"To blast the fury of oppressive might, "Melt the hard heart to love and mercy's sway, "And cheer the wandering soul, and light him on the way." XXII. Silence ensued: and Edwin raised his eyes In tears, for grief lay heavy at his heart. "And is it thus, in courtly life," he cries, "That man to man acts a betrayer's part? "And dares he thus the gifts of Heaven pervert, "Each social instinct, and sublime desire? "Hail, Poverty! if honor, wealth, and art, "If what the great pursue, and learn'd admire, "Thus dissipate and quench the soul's ethereal fire!" XXIII. He said, and turn'd away; nor did the sage Of groves, and dying gales, and melancholy rills. XXIV. But he from day to day more anxious grew, The voice still seem'd to vibrate on his ear, Nor durst he hope the hermit's tale untrue; For man he seem'd to love, and Heaven to fear; And none speaks false, where there is none to hear. "Yet can man's gentle heart become so fell? "No more in vain conjecture let me wear "My hours away, but seek the hermit's cell; ""Tis he my doubt can clear, perhaps my care dispel.” XXV. At early dawn the youth his journey took, An ancient man; his harp lay him beside. And now the hoary sage arose, and saw "Who art thou, courteous stranger and from whence ? "Why roam thy steps to this abandon'd dale ?" "A shepherd-boy," the youth replied, " far hence "My habitation: hear my artless tale; "Nor levity nor falsehood shall thine ear assail. XXVII. "Late as I roam'd, intent on Nature's charms, "I reach'd at eve, this wilderness profound; "And, leaning where yon oak expands her arms, "Heard these rude cliffs thine awful voice rebound. "(For in thy speech I recognise the sound.) “You mourn'd for ruin'd man, and virtue lost, "And seem'd to feel of keen remorse the wound, "Pondering on former days, by guilt engross'd, Or in the giddy storm of dissipation toss'd. XXVIII. "But say, in courtly life can craft be learn'd, "Where knowledge opens, and exalts the soul; "Where Fortune lavishes her gifts unearn'd, "Can selfishness the liberal heart control ? "Is glory there achieved by arts as foul "As those which felons, fiends, and furies, plan? Spiders ensnare, snakes poison, tigers prowl; "Love is the godlike attribute of man. "O teach a simple youth this mystery to scan. XXIX. "Or else the lamentable strain disclaim, "And give me back the calm contented mind; "Which late, exulting, view'd, in Nature's frame, "Goodness untainted, wisdom unconfined, "Grace, grandeur, and utility, combined. "Restore those tranquil days, that saw me still "Well pleased with all, but most with human-kind; "When Fancy roam'd through Nature's works at will, "Uncheck'd by cold distrust, and uninform'd of ill.” XXX. "Wouldst thou," the sage replied, " in peace return "To the gay dreams of fond romantic youth, "Leave me to hide, in this remote sojourn, "From every gentle ear the dreadful truth : "For if my desultory strain with ruth "And indignation make thine eyes o'erflow, "Alas! what comfort could thy anguish soothe, "Shouldst thou th' extent of human folly know ? "Be ignorance thy choice, where knowledge leads to woe. XXXI. "But let untender thoughts afar be driven ; "And happiness of virtue; nor can they Be free to keep the path, who are not free to stray. XXXII. "Yet leave me not. I would allay that grief, . Which else might thy young virtue overpower; "And in thy converse I shall find relief, When the dark shades of melancholy lower; "For solitude has many a dreary hour, Ev'n when exempt from grief, remorse, and pain: Come often then; for haply, in my bower, "Amusement, knowledge, wisdom thou mayst gain. If I one soul improve, I have not lived in vain." XXXIII. And now, at length, to Edwin's ardent gaze But few, alas! the scenes her art displays, Here chiefs their thirst of power in blood assuage, And languish in the dust, and clasp th' abandon'd urn, "Ambition's slippery verge shall mortals tread, "Where ruin's gulf unfathom'd yawns beneath ? Shall life, shall liberty be lost," he said, "For the vain toys that Pomp and Power bequeath? "The car of victory, the plume, the wreath, "Defend not from the bolt of fate the brave; "No note the clarion of Renown can breathe, T'alarm the long night of the lonely grave, Or check the headlong haste of time's o'erwhelming wave. XXXV. Ah, what avails," he said, " to trace the springs, That whirl of empire the stupendous wheel ? "Ah, what have I to do with conquering kings, "Hands drench'd in blood, and breasts begirt with steel? "To those whom Nature taught to think and feel, "Heroes, alas! are things of small concern. "Could history man's secret heart reveal, "And what imports a heaven-born mind to learn, "Her transcripts to explore, what bosom would not yearn? XXXVI. "This praise, O Cheronean sage,* is thine. "(Why should this praise to thee alone belong?) All else from Nature's moral path decline, Lured by the toys that captivate the throng; "To herd in cabinets and camps, among Spoil, carnage, and the cruel pomp of pride; "Or chant of heraldry the drowsy song, "How tyrant blood, o'er many a region wide, "Rolls to a thousand thrones its execrable tide. * Plutarch. |