Then skilful most when most severely judg'd. Gods such as guilt makes welcome; gods that sleep Thy purity, till pure as thou art pure, Made such by thee, we love thee for thy cause, A voice is heard, that mortal ears hear not, VOL. II. From thee is all, that soothes the life of man, Thou art of all thy gifts thyself the crown! 'ARGUMENT OF THE SIXTH BOOK.. Bells at a distance.-Their effect.-A fine noon in winter. A sheltered walk.-Meditation better than books. Our familiarity with the course of nature makes it appear less wonderful than it is, -The transformation that spring effects in a shrubbery described.—A mistake concerning the course of nature corrected.-God maintains it by an unremitted act.-The amusements fashionable at this hour of the day reproved.-Animals happy, a delightful sight.-Origin of cruelty to animals. -That it is a great crime proved from Scripture. -That proof illustrated by a tale.--A line drawn between the lawful and unlawful destruction of them. Their good and useful properties insisted on.-Apology for the encomiums bestowed by the author on animals.-Instances of man's extravagant praise of man.-The groans of the creation shall have an end.--A view taken of the restoration of all things.--An invocation and an invitation of Him, who shall bring it to pass-The retired man vindicated from the charge of uselessness.-Conclusion. THE TASK. BOOK VI. THE WINTER WALK AT NOON. THERE is in souls a sympathy with sounds, And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleas'd With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies. How soft the musick of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on! With easy force opens all the cells Where Mem'ry slept. Wherever I have heard A kindred melody, the scene recurs, And with it all its pleasures and its pains. Such comprehensive views the spirit takes, (As in a map the voyager his course) The windings of my way through many years, |