He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves beside. There's not a chain Can wind around him, but he casts it off Of nature, and, though poor perhaps compar'd His are the mountains, and the vallies his, But who, with filial confidence inspir'd, Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say-" My Father made them all!" Are they not his by a peculiar right, And by an emphasis of int'rest his, Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy, Whose heart with praise, and whose exalted mind With worthy thoughts of that unwearied love 1 That plann'd, and built, and still upholds, a world So cloth'd with beauty for rebellious man? Yes-ye may fill your garners, ye that reap In feast or in the chase, in song or dance, you. He is indeed a freeman. Free by birth No nook so narrow but he spreads them there With ease, and is at large. Th' oppressor holds His body bound; but knows not what a range His spirit takes, unconscious of a chain; And that to bind him is a vain attempt Whom God delights in, and in whom he dwells. Acquaint thyself with God, if thou would'st taste His works. Admitted once to his embrace, Thou shalt perceive that thou wast blind before: Thine eye shall be instructed; and thine heart, Made pure, shall relish, with divine delight Till then unfelt, what hands divine have wrought. Brutes graze the mountain-top, with faces It yields them; or, recumbent on its brow, prone Beneath, beyond, and stretching far away With what he views. The landscape has his praise, But not its author. Unconcern'd who form'd The paradise he sees, he finds it such, And such well-pleas'd to find it, asks no more. Not so the mind that has been touch'd from heav'n, And in the school of sacred wisdom taught To read his wonders, in whose thought the world, Fair as it is, existed ere it was. Not for its own sake merely, but for his Much more who fashion'd it, he gives it praise; Praise that, from earth resulting, as it ought, To earth's acknowledg'd sov'reign, finds at once The soul that sees him, or receives sublim'd The unambiguous footsteps of the God With those fair ministers of light to man, Sent forth a voice, and all the sons of God Shouted for joy." Tell me, ye shining hosts, "That navigate a sea that knows no storms, "Beneath a vault unsullied with a cloud, "If from your elevation, whence ye view Distinctly scenes invisible to man, "And systems of whose birth no tidings yet "Have reach'd this nether world, ye spy a race "Favour'd as our's; transgressors from the womb, "And hasting to a grave, yet doom'd to rise, "And to possess a brighter heav'n than your's? |