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O fool! to deem
That He, whose thought must visit every theme,
Whose heart must every strong emotion know
By nature planted, or by fortune taught ;
That He, if haply some presumptuous foe,
With false ignoble science fraught,
Shall spurn at freedom's faithful band;
That He, their dear defence will shun,
Or hide their glories from the sun,
Or deal their vengeance with a woman's hand!
I care not that in Arno's plain,
Or on the sportive banks of Seine,
From public themes the Muse's quire
Content with polish'd ease retire.
Where'priests the studious head command,
Where tyrants bow the warlike hand
To vile ambition's aim,
Say, what can public themes afford,
Save venal honours to an hateful lord,
heaven and scorn'd of honest fame?
But here, where freadom's equal throne
To all her valiant fons is known;
Where all are conscious of her cares,
And each the power, that rules him, shares ;
Here let the bard, whose daftard tongue
Leaves public arguments unsung,
Bid public praise farewell :
Let him to fitter climes remove,
Far from the heroe's and the patriot's love,
And lull mysterious monks to sluniber in their cell.
O HASTINGS, not to all
Can ruling heav'n the fame endowments lend:
Yet still doth nature to her offspring call, .
That to one general weal their different powers they bend,
Unenvious. Thus alone, though strains divine
Inform the bosom of the Muse's fon
Though with new honours the patrician's line
Advance from age to age; yet thus alone
They win the fuffrage of impartial fame.
The poet's name
He best shall prove,
Whose lays the soul with noblest passions move.
But thee, O progeny of heroes old,
Thee to severer toils thy fate requires :
The fate which form'd thee in a chosen mould,
The grateful country of thy fires,
Thee to sublimer paths demands
Sublimer than thy fires could trace,
Or thy own EDWARD teach his race,
Though Gaul's proud genius sank beneath his hand.
From rich domains and subject farms,
They led the rustic youth to arms;
And kings their stern atchievements fear'd;'
While private strife their banners rear'd.
But loftier scenes to thee are shown,
Where empire's wide-establish'd throne
No private master fills :
Where, long foretold, The People reigns :
Where each a vassal's humble heart disdains ;
And judgeth what he sees ; and, as he judgeth, wills,
Here be it thine to calm and guide
The swelling democratic tide ;
To watch the state's uncertain frame,
And baffle faction's partial aim :
But chiefly, with determin'd zeal,
To quell that servile band, who kneel
To freedom's banish'd foes ;
That monster, which is daily found
Expert and bold thy country's peace to wound ;
Yet dreads to handle arms, nor manly counsel knows.
'Tis highest heaven's command, That guilty aims should sordid paths pursue;
That what ensnares the heart should curb the hand,
And virtue's worthless foes be false to glory too.
But look on freedom. see, through every age,
What labours, perils, griefs, hath she disdain’d!
What arms, what regal pride, what priestly rage,
Have her dread offspring conquer'd or sustain'd!
For Albion well have conquer'd. Let the strains
Of happy swains,
Which now refound
Where Scarsdale's cliffs the swelling pastures bound,
Bear witness. there, oft let the farmer hail
The sacred orchard which imbowers his gate,
And shew to strangers pafing down the vale,
Where Candish, Booth, and Osborne fate;
When bursting from their country's chain,
Even in the midst of deadly harms,
Of papal snares and lawless arms,
They plann'd for freedom this her aweful reign.
This reign, these laws, this public care,
Which Nassau gave us all to Mare,
Had ne'er adorn’d the English name,
Could fear have filenc'd freedom's claim.
But fear in vain attempts to bind
Those lofty efforts of the mind
Which focial good inspires ;
Where men, for this, assault a throne,
Each adds the common welfare to his own;
And each unconquer'd heart the strength of all acquirés.
Say, was it thus, when late we view'd
Our fields in civil blood imbrued ?
When fortune crownd the barbarous hoft,
And half the astonish'd ifle was lost?
Did one of all that vaunting train,
Who dare affront a peaceful reign,
Durft one in arms appear?
Durst one in counsels pledge his life?'
Stake his luxurious fortunes in the strife?
Or lend his boasted name his vagrant friends to cheer?
Yet, HASTINGS, these are they,
Who challenge to themselves thy country's love :
The true ; the constant: who alone can weigh,
What glory should demand, or Liberty approve !
But let their works declare them. Thy free powers,
The generous powers of thy prevailing mind,
Not for the tasks of their confederate hours,
Lewd brawls and lurking slander, were design'd,
Be thou thy own approver. Honest praise
Oft nobly fways
But, fought from cowards and the lying mouth,
Praise is reproach. Eternal God alone
For mortals fixeth that fublime award. ;
He, from the faithful records of his throne,
Bids the historian and the bard
Dispose of honour and of fcorn;
Difcern the patriot from the flave;
And write the good, the wise, the brave,
For lessons to the multitude unborn.