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162 In silent congress; or together rouzed

Take flight; while with their clang the air resounds.

And, over all, in that etherial arch

Is the mute company of changeful clouds;

—Bright apparition suddenly put forth

The Rainbow, smiling on the faded storm;

The mild assemblage of the starry heavens;

And the great Sun, earth's universal Lord!

How bountiful is Nature! he shall find

Who seeks not; and to him, who hath not asked,

Large measure shall be dealt. Three sabbath-days

Are scarcely told, since, on a service bent

Of mere humanity, You clomb those Heights;

And what a marvellous and heavenly Shew

Was to your sight revealed! the Swains moved on,

And heeded not; you lingered, and perceived.

There is a luxury in self-dispraise;

And inward self-disparagement affords

To meditative Spleen a grateful feast.

Trust me, pronouncing on your own desert,

You judge unthankfully; distempered nerves

Infect the thoughts; the languor of the Frame