ON
SEEING
THE
PALETTE
OF
A
CELEBRATED
PAINTER
.
THIS
wild
chaotic
mass
of
every
dye
,
Where
principles
of
beauteous
order
lie
,
Is
sure
an
emblem
of
the
scene
,
When
out
of
dark
confusion
sprung
The
variegated
orb
terrene
,
And
in
the
solar
system
hung
.
Soon
as
the
mighty
artist
gives
the
sign
,
This
formless
mass
,
as
at
the
word
divine
,
Shall
regulate
its
shade
and
light
,
Harmonious
move
as
he
shall
will
—
Its
tints
divide
,
or
else
unite
,
Obedient
to
his
powerful
skill
.
And
as
the
GLORIOUS
VISION
fills
his
mind
,
They
,
to
its
plastic
impulse
all
resign'd
,
Shall
into
prospects
vast
expand
—
Foaming
,
in
surfy
billows
rise
,
Then
stretch
their
velvet
into
land
,
Then
bid
their
radiance
stream
—
in
skies
.
In
cumbrous
Alps
ascend
,
whose
tops
explore
Regions
,
where
day-ey'd
eagles
fear
to
soar
;
Or
in
the
soft
jonquil
unfold
,
Midst
the
low
beauties
of
the
vale
,
Her
robe
of
imitative
gold
,
Which
loads
with
sweets
the
dancing
gale
.
In
distant
forests
spread
th'
inviting
brown
,
Or
hide
,
with
spikey
furze
,
the
barren
down
—
Then
,
tumbling
from
the
flinty
rock
,
In
white
meanders
lead
the
eye
;
And
then
the
eye's
keen
search
to
mock
Thro'
some
time-fretted
cavern
fly
.
Richly
festoon'd
in
luscious
purple
shine
,
Extending
o'er
the
slope
the
nect'rous
vine
,
Or
in
the
gaudy
spheroids
swell
,
Which
the
swart
Indian's
groves
illume
,
Or
dye
the
spicey
nonpareil
,
Or
the
soft
peach's
stain
assume
.
Yet
more
—
he
wills
,
and
from
the
palette
starts
The
form
divine
—
of
soul
illumin'd
parts
!
Here
springs
a
HEBE
,
there
a
SAGE
,
Here
HEROES
from
the
mass
break
forth
,
There
the
soft
LAIS
of
the
age
,
From
hence
,
the
CAESAR
of
the
North
.
Oh
wondrous
science
!
first
of
arts
among
!
And
do
those
mighty
powers
to
thee
belong
?
Here
—
here
then
,
POETRY
,
thy
numbers
bring
,
Here
MUSIC
strike
thy
sweetly
trembling
string
!
Creative
PAINTING
asks
th'
adoring
knee
,
Who
,
tho'
a
sister
call'd
,
shall
hence
your
Sov'reign
be
.