And again when the husbandman conducts water down the slope to restore his thirsty crops,
Describing the end of the Golden Age and the commencement of the reign of Jupiter, he says:
"He shook honey from the leaves, and removed fire,
And stayed the wine everywhere flowing in rivers
That experience, by meditating, might invent various arts
By degrees, and seek the blade of corn in furrows,
And strike out hidden fire from the veins of the flint."
Dec. 30, 1841. . . .
Within the circuit of this plodding life
There are moments of an azure hue,
. . . as unpolluted, fair, as is the violet
Or anemone, when the spring strews them
By some south wood side; which make
The best philosophy . . . untrue.
. . . to console man for his grievance here,
I have remembered, when the winter came,
High in my chamber, in the frosty nights,
How, in the summer past, some
Unrecorded beam, slanted across
. . . [an] upland pasture where the Johnswort grew,
Or heard, amidst the verdure of my mind,
The bee's long smothered hum;
So, by the cheap economy of God,
Made rich to go upon my wintry work again.
.....
When the snow is falling thick and fast, the flakes nearest you seem to be driving straight to the ground, while the more distant seem to
