That keeps in health the insatiable mind. -That we shall have for knowledge and for love Where these things are: he truly is alone, his, Abundance, and that feeling as we do closed find (If sound, and what we ought to be ourselves, Whose nobler will hath long been sacrificed; To breathe in peace; we shall moreover If rightly we observe and justly weigh) And if this Were otherwise, we have within ourselves Swell his devotion with their voice in Enough to fill the present day with joy, storms, And whisper while the stars twinkle among them His lullaby. From crowded streets remote, And overspread the future years with hope, That must be looked for here: paternal Will seek us also, Sisters of our hearts, sway, And one, like them, a Brother of our hearts, One household, under God, for high and Philosopher and Poet, in whose sight low, One family and one mansion; to themselves Dismissing therefore all Arcadian dreams, That were before all time, or are to be Nor pine for want of pleasure in the life These mountains will rejoice with open joy. we are And must be, with God's will, a happy Band. Yet 'tis not to enjoy that we exist, I must not walk in unreproved delight more, No duty that looks further, and no care. Keeps pace a harvest answering to the seed. Why do they shine around me whom I love? That calm fireside, it is not even in them, Not even the nearest to me and most dear, Something which power and effort may impart ; I would impart it, I would spread it wide : While yet an innocent little one, with a heart That doubtless wanted not its tender moods, And tottering towers: I loved to stand and read Fret, burn, and struggle, and in soul am there. But me hath Nature tamed, and bade to seek For other agitations, or be calm; Hath dealt with me as with a turbulent stream, Some nursling of the mountains which she leads Through quiet meadows, after he has learnt His strength, and had his triumph and his joy, His desperate course of tumult and of glee. That which in stealth by Nature was performed Hath Reason sanctioned: her deliberate Voice Hath said; be mild, and cleave to gentle things, Thy glory and thy happiness be there. Of aspirations that have been-of foes All shall survive, though changed their office, all Shall live, it is not in their power to die. Then farewell to the Warrior's Schemes, farewell The forwardness of soul which looks that way Upon a less incitement than the Cause The heroic trumpet with the Muse's breath! Their looks forbidding, read and disobey, met Or sought with courage; enterprise forlorn And fighting to the death, but I am pleased theme? On Man, on Nature, and on Human Musing in solitude, I oft perceive Or elevates the Mind, intent to weigh come, Whether from breath of outward circumstance, Or from the Soul-an impulse to herself— I would give utterance in numerous verse. Of Truth, of Grandeur, Beauty, Love, and Hope, And melancholy Fear subdued by Faith; Of moral strength, and intellectual Power; So prayed, more gaining than he asked, In holiest mood. Urania, I shall need Thy guidance, or a greater Muse, if such Descend to earth or dwell in highest heaven! 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. All strength-all terror, single or in bands, That ever was put forth in personal formJehovah with his thunder, and the choir 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 posed From earth's materials-waits upon my steps; Pitches her tents before me as I move, old Sought in the Atlantic Main-why should they be A history only of departed things, verse Of this great consummation :-and, by words Which speak of nothing more than what we are, Would I arouse the sensual from their sleep How exquisitely the individual Mind Accomplish-this is our high argument. tribes And fellowships of men, and see ill sights these Hearing, I be not downcast or forlorn !— A metropolitan temple in the hearts Throughout the nether sphere! And if with this I mix more lowly matter; with the thing Contemplated, describe the Mind and Man Contemplating; and who, and what he was The transitory Being that beheld This Vision;-when and where, and how he lived; Be not this labour useless. If such theme Whose gracious favour is the primal source 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! CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR The course of the great war with the French naturally fixed one's attention upon the military character, and, to the honour of our country, there were many illustrious instances of the qualities that constitute its highest excellence. Lord Nelson carried most of the virtues that the trials he was exposed to in his department of the service necessarily call forth and sustain, if they do not produce the contrary vices. But his public life was stained with one great crime, so that, though many passages of these lines were suggested by what was generally known as excellent in his conduct, I have not been able to connect his name with the poem as I could wish, or even to think of him with satisfaction in reference to the idea of what a warrior ought to be. For the sake of such of my friends as may happen to read this note I will add, that many elements of the character here pourtrayed were found in my brother John, who perished by shipwreck as mentioned elsewhere. His messmates used to call him the Philosopher, from which it must be inferred that the qualities and dispositions I allude to had not escaped their notice. He often expressed his regret, after the war had continued some time, that he had not chosen the Naval, instead of the East India Company's service, to which his family connection had led him. He greatly valued moral and religious instruction for youth, as tending to make good sailors. The best, he used to say, came from Scotland; the next to them, from the North of England, especially from Westmoreland and Cumberland, where, thanks to the piety and local attachments of our ancestors, endowed, or, as they are commonly called, free, schools abound. WHO is the happy Warrior? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be? -It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought: Whose high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright: Who, with a natural instinct to discern What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn; Abides by this resolve, and stops not there, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives: By objects, which might force the soul to abate Her feeling, rendered more compassionate; As tempted more; more able to endure, 'Tis he whose law is reason; who depends Upon that law as on the best of friends; Whence, in a state where men are tempted still To evil for a guard against worse ill, Who comprehends his trust, and to the same Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim; And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait For wealth, or honours, or for worldly state; Whom they must follow; on whose head must fall, Like showers of manna, if they come at all: Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, Or mild concerns of ordinary life, Great issues, good or bad for human kind, In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw; sense And faculty for storm and turbulence, 'Tis, finally, the Man, who, lifted high, Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Looks forward, persevering to the last, From well to better, daily self-surpast: Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth For ever, and to noble deeds give birth, Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame, And leave a dead unprofitable nameFinds comfort in himself and in his cause; |