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POEMS OF NATURE.
'Tis born with all: the love of Nature's works
Nature's voice is sweet
POEMS OF NATURE,
The World is too much with us. THE world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : Little we see in nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gather'd now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune; It moves us not. Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ;' Have sight of Proteus coming from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Ministrations of Nature. WITH other ministrations thou, O Nature, Healest thy wandering and distemper'd child ! Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets, Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters; Till he relent, and can no more endure To be a jarring and discordant thing Amid this general dance and minstrelsy; But, bursting into tears, wins back his way, His angry spirit heal’d and harmonized By the benignant touch of love and beauty.