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For just experience tells in every foil,
That those who think must govern those that toil,
And all that freedom's highest aims can reach,
Is but to lay proportion'd loads on each;
Hence, should one order disproportion'd grow,
Its double weight must ruin all below.

O then, how blind to all that truth requires,
Who think it freedom when a part aspires!
Calm is my soul, nor apt to rise in arms,
Except when fast approaching danger warms;
But when contending chiefs blockade the throne,
Contracting regal power to stretch their own;
When I behold a factious band

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To call it freedom when themselves are free;
Each wanton judge new penal statutes draw,
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law;
The wealth of climes, where savage nations roam,
Pillag'd from Naves to purchase flaves at home-
Fear, pity, justice, indignation start,
Tear off reserve, and bare my swelling heart;
'Till half a patriot, half a coward grown,
I fly from petty tyrants to the throne.

Yes, brother, curse with me that baleful hour,
When first ambition struck at regal power;
And, thus polluting honour in its source,
Gave wealth to sway the mind with double force.
Have we not seen, round Britain's peopled shore,
Her useful fons exchang'd for useless ore !
Seen all her triumphs but destruction hafte,
Like flaring tapers brightning as they waste;
Seen opulence, her grandeur to maintain,
Lead stern depopulation in her train,

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And, over fields where scatter'd hamlets rose,
In barren solitary pomp repose!
Have we not seen, at pleasure's lordly call,
The smiling long-frequented village fall!
Beheld the duteous son, the fire decay'd,
The modest matron, and the blushing maid,
Forc'd from their homes—a melancholy train
To traverse climes beyond the western main,
Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around,
And Niagara stuns with thund'ring found!

Ev'n now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays
Thro' tangled forests, and thro' dang’rous ways,
Where beasts with man divided empire claim,
And the brown Indian marks with murd'rous aim;
There, while above the giddy tempest flies,
And all around distressful yells arise,
The pensive exile, bending with his woe,
To stop too fearful, and tou faint to go,
Casts a fond look where England's glories shine,
And bids his bosom sympathize with mine!

Vain, very vain, my weary search to find
That bliss which only centers in the mind:
Why have I stray'd from pleasure and repose,

To seek a good each government bestows?
In every government, though terrors reign,
Though tyrant kings, or tyrant laws restrain,
How small of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
Still to ourselves, in every place consign'd,
Our own felicity we make or find;
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the finooth current of domestic joy:

The lifted axe, the agonizing wheel,
Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel,
To men remote from pow'r but rarely known,
Leave reason, faith, and conscience, all our own.

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" As in those domes, where Cæsars once bore sway,
" Defac'd by time and tottering in decay,
66 There in the ruin, heedless of the dead,
“ The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed,
“ And, wondering man could want the larger pile,
“ Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile."

TRAVELLER, P.26.

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6. How often have I paus'd on every charm-
“ The shelter'd cot, the cultivated farm,
“ The never-failing brook, the busy mill,
" The decent church that topt the neighbouring hill."

DES. VIL. P.41.

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