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Aloft, recumbent o'er the hanging ridge,

       The brown woods waved; while ever-trickling springs

       Wash'd from the naked roots of oak and pine

       The crumbling soil; and still at every fall 280

       Down the steep windings of the channel'd rock,

       Remurmuring rush'd the congregated floods

       With hoarser inundation; till at last

       They reach'd a grassy plain, which from the skirts

       Of that high desert spread her verdant lap,

       And drank the gushing moisture, where confined

       In one smooth current, o'er the lilied vale

       Clearer than glass it flow'd. Autumnal spoils

       Luxuriant spreading to the rays of morn,

       Blush'd o'er the cliffs, whose half-encircling mound 290

       As in a sylvan theatre enclosed

       That flowery level. On the river's brink

       I spied a fair pavilion, which diffused

       Its floating umbrage 'mid the silver shade

       Of osiers. Now the western sun reveal'd

       Between two parting cliffs his golden orb,

       And pour'd across the shadow of the hills,

       On rocks and floods, a yellow stream of light

       That cheer'd the solemn scene. My listening powers

       Were awed, and every thought in silence hung, 300

       And wondering expectation. Then the voice

       Of that celestial power, the mystic show

       Declaring, thus my deep attention call'd:—

      'Inhabitant of earth, [Endnote S] to whom is given

       The gracious ways of Providence to learn,

       Receive my sayings with a steadfast ear—

       Know then, the Sovereign Spirit of the world,

       Though, self-collected from eternal time,

       Within his own deep essence he beheld

       The bounds of true felicity complete, 310

       Yet by immense benignity inclined

       To spread around him that primeval joy

       Which fill'd himself, he raised his plastic arm,

       And sounded through the hollow depths of space

       The strong, creative mandate. Straight arose

       These heavenly orbs, the glad abodes of life,

       Effusive kindled by his breath divine

       Through endless forms of being. Each inhaled

       From him its portion of the vital flame,

       In measure such, that, from the wide complex 320

       Of coexistent orders, one might rise,

       One order, [Endnote T] all-involving and entire.

       He too, beholding in the sacred light

       Of his essential reason, all the shapes

       Of swift contingence, all successive ties

       Of action propagated through the sum

       Of possible existence, he at once,

       Down the long series of eventful time,

       So fix'd the dates of being, so disposed,

       To every living soul of every kind 330

       The field of motion and the hour of rest,

       That all conspired to his supreme design,

       To universal good: with full accord

       Answering the mighty model he had chose,

       The best and fairest [Endnote U] of unnumber'd worlds

       That lay from everlasting in the store

       Of his divine conceptions. Nor content,

       By one exertion of creative power

       His goodness to reveal; through every age,

       Through every moment up the tract of time, 340

       His parent hand with ever new increase

       Of happiness and virtue has adorn'd

       The vast harmonious frame: his parent hand,

       From the mute shell-fish gasping on the shore,

       To men, to angels, to celestial minds,

       For ever leads the generations on

       To higher scenes of being; while, supplied

       From day to day with his enlivening breath,

       Inferior orders in succession rise

       To fill the void below. As flame ascends, [Endnote V] 350

       As bodies to their proper centre move,

       As the poised ocean to the attracting moon

       Obedient swells, and every headlong stream

       Devolves its winding waters to the main;

       So all things which have life aspire to God,

       The sun of being, boundless, unimpair'd,

       Centre of souls! Nor does the faithful voice

       Of Nature cease to prompt their eager steps

       Aright; nor is the care of Heaven withheld

       From granting to the task proportion'd aid; 360

       That in their stations all may persevere

       To climb the ascent of being, and approach

       For ever nearer to the life divine.—

      'That rocky pile thou seest, that verdant lawn

       Fresh-water'd from the mountains. Let the scene

       Paint in thy fancy the primeval seat

       Of man, and where the Will Supreme ordain'd

      

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