Of good or bad (whate'er be sought for or profest) 90 Lie in the means required, or ways ordained, If cowardly concession still must feed 95 100 The thirst for power in men who ne'er concede; 105 I 10 Lost people, trained to theoretic feud! Lost above all, ye labouring multitude! Bewildered whether ye, by slanderous tongues Deceived, mistake calamities for wrongs; And over fancied usurpations brood, Oft snapping at revenge in sullen mood; Or, from long stress of real injuries fly To desperation for a remedy; 115 In bursts of outrage spread your judgments wide, And to your wrath cry out, "Be thou our guide;" 120 Or, bound by oaths, come forth to tread earth's floor In marshalled thousands, darkening street and moor With the worst shape mock-patience ever wore ; Or, to the giddy top of self-esteem 129 By Flatterers carried, mount into a dream 125 reap 134 140 Fields gaily sown when promises were cheap.- Storms make in rising, valued in the moon 145 If thou persist, and, scorning moderation, Spread for thyself the snares of tribulation, Whom, then, shall meekness guard? What saving skill 149 Lie in forbearance, strength in standing still? -Soon shall the widow (for the speed of Time IV. Nought equals when the hours are winged with crime) Widow, or wife, implore on tremulous knee, From him who judged her lord, a like decree; The skies will weep o'er old men desolate: 155 Ye little-ones! Earth shudders at your fate, Outcasts and homeless orphans But turn, my Soul, and from the sleeping pair Learn thou the beauty of omniscient care! Be strong in faith, bid anxious thoughts lie still; Seek for the good and cherish it—the ill Oppose, or bear with a submissive will. 1833. 161 XXXVI. If this great world of joy and pain If freedom, set, will rise again, 1833. XXXVII. THE LABOURER'S NOON-DAY HYMN. Up to the throne of God is borne 5 Nor will he turn his ear aside What though our burthen be not light Blest are the moments, doubly blest, Upon the service of our God! Each field is then a hallowed spot, An altar is in each man's cot, A church in every grove that spreads Look up to Heaven! the industrious Sun Lord! since his rising in the East, 10 15 20 25 Help with thy grace, through life's short day, Our upward and our downward way; And glorify for us the west, When we shall sink to final rest. 30 1834. XXXVIII. ODE, COMPOSED ON MAY MORNING. WHILE from the purpling east departs Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts, A quickening hope, a freshening glee, Foreran the expected Power, Whose first-drawn breath from bush and tree Shakes off that pearly shower. All Nature welcomes Her whose sway And hums the balmy air to still The balance of delight. 5 10 15 Time was, blest Power! when youths and maids At реер of dawn would rise, And wander forth, in forest glades Thy birth to solemnize. Though mute the song-to grace the rite Untouched the hawthorn bough, Thy Spirit triumphs o'er the slight; Man changes, but not Thou! Thy feathered Lieges bill and wings In love's disport employ ; Warmed by thy influence, creeping things 20 25 |