather’s ours, let us never forget
/ T’ employ to good purpose the boon to us given
/ ’Tis thus we our gratitude best can declare
/ Bespeaking still farther the blessings of Heaven.
An Ode on Manawatu in The New Zealand Survey
- Long, long have those plains been enveloped in glooms—
/ That gloom of lone solitudes dreary and wild;
/ Though nature’s prolific in much that presumes
/ On richness, yet here every pleasure seem’d foiled,
/ For want of that culture, inhabitants bring
/ With them so enlightening, whence blessings accrue;
/ May soon thy time come of good change, when will spring
/ New beauties around thee, lone Manawatu!
Canto Fourth in The New Zealand Survey
- So whence the origin of those that be,
/ Replacing those of yore? but through that power
/ Invested in the laws of nature, which
/ Fills up the void, where needed, of a kind,
/ And in such power proclaim “a Great Supreme!”
/ Whose wisdom in the working of such laws
/ May well be traced, when truth is duly sought
/ T’impart instruction without erring aim,
/ Or such rebuke, as silence would “Conceit;”
/ Or prove some vain philosopher “a fool!”
- As science, now, strange secrets would reveal
/ In other ancient countries, which bespeak
/ Creative wisdom, and omniscient care,
/ With forethought unmistaken in its aim;
/ In other instances than only one,
/ Are manifest as shewn in changes wrought
/ Upon creations structure, in the lapse
/ Of untold ages, not to be o’erlooked,
/ Recorded all in Nature’s archives, which
/ Depositories prove of what has been;
/ For plants now found extinct are buried deep
/ In earth’s dark bosom, petrified, and changed
/ To other solid substances, the work
/ Of wond’rous revolutions long ere man
/ Was known to have existence; while their place,
/ And high above the stratum, they enjoyed,
/ Another race of vegetation fills!—
- Such shews how Nature’s work has been fulfilled
/ ’Mid change and revolution, since the time
/ Its ground was occupied by briny floods,
/ Or since the simple moss was all that grew!
- Thus ages upon ages as they’ve rolled
/ Unchronicled—save by the mystic marks
- Here, as elsewhere, must civilization’s power,
/ In industry, in enterprise, and skill,—
/ All three with ardent energy combined,
/ Must rise and conquer nature’s wildness, and
/ Upon her work far other changes bold
/ To bring her to subjection; thus, must mind,
/ As aided by pecuniary means,
/ Be stamped on stubborn matter, as a die
/ An image would impress on plastic things;
/ The while effecting in reality,
/ What fancy paints, a pleasing happy scene!
- Recalling now our thoughts to other scenes,
/ That speak of progress, be it e’er so slow,
/ From rude beginnings, to developments
/ Of great acheivements, Nature in her aims
/ Effected have along the course of time.
- So Nature’s loveliness—her first debut—
/ Has also got its time glass, where the sands
/ In constant running order soon may cease,
/ And shew her liable to other change!
/ The change, no matter when it may occur—
/ To-morrow—or, may hap, a thousand years—
/ Yet still ’twill come, and so perform its work,
/ Inductive to some future good, although
/ Its aspect ruinous might such deny!
- But much of time, in all external things
/ Concerning nature, or regarding man,
/ Must speak of change; as pleasures fresh arise,
/ They’ve but their space allotted to give joy;
/ Beyond that space are weariness and cares!
- when a law
/ Of nature is transgressed, it has a power
/ To render punishment, in which the weal
/ Of the delinquent is impaired, or lost
/ By the transgression made! Or when that law
/ Is duly well observed, it brings its gift
- such desolations oft have proved
/ A prelude to a nobler state of things
/ Laid forth, on Nature’s ample plan, and seen
/ To be admired, when such a work’s complete!
- So had we—when those periods had revolved,
/ Each in the other merging, as it came,
/ Long after the first passed—been straying found
/ Upon some sunny hillside, or the plain,
/ Our eye might hap’ to light upon some plant
/ Of promising appearance, differing much
/ In leaf, and stalk, from what around prevailed,
/ As lately germinated, or come forth,
/ To seek the rights existence ever claims
/ Upon the influence of sun and air
- So here creative power has been at work
/ Developing that law which is impressed
/ On nature and its agencies ordained,—
/ Though human wisdom scarcely such perceives;
/ The want was visible and must obtain
/ Its measure full!—The naked must be clothed!
/ Let not the purblind soul attribute more
/ To simple agency than what is due.
/ If such a law’s established, (it is seen
/ In the effects of light and heat upon
/ Organic things, inactive,) and that law
/ By some one agent, upon whom devolves
/ A certain duty, is performed aright;
/ Still He, who formed that “law” and such imposed
/ Upon the proper “actor,” must be wise,
/ And worthy the first homage of our hearts,
/ When we the wonders of His power survey,
/ As seen in Nature’s vast productiveness!
Canto Fifth in The New Zealand Survey
- Yon majestic trees,
/ Which have for ages stood the stormy blast,
/ Are destined soon to feel the settlers axe,
/ And by it be laid prostrate, as they are
/ Considered now mere cumbrers of that ground
/ He means to turn to fields of growing grain;
/ A noble change indeed! Thus nature wild
/ Must wear another aspect, feel renewed
/ With civilization introduced, where once
/ The wildest solitudes supremely reigned!
- As ’mid the revolution of events,
/ Old Nature’s aspect wild must be transformed,
/ And fresh resources be developed, where
/ Such seemingly once no existence had!
/ So now we see the work of bliss begun,
/ Appearances display a wonderous change
The Lonely Man.—A Song in The New Zealand Survey
- See each has his partner, a kind bosom friend,
/ Who with all his sorrows her soothings can blend;
/ But me, I’m forsaken—affection’s sweet tie
/ Assunder is broken—how sad, sad am I!
/ My fate must I mourn till this life ebbs its tide,
/ Since she whom I loved has forsaken my side;
/ So farewell to pleasures while thus made to sigh—
/ How cheerful is nature while sad, sad am I.
On a Meeting of Friends in The New Zealand Survey
- How pleasant ’tis truly to witness friends meeting,
/ Who long have been parted and strangers become,
/ When hands are extended and grasped, either greeting
/ With smiling sweet welcomes—each bosom’s a home!
/ Yes, truly, ’tis pleasant; ’tis like the sun beaming
/ On nature, who joyous exults in her sway,
/ Displaying her beauties, with summer flowers gleaming
/ In all their bright colors, a gorgeous display!
Preface in The New Zealand Survey
- with no small interest too can we regard the approach of Enterprize and Industry, each, as with bridegroom integrity, come to divest Nature of those solitary weeds in which she has long been arrayed, in order to deck her with the garb of art, thereby adding fresh beauties to her native comeliness!
- The humble emigrant, as well as him of larger means, who leaves the refinements of an old yet increasingly civilized mode of being, and departing for other scenes and trials of which he can have no just conception, though inspired with a hope of doing well, even such may well be regarded as “Knights exemplar” in respect to the work in which they engage, such as conquering not only the wildness of nature, but also in subduing the savageness of fellow beings run wild, while introducing civilization into their habits and their homes; thus paving the way for the expected approach of universal peace and brotherly affection.
- those feelings which are apt to preside in the breast of the admirer of Nature’s loveliness, as seen in her pristine solitudes.
A Retrospective Reverie. — On receiving the “Hamilton Advertiser” a provincial newspaper, sent from “Home,” 1859 in The New Zealand Survey
- Yes, Avon’s haugh seem, now adorn’d,
/ With arts achievments, giving beauty
/ To time worn aspects, while new grace
/ Imparting to rough nature’s face
/ As some had done a moral duty!
- These woodland heights in summer garb,
/ And verdant flowery leas forthspreading;
/ And sunny slopes where cottage bowers,
/ Amid their orchard shades, and flowers,
/ Look beautiful, an influence shedding,
Canto Second in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- Love’s that instinctive feeling which pervades
/ All Nature; but particularly in Man
/ ’Tis prominently shewn, as he begins
/ To feel the impulse, of progressive life,
/ Astir wilthin his breast. ’Tis then he feels
Canto Sixth in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- The ideal prize gave pleasue, while it was
- As when the sun dispels the misty cloud,
/ And shews around fair Nature in her charms!
A Lay on Wanganui in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- So see the flocks and herds around,
/ They tell of pastures most abundant,
/ And every homestead seem t’ abound
/ In industry’s rewards redundant!
/ No longer like a wilderness
/ Are spacious plains, as bleak and bare:
/ Now, ornamental trees express
/ Most cheering truths of culture there.
/ The parcel’d fields—the garden ground,
/ Improvement’s onward march reveal;
/ The country’s face adorn’d, is found
/ To promise much for future weal!
- Thus, devastations dire would prove
/ A prelude to some future bliss;
/ The soil enrich’d would now behove
/ The active settlers’ happiness:—
/ New, since old solitudes are past,
/ And day, with Nature, would arise
/ To scatter former glooms, She’d cast
/ Her lot in with bold enterprize:
/ And prove a handmaid good and true;
/ As crowning Industry with cheer;
/ And will as joyfully bestrew
/ Improvement’s path with blessings clear!
/ So, see around this truth proclaim’d
/ In mueh of largeness, still t’ encrease;
/ While more developments are aim’d
/ To know where her resources cease.
/ To fathom such would seem as vain
/ Where ample stores would overflow;
/ As merest effort makes each gain
/ A pledge, of what she’d yet bestow!
- But, mark the change; nor’-western gales
/ From, ocean’s bed the sands have sent
/ Mud-flats t’, and tell new tales
/ Of Nature on improvements bent!
/ The ancient bay would now appear
/ As smit by some Magician’s wand.
/ As billows in their fierce career
/ Had got transform’d to hills of sand!—
- Such has a voice to Nature’s Muse,
/ They tell, with no unmeaning sound,
/ How dread convulsions would confuse
/ All former scenes; confirm’d around!
- By Wanganui’s stream I strayed.
/ Contemplating the scenes around,
/ Where much of interest seem’d display’d
/ And Nature’s beauties would abound,
/ All to the eye, and to the mind
/ Contemplative, a tale would tell
/ Of yore, while promises combined
/ For future, they’d declare as well!
- How Nature like some lowly maid,
/ Who long has borne a lonely state
/ With all her virtues cast in shade,
/ Yet bowing meekly to her fate,
/ Since she no better knew,—Now see,
/ Her head is raised, the cheering smile
/ Illumes her count’nance; as with glee,
/ New hopes inspire her, as to foil
/ All heart depressions! See, no more
/ She’s passive, void of pleasure; it
/ Seems now her lot, with hopes in store
/ Of great rejoicings,— bliss most fit!
- To savage feuds, and deadly strife,
/ Though long thou hast a witness been;
/ Thou’rt waking to another life
/ Of usefulness, and joy, I ween!
- Each scene’s reflected beauty, round
/ Upon thy wave, inverted shewn,
/ Might lovely be; but not was found
/ The fond admirer such to own!
/ The sun would from meridian heights
/ Behold his gleamings on thy wave;
/ But none else there could take delight
/ In sparkling beauties shewn, or crave
/ The blessings thou couldst give to toil;
/ For all was Solitude around!—
/ How cheerless Nature’s brightest smile
/ Where no inhabitant is found!
/ Such, who might have enhanced the charms
/ Around, and made thee lovelier still;—
- For future needs, all round declare
/ Nature has ever been intent!—
Inspiration in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- His eye turn’d on the bubbling brook, which dimpling flow’d along
/ Between two flow’ry banks, he felt enamour’d with its song;
/ He heard its language, once unknown, in all its strains sublime;
/ And saw, in ceaseless rapid flow, the mighty course of Time!
/ Above the bridge, he saw pourtray’d time future coming on;
/ And there, beneath, at once discern’d time present,— past, anon.
/ Nay, whence the stream, and where it goes, as hid from straining eyes,
/ He there descried emphaticly, two vast Eternities.—
/ No better theme could him engage than the instructive brook;
/ Employment gladly got his pen, and soon he fill’d his book!
- Aside his head was turn’d, as if the sky aslant he’d view;
/ But ah! he had a vacant look, he seem’d to listen too.
/ Yet nought he saw, or heard, on which his pen he might employ,
/ Though Nature round had many charms, and all seem’d full of joy
/ “Come, heav’nly Inspiration, come! me aid,” at length he cried:
/ ‘Increase perception in my soul, and be my pen employed
/ I ready am t’ embrace what theme, on which thou may’st give light;
/ And well rewarded will I be, in having power to write.
Canto First in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- Such was the grand connecting link, which bound
/ To Heaven, earth, and all created things.
/ Love, pure untarnish’d love, like what exists
/ In souls seraphic, was the medium bond
- All Nature emanating from the will
/ Of Him who call’d creation from the depths
/ Of nothingness, into existence fair,
/ An impress bears of that impulse devine,
/ Which then accompanied the creating word,
/ Acknowledging the Author as Supreme!
/ Love is the badge by which man’s soul’s discern’d
/ To be the Image of th’ Eternal Sire;
- All other creatures had there partners meet;
/ The songs of birds, and other bestial sounds,
/ Met from their fellows sympathetic strains:
/ Thus joy would answer joy, to shew their loves
/ Were not in waste, or vain, or void of aim!
- At such a sight, who can declare the joy
/ That took possession of him? Wonder-rapt
/ At such display of beauty, and of grace;
/ Love fired his heart more ardently, which made
/ Him bound t’ embrace the object he admired,
/ His counterpart,—Companion of his life!
/ Th’ emotions he sustain’d from Nature’s charms
/ Were now so vastly multiplied, he felt
/ As Paradise itself had got renew’d,
/ And former loves intensified become!
/ His heart beat high within him; his whole soul
/ Was full of rapture, and ecstatic praise!
Canto Third in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- the sunny scene,—a landscape fair
/ Of villas, fields, and rills, with woodland heights
/ At distance gleaming,—all, where Nature gay
/ Displays her beauties ’neath the blest effects
/ Of a bright atmosphere, and cheering beams
/ Of summer’s sun;
The Picture of a Poet in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- Ev’n bestial tribes, in Nature’s family,
/ Will in him find, (like some anomaly)
/ A good interpreter, who can apply
/ His powers of good address,
/ Or other mood
/ In their behalf, their feelings to express,
- His nature chiefly is composed of love;
/ Though his the shrinking meekness of a dove;
/ Yet fervent are—as kindled from above—
/ Th’ emotions of his soul;
/ While Nature round
/ Would stir his latent raptures, which control
/ His actions chief;
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