ARGUMENT OF THE FIFTH BOOK.
A frosty morning-The foddering of cattle-The woodman and his dog-The poultry-Whimsical effects of a frost at a waterfall-The empress of Russia's palace of ice-Amusements of monarchs-War, one of them-Wars, whence-and whence monarchy-The evils of it-English and French loyalty contrasted-The bastile and a prisoner there-Liberty the chief recommendation of this country-Modern patriotism questionable, and why-The perishable nature of the best human institutions-Spiritual liberty not perishable-The slavish state of man by nature-Deliver him, Deist, if you canGrace must do it-The respective merits of patriots and martyrs stated-Their different treatmentHappy freedom of the man whom grace makes free -His relish of the works of God-Address to the Creator.
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon ; while the clouds That crowd away before the driving wind, More ardent as the disk emerges more, Resemble most some city in a blaze,
Seen through the leafless wood. His slanting ray Slides ineffectual down the snowy vale, And, tinging all with his own rosy hue, From ev'ry herb, and ev'ry spiry blade Stretches a length of shadow o'er the field. Mine spindling into longitude immense, In spite of gravity, and sage remark That I myself am but a fleeting shade, Provokes me to a smile. With eye askance, I view the muscular proportion'd limb Transform'd to a lean shank. The shapless pair
As they design'd to mock me, at my side, Take step for step; and, as I near approach The cottage, walk along the plaster'd wall, Prepost'rous sight! the legs without the man. The verdure of the plain lies buried deep Beneath the dazzling deluge and the bents, And coarser grass, upspearing o'er the rest, Of late unsightly and unseen, now shine Conspicuous, and in bright apparel clad, And, fledg'd with icy feathers, nod superb. The cattle mourn in corners, where the fence Screens them, and seem half petrified to sleep In unrecumbent sadness. There they wait. Their wonted fodder; not like hung'ring man, Fretful if unsupplied; but silent, meek,
And patient of the slow pac'd swain's delay, He from the stack carves out the accustom'd load, Deep plunging, and again deep-plunging oft, His broad keen knife into the solid mass; Smooth as a wall the upright remnant stands, 1 With such undeviating and even force He severs it away; no needless care, Lest storm should overset the leaning pile Deciduous, or its own unbalanc'd weight. Forth goes the woodman, leaving unconcern'd The cheerful haunts of man; to wield the axe, And drive the wedge, in yonder forest drear, From morn to eve his solitary task.
Shaggy, and lean, and shrewd, with pointed ears And tail cropp'd short, half lurcher and half cur- His dog attends him. Close behind his heer
Now creeps he slow; and now, with many a frisk Wide-scamp'ring, snatches up the drifted snow With iv'ry teeth, or ploughs with his snout; Then shakes his powder'd coat, and barks for joy, Heedless of all his pranks, the sturdy churl
Moves right toward the mark; nor stops for aught, But now and then with pressure of his thumb T' adjust the fragrant charge of a short tube, That fumes beneath his nose: the trailing cloud Streams far behind him, scenting all the air. Now from the roost, or from the neighb'ring pale Where diligent to catch the first faint gleam Of smiling day, they gossip'd side by side, Come trooping at the housewife's well known call The feather'd tribes domestick. Half on wing, And half on foot, they brush the fleecy flood, Conscious and fearful of too deep a plunge. The sparrows peep, and quit the shelt'ring eaves, To seize the fair occasion; well they eye The scatter'd grain, and thievishly resolv'd T'escape th' impending famine, often scar'd As oft return-a pert voracious kind.
Clean riddance quickly made, one only care Remains to each, the search of sunny nook, Or shed impervious to the blast. Resign'd To sad necessity, the cock foregoes
His wonted strut; and, wading at their head With well-consider'd steps, seems to resent His alter'd gait, and stateliness retrench'd. How find the myriads, that in summer cheer The hills and valleys with their ceaseless songs, Due sustenance, or where subsist they now? Earth yields them naught; th' imprison'd worm is safe Beneath the frozen clod; all seeds of herbs Lie cover'd close; and berry-bearing thorns, That feed the thrush, (whatever some suppose,) Afford the smaller minstrels no supply.
The long protracted rigour of the year
Thins all their num'rous flocks. In chinks and holes Ten thousand seek an unmolested end,
As instinct prompts; self-buried ere they die. The very rooks and daws forsake the fields, Where neither grub, nor root, nor earth nut, now Repays their labour more; and perch'd aloft By the way-side, or stalking in the path, Lean pensioners upon the trav'ller's track, Pick up their nauseous dole, though sweet to them, Of voided pulse or half-digested grain.
The streams are lost amid the splendid blank, O'erwhelming all distinction. On the flood, Indurated and fix'd, the snowy weight Lies undissolv'd; while silently beneath, And unperceiv'd, the current steals away. Not so where, scornful of a check, it leaps The mill-dam, dashes on the restless wheel, And wantons in the pebbly gulf below: No frost can bind it there: its utmost force Can but arrest the light and smoky mist, That in its fall the liquid sheet throws wide. And see where it has hung the embroider'd banks With forms so various, that no pow'rs of art, The pencil, or the pen, may trace the scene! Here glitt'ring turrets rise, upbearing high, (Fantastick misarrangement!) on the roof
Large growth of what may seem the sparkling trees And shrubs of fairy land. The crystal drops That trickled down the branches, fast congeal'd, Shoot into pillars of pellucid length,
And prop the pile they but adorn'd before. Here grotto within grotto safe defies
The sunbeam; there, emboss'd and fretted wild, The growing wonder takes a thousand shapes Capricious, in which fancy seeks in vain The likeness of some object seen before. Thus Nature works as if to mock at Art, And in defiance of her rival pow'rs;
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