add, that his minor Pieces, which have been long before the public, when they shall be properly arranged, will be found by the attentive Reader to have such connection with the main Work as may give them claim to be likened to the little cells, oratories, and sepulchral recesses, ordinarily inIcluded in those edifices. The Author would not have deemed himself justified in saying, upon this occasion, so much of performances either unfinished or unpublished, if he had not thought that labor bestowed by him upon what he has heretofore and now laid before the Public, entitled him to candid attention for such a statement as he thinks necessary to throw light upon his endeavors to please, and, he would hope, to benefit, his countrymen. Nothing further need be added, than that the first and third parts of The Recluse will consist chiefly of meditations in the Author's own person; and that in the intermediate part (The Excursion) the intervention of characters speaking is employed, and something of a dramatic form adopted. It is not the Author's intention formally to an-. nounce a system: it was more animating to him to proceed in a different course; and if he shall succeed in conveying to the mind clear thoughts, lively images, and strong feelings, the Reader will have no difficulty in extracting the system for himself. And in the mean time the following passage, taken from the conclusion of the first book of The Recluse, may be acceptable as a kind of Prospectus of the design and scope of the whole Poem. "On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, Fair trains of imagery before me rise, P'ure, or with no unpleasing sadness mixed; And dear remembrances, whose presence soothes Of moral strength, and intellectual Power; To Conscience only, and the law supreme I sing: 'fit audience let me find, though few!' "So prayed, more gaining than he asked, the Bard, In holiest mood. Urania, I shall need Thy guidance, or a greater Muse, if such For I must tread on shadowy ground, must sink Deep, and, aloft ascending, breathe in worlds - To which the heaven of heavens is but a veil. 1 Of shouting Angels, and the empyreal thrones, — I pass them unalarmed. Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus. Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreams, can breed such fear and awe. As fall upon us often when we look Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man, My haunt, and the main region of my song.. Which craft of delicate Spirits hath composed An hourly neighbor. Paradise, and groves Or a mere fiction of what never was? - Such grateful haunts foregoing, if I oft : Must turn elsewhere, to travel near the tribes Within the walls of cities, may these sounds A gift of genuine insight; that my Song Of those mutations that extend their sway Throughout the nether sphere! And if with this Contemplating; and who and what he was, - This Vision; when and where, and how he lived; Be not this labor useless. If such theme May sort with highest objects, then- dread Power! Whose gracious favor is the primal source Of all illumination may my life Express the image of a better time, More wise desires, and simpler manners; - nurse My Heart in genuine freedom: all pure thoughts be with me; so shall thy unfailing love Guide, and support, and cheer me to the end!" |