Win them away from play to devour with greedy attention Till they long to be men; while all that clerkly palaver 190 Tastes like wormwood.--'Avast! (I hear yoū calling) Avast there! I forbid the appeal.'--Well, style my humour atrocious; Granted a child cannot understand; yet see what a huge growth Stands to be extermin'd, ere you can set dibble in ground. Nay, more yet; that mighty forest, whose wildness offends you, And silences appal, where earth-life self-suffocating Seethes, lavish as sun-life in a red star's fi'ry corona; That waste magnificence, and vain fecundity, breeding Gīants & parasites embrac'd in flowery tangle, Interwoven alive and dead, where one tyrannous tree 200 Blights desolating around it a swamp of rank vegetation; Where Reason yet dreams unawakt, & throu' the solemn day Only the monkey chatters, & discordant the parrot screams: All this is in man's heart with dateless sympathy worshipt, With filial reverence, & awful pīeties involv'd; While that other picture, your formal fancy, the garden Of your stingy promise, must that not quench his imágin'd Idēals of beauty, his angel hope of attainment? What to him are the level'd borders, the symmetric allotments, Where nothing exceedeth, nothing encroacheth, nor assaileth; Where Reason now drudgeth a sad monomaniac, all day 211 Watering & weeding, digging & diligently manuring Her label'd families, starch-makers, nitrogen-extract- Purveyors, classified potherbs & empty pretenders Of medical virtues; nay ev'n and _their_ little impulse T'ward liberal fruiting disallow'd by stern regulation; So many beans to a pod, with so many pods to a beanstalk; Prun'd, pincht, economiz'd miserly til' all is abortion, Save in such specimens as, but for an extravagant care, Had miserably perish'd. What madness works to delude you, 220 Bēing a man, that yoū see not mankind's predilection Is for Magnificence, Force, Freedom, Bounty; his inborn Love for Beauty, his aim to possess, his pride to devise it: And from everlasting his heart is fixt with affections Prēengag'd to a few sovranly determinate objects, Toys of an ēternal distraction. Beautiful is GOLD, Clear as a trumpet-call, stirring where'er it appeareth All high pow'rs to battle; with mágisterial ardour Glowing among the metals, elemental drops of a fire-god's Life-blood of old outpour'd in Chāos: Mágical also 230 EV'RY recondite j[=ew]el of Earth, with their seraphim-names, RUBY, JACYNTH, EMERALD, AMETHYST, SAPPHIRE; amaranthine Starry essences, elect emblems of purity, heirlooms Of deathless glories, most like to divine imanences. Then that heart-gladdening highpriz'd ambrosia, blending Their dissolute purples & golds with sparkling aroma,