The Tables turned; an Evening Scene, on the same subject


An EVENING SCENE, on the same Subject.

Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books,
Or surely you’ll grow double.
The sun, above the mountain’s head, 5
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.
Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland Linnet, 10
How sweet his music; on my life
There’s more of wisdom in it.
And hark! how blithe the Throstle sings!
And he is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things, 15
Let Nature be your teacher.
She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless—
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by chearfulness.20
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man;
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
Sweet is the lore which nature brings;25
Our meddling intellect
Mishapes the beauteous forms of things;
—We murder to dissect.
Enough of science and of art;
Close up these barren leaves;30
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.