On tar

by George Berkeley


Hail vulgar juice of never-fading pine!

Cheap as thou art, thy virtues are divine.

To shew them and explain (such is thy store)

There needs much modern and much ancient lore.

While with slow pains we search the healing spell,

Those sparks of life, that in thy balsam dwell,

From lowest earth by gentle steps we rise

Through air, fire, æther to the highest skies.

Things gross and low present truth's sacred clue.

Sense, fancy reason, intellect pursue

Her winding mazes, and by Nature's laws

From plain effects trace out the mystic cause,

And principles explore, though wrapt in shades,

That spring of life which the great world pervades,

The spirit that moves, the Intellect that guides,

Th' eternal One that o'er the Whole presides.

Go learn'd mechanic, stare with stupid eyes,

Attribute to all figure, weight and size;

Nor look behind the moving scene to see

What gives each wondrous form its energy.

Vain images possess the sensual mind,

To real agents and true causes blind.

But soon as intellect's bright sun displays

O'er the benighted orb his fulgent rays,

Delusive phantoms fly before the light,

Nature and truth lie open at the sight:

Causes connect with effects supply

A golden chain, whose radiant links on high

Fix'd to the sovereign throne from thence depend

And reach e'en down to tar the nether end.