Greenfield Hill: a poem, in seven parts. I. The prospect. II. The flourishing village. III. The burning of Fairfield. IV. The destruction of the Pequods. V. The clergyman's advice to the villagers. VI. The farmer's advice to the villagers. VII. The vision, or prospect of the future happiness of America. / By Timothy Dwight. D.D.

GREENFIELD HILL A POEM.

THE ARGUMENT.

SPRING—General Prospect—View of the Inland Country—Of the beauty of Vegetation at the time of Harvest—Of the happy state of the Inhabitants—Men esteemed in New-England according to their personal qualities—State of New-England—Connecticut—State of Society in Europe con|trasted to that of New-England—People of New-England ex|horted not to copy the Government, Manners, &c. of other nations—Remembrance of the late Councils and Armies of the United States—Prospect of the Country between Greenfield Hill and the Sound—Description of the Sound—Retrospect of the troubles occasioned by the British Marauding Parties—Wish for perpetual Peace—Beauty of the Scenes of Nature—Happiness of a Clergyman in the Country—Address to the Clergy.

GREENFIELD HILL. PART I. THE PROSPECT.

FROM southern isles, on winds of gentlest wing, Sprinkled with morning dew, and rob'd in green, Life in her eye, and music in her voice, Lo Spring returns, and wakes the world to joy! Forth creep the smiling herbs; expand the flowers;Line 5 New-loos'd, and bursting from their icy bonds, The streams fresh-warble, and through every mead Convey reviving verdure; every bough, Full-blown and lovely, teems with sweets and songs; And hills, and plains, and pastures feel the prime.Line 10

As round me here I gaze, what prospects rise? Etherial! matchless! such as Albion's sons, Could Albion's isle an equal prospect boast, In all the harmony of numerous song, Had tun'd to rapture, and o'er Cooper's hill,Line 15 And Windsor's beauteous forest, high uprais'd, And sent on fame's light wing to every clime. Far inland, blended groves, and azure hills, Skirting the broad horizon, lift their pride. Beyond, a little chasm to view unfoldsLine 20 Cerulean mountains, verging high on Heaven, In misty grandeur. Stretch'd in nearer view, Unnumber'd farms salute the cheerful eye; Contracted there to little gardens; here outspread Line 25

Spacious, with pastures, fields, and meadows rich;Line 25 Where the young wheat it's glowing green displays, Or the dark soil bespeaks the recent plough, Or flocks and herds along the lawn disport.

Fair is the landschape; but a fairer still Shall soon inchant the soul—when harvest fullLine 30 Waves wide its bending wealth. Delightful task! To trace along the rich, enamell'd ground, The sweetly varied hues; from India's corn, Whose black'ning verdure bodes a bounteous crop, Through lighter grass, and lighter still the flax,Line 35 The paler oats, the yellowish barley, wheat In golden glow, and rye in brighter gold. These soon the sight shall bless. Now other scenes The heart dilate, where round, in rural pride The village spreads its tidy, snug retreats,Line 40 That speak the industry of every hand.

How bless'd the sight of such a numerous train In such small limits, tasting every good Of competence, of independence, peace, And liberty unmingled; every houseLine 45 On its own ground, and every happy swain Beholding no superior, but the laws, And such as virtue, knowledge, useful life, And zeal, exerted for the public good, Have rais'd above the throng. For here, in truth,Line 50 Not in pretence, man is esteem'd as man. Not here how rich, of what peculiar blood, Or office high; but of what genuine worth, What talents bright and useful, what good deeds, What piety to God, what love to man,Line 55 The question is. To this an answer fair The general heart secures. Full many a rich, Vile knave, full many a blockhead, proud Of ancient blood, these eyes have seen float down Line 60

Life's dirty kennel, trampled in the mud,Line 60 Stepp'd o'er unheeded, or push'd rudely on; While Merit, rising from her humble skiff To barks of nobler, and still nobler size, Sail'd down the expanding stream, in triumph gay, By every ship saluted.Line 65

Hail, O hail My much-lov'd native land! New Albion hail! The happiest realm, that, round his circling course, The all-searching sun beholds. What though the breath Of Zembla's winter shuts thy lucid streams,Line 70 And hardens into brass thy generous soil; Though, with one white, and cheerless robe, thy hills, Invested, rise a long and joyless waste; Leafless the grove, and dumb the lonely spray, And every pasture mute: What though with clearLine 75 And fervid blaze, thy summer rolls his car, And drives the languid herd, and fainting flock To seek the shrouding umbrage of the dale; While Man, relax'd and feeble, anxious waits The dewy eve, to slake his thirsty frame:Line 80 What though thy surface, rocky, rough, and rude, Scoop'd into vales, or heav'd in lofty hills, Or cloud-embosom'd mountains, dares the plough, And threatens toil intense to every swain: What though foul Calumny, with voice malign,Line 85 Thy generous sons, with every virtue grac'd, Accus'd of every crime, and still rolls down The kennell'd stream of impudent abuse: Yet to high HEAVEN my ardent praises rise, That in thy lightsome vales he gave me birth,Line 90 All-gracious, and allows me still to live.

Cold is thy clime, but every western blast Brings health, and life, and vigour on his wings; Innerves the steely frame, and firms the soul Line 95

With strength and hardihood; wakes each boldLine 95 And manly purpose; bears above the ills, That stretch, upon the rack, the languid heart Of summer's maiden sons, in pleasure's lap, Dandled to dull repose. Exertion strong Marks their whole life. Mountains before them sinkLine 100 To mole-hills; oceans bar their course in vain. Thro' the keen wintry wind they breast their way, Or summer's fiercest flame. Dread dangers rouse Their hearts to pleasing conflict; toils and woes, Quicken their ardour: while, in milder climes,Line 105 Their peers effeminate they see, with scorn On lazy plains, dissolv'd in putrid sloth, And struggling hard for being. Thy rough soil Tempts hardy labour, with his sturdy team, To turn, with sinewy hand, the stony glebe,Line 110 And call forth every comfort from the mould, Unpromising, but kind. Thy houses, barns, Thy granaries, and thy cellars, hence are stor'd With all the sweets of life: while, thro' thy realm, A native beggar rarely pains the sight.Line 115

Thy summer glows with heat; but choicest fruits Hence purple in the sun; hence sparkling flowers Gem the rich landschape; double harvests hence Load the full fields: pale Famine scowls aloof, And Plenty wantons round thy varied year.Line 120

Rough is thy surface; but each landschape bright, With all of beauty, all of grandeur dress'd, Of mountains, hills, and sweetly winding vales, Of forests, groves, and lawns, and meadows green, And waters, varied by the plastic hand,Line 125 Through all their fairy splendour, ceaseless charms, Poetic eyes. Springs bubbling round the year, Gay-wand'ring brooks, wells at the surface full, Yield life, and health, and joy, to every house, Line 130

And every vivid field. Rivers, with foamy course,Line 130 Pour o'er the ragged cliff the white cascade, And roll unnumber'd mills; or, like the Nile, Fatten the beauteous interval; or bear The sails of commerce through the laughing groves.

With wisdom, virtue, and the generous loveLine 135 Of learning, fraught, and freedom's living flame, Electric, unextinguishable, fir'd, Our Sires established, in thy cheerful bounds, The noblest institutions, man has seen, Since time his reign began: In little farmsLine 140 They measur'd all thy realms, to every child In equal shares descending; no entail The first-born lifting into bloated pomp, Tainting with lust, and sloth, and pride, and rage, The world around him: all the race beside,Line 145 Like brood of ostrich, left for chance to rear, And every foot to trample. Reason's sway Elective, founded on the rock of truth, Wisdom their guide, and equal good their end, They built with strength, that mocks the battering storm,Line 150 And spurns the mining flood; and every right Dispens'd alike to all. Beneath their eye, And forming hand, in every hamlet, rose The nurturing school; in every village, smil'd The heav'n-inviting church, and every townLine 155 A world within itself, with order, peace, And harmony, adjusted all its weal.

Hence every swain, free, happy, his own lord, With useful knowledge fraught, of business, laws, Morals, religion, life, unaw'd by man,Line 160 And doing all, but ill, his heart can wish, Looks round, and finds strange happiness his own; And sees that happiness on laws depend. On this heav'n-laid foundation rests thy sway; Line 165

On knowledge to discern, and sense to feel,Line 165 That free-born rule is life's perennial spring Of real good. On this alone it rests. For, could thy sons a full conviction feel, That government was noxious, without arms, Without intrigues, without a civil broil,Line 170 As torrents sweep the sand-built structure down, A vote would wipe it's every trace away. Hence too each breast is steel'd for bold defence; For each has much to lose. Chosen by all, The messenger of peace, by all belov'd,Line 175 Spreads, hence, the truth and virtue, he commands. Hence manners mild, and sweet, their peaceful sway Widely extend. Resinement of the heart Illumes the general mass. Even those rude hills, Those deep embow'ring woods, in other landsLine 180 Prowl'd round by savages, the same soft scenes, Mild manners, order, virtue, peace, disclose; The howling forest polish'd as the plain.

From earliest years, the same enlightened soul Founded bright schools of science. Here the mindLine 185 Learn'd to expand it's wing, and stretch it's flight Through truth's broad fields. Divines, and lawyers, hence, Physicians, statesmen, all with wisdom fraught, And learning, suited to the use of life, And minds, by business, sharpen'd into sense,Line 190 Sagacious of the duty, and the weal, Of man, spring numberless; and knowledge hence Pours it's ssalubrious streams, through all the spheres Of human life. Its bounds, and generous scope, Hence Education opens, spreading farLine 195 Through the bold yeomanry, that fill thy climes, Views more expanded, generous, just, refin'd, Than other nations know. In other lands, The mass of man, scarce rais'd above the brutes, Line 200

Drags dull the horsemill round of sluggish life:Line 200 Nought known, beyond their daily toil; all else By ignorance' dark curtain hid from sight. He•• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 glorious contrast! every mind, inspir'd With active inquisition, restless wings Its flight to every flower, and, settling, drinksLine 205 Largely the sweets of knowledge.

Candour, say, Is this a state of life, thy honest tongue Could blacken? These a race of men, thy page Could hand to infamy? The shameful taskLine 210 Thy foes at first began, and still thy foes, Laborious, weave the web of lies. 'Tis hence The generous traveller round him looks, amaz'd, And wonders at our unexpected bliss.

But chief, Connecticut! on thy fair breastLine 215 These splendours glow▪ A rich improvement smiles Around thy lovely borders; in thy fields And all that in thy fields delighted dwell. Here that pure, golden mean, so oft of yore By sages wish'd, and prais'd, by Agur's voiceLine 220 Implor'd, while God th' approving sanction gave Of wisdom infinite; that golden mean, Shines unalloy'd; and here the extended good, That mean alone secures, is ceaseless found.

Oh, would some faithful, wise, laborious mind,Line 225 Develope all thy springs of bliss to man; Soon would politic visions fleet away, Before awakening truth! Utopias then, Ancient and new, high fraught with fairy good, Would catch no more the heart. PhilosophyLine 230 Would bow to common-sense; and man, from facts, And real life, politic wisdom learn.

Ah then, thou favour'd land, thyself revere! Look not to Europe, for examples just Of order, manners, customs, doctrines, laws,Line 235 Of happiness, or virtue. Cast around The eye of searching reason, and declare What Europe proffers, but a patchwork sway; The garment Gothic, worn to fritter'd shreds, And eked from every loom of following times.Line 240 Such as his sway, the system shows entire, Of silly pomp, and meanness train'd t' adore; Of wealth enormous, and enormous want; Of lazy sinecures, and suffering toil; Of grey-beard systems, and meteorous dreams;Line 245 Of lordly churches, and dissention fierce, Rites farsical, and phrenzied unbelief. See thick and fell her lowering gibbets stand, And gibbets still employ'd! while, through thy realms, The rare-seen felon startles every mindLine 250 And fills each mouth with news. Behold her jails Countless, and stow'd with wretches of all kinds! Her brothels, circling, with their tainted walls, Unnumber'd female outcasts, shorne from life, Peace, penitence, and hope; and down, down plung'dLine 255 In vice' unbottom'd gulph! Ye demons, rise, Rise, and look upward, from your dread abode; And, if you've tears to shed, distil them here! See too, in countless herds, the mistress vile. Even to the teeth of matron sanctity,Line 260 Lift up her shameless bronze, and elbow out The pure, the chaste, the lovely angel-form Of female excellence! while leachers rank, and Bloated, call aloud on vengeance' worms, To seize their prey, on this side of the grave.Line 265 See the foul theatre, with Upaz steams, Impoisoning half mankind! See every heart And head from dunghills up to thrones, moon'd high

With fashion, frippery, falling humbly down To a new head-dress; barbers, milliners,Line 270 Taylors, and mantua-makers, forming gods, Their fellow-millions worship! See the world All set to sale; truth, friendship, public trust, A nation's weal, religion, scripture, oaths, Struck off by inch of candle! Mark the mien,Line 275 Out-changing the Cameleon; pleasing all, And all deceiving! Mark the snaky tongue, Now lightly vibrating, now hissing death! See war, from year to year, from age to age, Unceasing, open on mankind the gatesLine 280 Of devastation; earth wet-deep with blood, And pav'd with corpses; cities whelm'd in flames; And fathers, brothers, husbands, sons, and friends, In millions hurried to th' untimely tomb; To gain a wigwam, built on Nootka Sound,Line 285 Or Falkland's fruitful isles; or to secure That rare soap-bubble, blown by children wise, Bloated in air, and ting'd with colours fine, Pursu'd by thousands, and with rapture nam'd National honour. But what powers sufficeLine 290 To tell the sands, that form the endless beach, Or drops, that fill the immeasurable deep.

Say then, ah say, would'st thou for these exchange Thy sacred institutions? thy mild laws? Thy pure religion? morals uncorrupt?Line 295 Thy plain and honest manners? order, peace, And general weal? Think whence this weal arose. From the same springs it still shall ceaseless rise. Preserve the fountains sweet, and sweetest streams Shall still flow from them. Change, but change alone,Line 300 By wise improvement of thy blessings rare; And copy not from others. Shun the lures Of Europe. Cherish still, watch, hold,

And hold through every trial, every snare, All that is thine. Amend, resine, complete;Line 305 But still the glorious stamina retain. Still, as of yore, in church, and state, elect The virtuous, and the wise; men tried, and prov'd, Of steady virtue, all thy weal to guide; And HEAVEN shall bless thee, with a parent's hand.Line 310

When round I turn my raptur'd eyes, with joy O'erflowing, and thy wonderous bliss survey, I love to think of those, by whom that bliss Was purchas'd; those firm councils, that brave band, Who nobly jeoparded their lives, their all,Line 315 And cross'd temptation's whirlpool, to secure, For us, and ours, this rich estate of good. Ye souls illustrious, who, in danger's field, Instinct with patriot fire, each terror brav'd; And fix'd as these firm hills, the shock withstoodLine 320 Of war's convulsing earthquake, unappall'd, Whilst on your labours gaz'd, with reverent eyes, The pleas'd and wondering world; let every good, Life knows, let peace, esteem, domestic bliss, Approving conscience, and a grateful land,Line 325 Glory through every age, and Heaven at last, To crown the splendid scene, your toils reward.

Heavens, what a matchless group of beauties rare Southward expands! where, crown'd with yon tall oak, Round-hill the circling land and sea o'erlooks;Line 330 Or, smoothly sloping, Grover's beauteous rise, Spreads it's green sides, and lifts its single tree, Glad mark for seamen; or, with ruder face, Orchards, and fields, and groves, and houses rare, And scatter'd cedars, Mill-hill meets the eye;Line 335 Or where, beyond, with every beauty clad, More distant heights in vernal pride ascend. On either side, a long, continued range,

In all the charms of rural nature dress'd, Slopes gently to the main. Ere Tryon sunkLine 340 To infamy unfathom'd, thro' yon groves Once glister'd Norwalk's white-ascending spires, And soon, if HEAVEN permit, shall shine again. Here, sky-encircled, Stratford's churches beam; And Stratfield's turrets greet the roving eye.Line 345 In clear, full view, with every varied charm, That forms the finish'd landschape, blending soft In matchless union, Fairfield and Green's Farms Give lustre to the day. Here, crown'd with pines And skirting groves, with creeks and havens fairLine 350 Embellish'd, fed with many a beauteous stream, Prince of the waves, and ocean's favorite child, Far westward fading in confusion blue, And eastward stretch'd beyond the human ken, And mingled with the sky, there Longa's SoundLine 355 Glorious expands. All hail! of waters first In beauties of all kinds; in prospects rich Of bays, and arms, and groves, and little streams, Inchanting capes and isles, and rivers broad, That yield eternal tribute to thy wave!Line 360 In use supreme: fish of all kinds, all tastes, Scaly or shell'd, with floating nations fill Thy spacious realms; while, o'er thy lucid waves, Unceasing Commerce wings her countless sails, Safe in thy arms, the treasure moves along,Line 365 While, beat by Longa's coast, old ocean roars Distant, but roars in vain. O'er all thy bounds, What varied beauties, changing with the sun, Or night's more lovely queen, here splendid glow. Oft, on thy eastern wave, the orb of lightLine 370 Refulgent rising, kindles wide a field Of mimic day, slow sailing to the west, And fading with the eve; and oft, through clouds; Painting their dark skirts on the glassy plain, Line 375

The strong, pervading lustre marks th' expanse,Line 375 With streaks of glowing silver, or with spots Of burnish'd gold; while clouds, of every hue, Their purple shed, their amber, yellow, grey, Along the faithful mirror. Oft, at eve, Thron'd in the eastern sky, th' ascending moon,Line 380 Distain'd with blood, sits awful o'er the wave, And, from the dim dark waters, troubled calls Her dreary image, trembling on the deep, And boding every horror. Round yon isles, Where every Triton, every Nereid, borneLine 385 From eastern climes, would find perpetual home, Were Grecian fables true, what charms intrance The fascinated eye! where, half withdrawn Behind yon vivid slope, like blushing maids, They leave the raptur'd gaze. And O how fairLine 390 Bright Longa spreads her terminating shore, Commix'd with whit'ning cliffs, with groves obscure, Farms shrunk to garden-beds, and forests fallen To little orchards, slow-ascending hills, And dusky vales, and plains! These the pleas'd eyeLine 395 Relieve, engage, delight; with one unchang'd, Unbounded ocean, wearied, and displeas'd.

Yet scarce six suns are pass'd, since these wide bounds, So still so lovely now, were wanton'd o'er By sails of British foes, with thunders dreadLine 400 Announcing desolation to each field, Each town, and hamlet; in the sheltering night Wafting base throngs of plunderers to our coast, The bed of peace invading; herds and flocks Purloining from the swain; and oft the houseLine 405 Of innocence and peace, in cruel flames With sell revenge, encircling. Now, afar With shame retir'd, his bands no more, no more (And oh may HEAVEN the fond prediction seal) Line 410

Shall hostile bands, from earth's extended bounds,Line 410 Th' infernal talk resume. Henceforth, through time, To peace devoted, 'till millenian suns Call forth returning Eden, arts of peace Shall triumph here. Speed, oh speed, ye days Of bliss divine! when all-involving HEAVEN,Line 415 The mystery finish'd, come the second birth Of this sin-ruin'd, this apostate world, And clos'd the final scene of wild misrule, All climes shall clothe again with life, and joy, With peace, and purity; and deathless springLine 420 Again commence her bright, etherial reign.

O who can paint, like Nature? who can boast Such scenes, as here inchant the lingering eye? Still to thy hand, great parent of the year! I turn obsequious; still to all thy worksLine 425 Of beauty, grandeur, novelty, and power, Of motion, light, and life, my beating heart Plays unison; and, with harmonious thrill, Inhales such joys, as Avarice never knew.

Ah! knew he but his happiness, of menLine 430 Not the least happy he, who, free from broils, And base ambition, vain and bust'ling pomp, Amid a friendly cure, and competence, Tastes the pure pleasure of parochial life. What though no crowd of clients, at his gate,Line 435 To falshood, and injustice, bribe his tongue, And flatter into guilt; what though no bright, And gilded prospects lure ambition on To legislative pride, or chair of state; What though no golden dreams entice his mindLine 440 To burrow, with the mole, in dirt, and mire; What though no splendid villa, Eden'd round With gardens of enchantment, walks of state, And all the grandeur of superfluous wealth, Line 445

Invite the passenger to stay his steed,Line 445 And ask the liveried foot-boy, "who dwells here?" What though no swarms, around his sumptuous board, Of soothing flatterers, humming in the shine Of opulence, and honey, from its flowers, Devouring, 'till their time arrives to sting,Line 450 Inflate his mind; his virtues, round the year, Repeating, and his faults, with microscope Inverted, lessen, 'till they steal from sight: Yet, from the dire temptations, these present, His state is free; temptations, few can stem;Line 455 Temptations, by whose sweeping torrent hurl'd Down the dire steep of guilt, unceasing fall, Sad victims, thousands of the brightest minds, That time's dark reign adorn; minds, to whose grasp Heaven seems most freely offer'd; to man's eye,Line 460 Most hopeful candidates for angels' joys.

His lot, that wealth, and power, and pride forbids, Forbids him to become the tool of fraud, Injustice, misery, ruin; saves his soul From all the needless labours, griefs, and cares,Line 465 That avarice, and ambition, agonize; From those cold nerves of wealth, that, palsied, feel No anguish, but its own; and ceaseless lead To thousand meannesses, as gain allures.

Though oft compell'd to meet the gross attackLine 470 Of shameless ridicule, and towering pride, Sufficient good is his; good, real, pure, With guilt unmingled. Rarely forc'd from home, Around his board, his wife and children smile; Communion sweetest, nature here can give,Line 475 Each fond endearment, office of delight, With love and duty blending. Such the joy, My bosom oft has known. His, too, the task, To rear the infant plants, that bud around; Line 480

To ope their little minds to truth's pure light;Line 480 To take them by the hand, and lead them on, In that straight, narrow road, where virtue walks; To guard them from a vain, deceiving world; And point their course to realms of promis'd life.

His too th' esteem of those, who weekly hearLine 485 His words of truth divine; unnumber'd acts Of real love attesting, to his eye, Their filial tenderness. Where'er he walks, The friendly welcome and inviting smile Wait on his steps, and breathe a kindred joy.Line 490

Oft too in friendliest Association join'd, He greets his brethren, with a flowing heart, Flowing with virtue; all rejoic'd to meet, And all reluctant parting; every aim, Benevolent, aiding with purpose kind;Line 495 While, season'd with unblemish'd cheerfulness, Far distant from the tainted mirth of vice, Their hearts disclose each contemplation sweet Of things divine; and blend in friendship pure, Friendship sublim'd by piety and love.Line 500

All virtue's friends are his: the good, the just, The pious, to his house their visits pay, And converse high hold of the true, the fair, The wonderful, the moral, the divine: Of saints, and prophets, patterns bright of truth,Line 505 Lent to a world of sin, to teach mankind, How virtue, in that world, can live, and shine; Of learning's varied realms; of Nature's works; And that bless'd book, which gilds man's darksome way, With light from heaven; of bless'd Messiah's throneLine 510 And kingdom; prophesies divine fulfill'd, And prophesies more glorious, yet to come, In renovated days; of that bright world,

And all the happy trains, which that bright world Inhabit, whither virtue's sons are gone:Line 515 While GOD the whole inspires, adorns, exalts, The source, the end, the substance, and the soul.

This too the task, the bless'd, the useful task, To' invigour order, justice, law, and rule; Peace to extend, and bid contention cease;Line 520 To teach the words of life; to lead mankind Back from the wild of guilt, and brink of woe, To virtue's house and family; faith, hope, And joy, t' inspire; to warm the soul, With love to GOD, and man; to cheer the sad,Line 525 To fix the doubting, rouse the languid heart; The wandering to restore; to spread with down, The thorny bed of death; console the poor, Departing mind, and aid its lingering wing.

To him, her choicest pages Truth expands,Line 530 Unceasing, where the soul-intrancing scenes, Poetic fiction boasts, are real all: Where beauty, novelty, and grandeur, wear Superior charms, and moral worlds unfold Sublimities, transporting and divine.Line 535

Not all the scenes, Philosophy can boast, Tho' them with nobler truths he ceaseless blends, Compare with these. They, as they found the mind, Still leave it; more inform'd, but not more wise. These wiser, nobler, better, make the man.Line 540

Thus every happy mean of solid good His life, his studies, and profession yield. With motives hourly new, each rolling day, Allures, through wisdom's path, and truth's fair field, His feet to yonder sskies. Before him heavenLine 545 Shines bright, the scope sublime of all his prayers, The meed of every sorrow, pain, and toil.

Then, O ye happy few! whom GOD allows To stand his messengers, in this bad world, And call mankind to virtue, weep no more,Line 550 Though pains and toils betide you: for what life, On earth, from pains and toils was ever free? When Wealth and Pride around you gaily spread Their vain and transient splendour, envy not. How oft (let virtue weep!) is this their all?Line 555 For you, in sunny prospect, daily spring Joys, which nor Pride can Taste, nor Wealth can boast; That, planted here, beyond the wintery grave Revive and grow with ever vernal bloom.

Hail these, oh hail! and be 't enough for you,Line 560 To 'scape a world unclean; a life to lead Of usefulness, and truth; a Prince to serve, Who suffers no sincere and humble toil To miss a rich reward; in Death's dark vale, To meet unbosom'd light; beyond the graveLine 565 To rise triumphant, freed from every stain, And cloth'd with every beauty; in the sky Stars to outshine; and, round th' eternal year, With saints, with angels, and with CHRIST, to reign.

END OF THE FIRST PART.