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Not idly fabled they the Bards inspired,
Who peopled Earth with Deities. They trod
The wood with reverence where the DRYADS dwelt;
At day’s dim dawn or evening’s misty hour
They saw the OREADS on their mountain haunts.
And felt their holy influence, nor impure
Of thought–or ever with polluted hands
Touched they without a prayer the NAIAD’S spring;
Yet was their influence transient; such brief awe
Inspiring as the thunder’s long loud peal
Strikes to the feeble spirit. HOUSEHOLD GODS,
Not such your empire! in your votaries’ breasts
No momentary impulse ye awake–
Nor fleeting like their local energies,
The deep devotion that your fanes impart.
O ye whom YOUTH has wilder’d on your way,
Or VICE with fair-mask’d foulness, or the lure
Of FAME that calls ye to her crowded paths
With FOLLY’s rattle, to your HOUSEHOLD GODS
Return! for not in VICE’s gay abodes,
Not in the unquiet unsafe halls of FAME
Does HAPPINESS abide! O ye who weep
Much for the many miseries of Mankind,
More for their vices, ye whose honest eyes
Frown on OPPRESSION,–ye whose honest hearts
Beat high when FREEDOM sounds her dread tocsin;–
O ye who quit the path of peaceful life
Crusading for mankind–a spaniel race
That lick the hand that beats them, or tear all
Alike in frenzy–to your HOUSEHOLD GODS
Return, for by their altars VIRTUE dwells
And HAPPINESS with her; for by their fires
TRANQUILLITY in no unsocial mood
Sits silent, listening to the pattering shower;
For, so [3]SUSPICION sleep not at the gate
Of WISDOM,–FALSEHOOD shall not enter there.

As on the height of some huge eminence,
Reach’d with long labour, the way-faring man
Pauses awhile, and gazing o’er the plain
With many a sore step travelled, turns him then
Serious to contemplate the onward road,
And calls to mind the comforts of his home,
And sighs that he has left them, and resolves
To stray no more: I on my way of life
Muse thus PENATES, and with firmest faith
Devote myself to you. I will not quit
To mingle with the mob your calm abodes,
Where, by the evening hearth CONTENTMENT sits
And hears the cricket chirp; where LOVE delights
To dwell, and on your altars lays his torch
That burns with no extinguishable flame.

Hear me ye POWERS benignant! there is one
Must be mine inmate–for I may not chuse
But love him. He is one whom many wrongs
Have sicken’d of the world. There was a time
When he would weep to hear of wickedness
And wonder at the tale; when for the opprest
He felt a brother’s pity, to the oppressor
A good man’s honest anger. His quick eye
Betray’d each rising feeling, every thought
Leapt to his tongue. When first among mankind
He mingled, by himself he judged of them,
And loved and trusted them, to Wisdom deaf,
And took them to his bosom. FALSEHOOD met
Her unsuspecting victim, fair of front,
And lovely as [4]Apega’s sculptured form,
Like that false image caught his warm embrace
And gored his open breast. The reptile race
Clung round his bosom, and with viper folds
Encircling, stung the fool who fostered them.
His mother was SIMPLICITY, his sire
BENEVOLENCE; in earlier days he bore
His father’s name; the world who injured him
Call him MISANTHROPY. I may not chuse
But love him, HOUSEHOLD GODS! for we were nurst
In the same school.

PENATES! some there are
Who say, that not in the inmost heaven ye dwell,
Gazing with eye remote on all the ways
Of man, his GUARDIAN GODS; wiselier they deem
A dearer interest to the human race
Links you, yourselves the SPIRITS OF THE DEAD.
No mortal eye may pierce the invisible world,
No light of human reason penetrate
That depth where Truth lies hid. Yet to this faith
My heart with instant sympathy assents;
And I would judge all systems and all faiths
By that best touchstone, from whose test DECEIT
Shrinks like the Arch-Fiend at Ithuriel’s spear,
And SOPHISTRY’S gay glittering bubble bursts,
As at the spousals of the Nereid’s son,
When that false [5] Florimel, by her prototype
Display’d in rivalry, with all her charms
Dissolved away.