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Ver. 1119. The prince of Orange, in his | A favour drink, that in one piercing taste passage to England, though his feet had been at Bids each combine. Let Gailic vineyards burst first dispersed by a storm, was afterwards extreinely With floods of joy; with mild balsamic juice favoured by several changes of wind.

The Tuscan olive. Let Arabia breathe

20 Ver. 1122. Rapin, in his History of England. - Her spicy gales, her vital gums distil. The third of November the feet entered the Turbid with guld let southern rivers flow; Channel, and lay between Calais and Dover, to And orient floods draw soft, o'er pearls, their maze. stay for the ships that were behind. Here the Let Afric vaunt her treasures; let Peru prince called a council of war.--It is not easy to Deep in her bowels her own ruin breed, imagine what a glorious show the feet made. The yellow traitor that her bliss betray'd, Five or six hundred ships in so narrow a channel, Unequallid bliss ! --and to unequall'd rage! and both the English and French shores covered Yet nor the gorgeous East, nor golden South, with numberless spectators, are no common sight. Nor, in full prime, that new-discover'd world, For my part, who was then on board the fleet, I

Where fames the falling day, in wealth and praise, Own it struck mc extremely.

Shall with Britannia vie, while, goddess, she 30 Ver. 1126. The prince placed himself in the Derives her praise from thee, her matchless charms, main body, carrying a tlag with English colours, Her hearty fruits the hand of freedom own, and their highnesses' arms surrounded with this and, warm with culture, her thick-clustering fields motto, The Protestant Religion and the Liberties Prolific teem. Eternal verdure crowns of England; and underneath the motto of the Her meads; her gardens sınile eternal spring. house of Nassau, Je Maintiendrai, I will main. She gives the hunter-horse, unquelld by toil, tain. Rapin.

Ardent, to rush into the rapid chase: Ver. 1127. The English feet.

She, whitening o'er her downs, diffusive, pours Ver. 1130. The king's army.

Unnumber'd flocks: she weares the fleecy robe, Ver. 1143. By the bill of rights, and the act of That wraps the nations: she, tv lusty droves, 49 succession.

The richest pasture spreads; and, her's, decp-wave Ver. 1144. William III.

Autumnal seas of picasing plenty round.
These her delights: and by no baneful herb,
No darting tiger, no grim lion's glare,

No fierce-descending wolf, no serpent roll'd
PROSPECT:

In spires immense progressive o'er the land,
Disturb'd. Enlivening these, add cities, full

Of wealth, of trade, of cheerful toiling crowds;
LIDERTY,

Adil thriving towns; add villages and farms,
Innumerous sowd along the lively vale, 50
Where bold unrivall'd peasants happy dwell :

Add ancient seats, with venerable oaks
The author addresses the goddess of Liberty, mark-

Embosom'd high, while kindred floods below ing the happiness and grandeur of Great Britain,

Wind through the mead; and those of modern

hand, as arising from her intinence; to ver. 89. She resumes her discourse, and points ont the chief Need I her limpid lakes, her rivers name,

More pompous, aud, that splendid shine afar. virtues which are necessary to maintain her establishment there; to ver. 374. Recommends,

Where swarn the fiuny race? Thee, chief, O

Thames ! as its last ornainent and finishing, sciences, fine

On whose each tide, glad with returning sails, arts, and public works. The encouragement of these urged from the example of France, though

Flows in the mingled harvest of mankind ? under a despotic government; to ver. 549. The

And thee, thou Severn, whose prodigious swell, whole concludes with a prospect of future times, Why uced' I naine her deep capacious ports,

And waves, resounding, imitate the main? 61 given by the goldess of Liberty: this described

That point around the world? and why her seas? by the author, as it poses in vision before hiin.

All ocean is her own, and every land

To whom her ruling thunder ocean bears.
LIBERTY.

She too the mineral feeds: th' obedient lead,
The warlike iron, nor the peaceful less,

Forining of life art-civiliz'd the bond; Here interposing, as the goldless paus'!! - And what the Tyrian merchant sought of old, “ Oh, blest Britannia! in thy presence blest,

Vot dreaming then of Britain's brighter fame. 70 Thon guardian of mankind! whence spring, alone,

She rears to freerlom an undaunted race : All human grandeur, happiness, and fame:

Compatriot zealous, hospitable, kind, For toil, by thee protected, feels no pain;

Her's the warm Cambrian: her's the lofty Scot, The poor man's lot with milk and honey Hows ; To hardship tani'd, active in arts and arins, And, gilded with thy rays, ev'n death looks gay.

Tird with a restless, an impatient flame, Let other lands the potent blessings boast

That leads him raptur's where ainbition calls : Of more exalting suns. Let Asia's woods,

And Enga-h merit her's; where meet, combin'd, Untended, yield the vegetable fleece:

10 Whate'er high fancy, sound judicious thought, And let the little insect-artist forin,

An ample generous heart, undrooping soul, On higher life intent, its silken tomb.

And firun tenacious valour can bestow.

80 Let wondering rocks, in radiant birth, disclose,

Great nurse of fruits, of flocks, of commerce, she ! The various-tinctur'd children of the Sun.

Great nurse of men! By thee, O goddess, taught, From the prone Leamkt mort delicious fruits Her old renown I irace, disclose her source

A POEM.

TIIE CONTENTS OF VART V.

PART Y.

Of wealth, of grandcur, and to Britons sing And drain’d by wants to nature all vnknown, A strain the Muses nerer toncli'd before.

A wandering, tasteless, gaily-wretched train, “ But how shall this thy mighty kingilom stand? | Though rich, are beggars, and thongh noble, slaves. On what unyielding base? how finish'd shine ?" “Lo! damn'd to wealth, at what a gross expense, At this her eye, collecting all its tire,

They purchase disappointment, pain, and shame. Beaın'di more than human; and her awful voice, Instead of hearty hospitabie chcer. Majestic, thus she rais'd~" To Britons bear 90 See! how the hall with brutal riot fiow's; 160 This closing strain, and with intenser note While in the foaming flood, fermenting, steep'd, Loud let it sound in their awaken'd ear.

The country maddens into party-rage, “ On virtue can alone my kingdom stand. Mark! those disgraceful piles of wood and stone; On public virtue, every virtue join'd.

Those parks and gardens, where, his baunts beFor, lost this social cement of mankind,

trimm'd, The greatest empires, by scarce felt degrees, And Nature by presumptuous art oppressid, Will moulder soft away; till, tottering loose, The woodland genius mourns. Sce! the full board They prone at last to total ruin rush.

That streams disgust, and bowls that gire nojoy: Unblest by virtue, government a league

No truth invited there, to feed the mind; Beconies, a circling junto of the great, 100 | Nor wit, the wine rejoicing reason quaffs. To rob by law; religion inild a yoke

Hark! how the dome with insolence resounds, 179 To tame the stooping soul, a trick of state

With those retain'd by vanity to scare To mask their rapine, and to share the prey. Repose and friends. To tyrant fashion mark What are without it senates, save a face

The costly worsliip paid, to the broad gaze Of consultation deep and reason free,

Of fools. From still delusive day to day, While the determin'd voice and heart are sold? Led an eternal round of lying liope, What boasted freedom, save a sounding naine? See! self-abandon'd, how they roam adrift, And what election, but a market rile

Dash'd o'er the town, a miserable wreck! Of slaves self-barter'd? Virtue! without thee, Then to adorn some warbling eunuch turn'd, There is no ruling, eye, no nerve, in states; 110 With Midas' ears they crowd; or to the buz War has no vigour, and no safety peace:

Of masquerade unblushing; or, to show 150 Ev'n justice warps to party, laus oppress, Their scorn of Nature, at the tragic scene Wide through the land their weak protection fails, They mirthful sit, or prove the comic true. First broke the balance, and then scorn'd the sword. But, chief, behold! around the rattling board, Thus nations sink, society dissolves;

The civil robbers rang'd; and ev'n the fair, Rapine and guile and violence break loose,

The tender fair, each swectness laid aside, Everting lite, and turning love to gall;

As fierce for plunder as all-licens'd troops Man hates the face of man, and Indian woods In some sack'd city. Thus dissolv'd their wealth, And Libya's hissing sands to him are tame. Without one generous luxury dissolvid,

“ By those three virtues be the frame sustain'd Or quarter'd on it many a needless want, Of British Freedom: independent life; 121 At the throng'd levee bends the venal tribe: 190 Integrity in office; and, o'cr all

With fair but faithless smiles each varnish'd o'er, Supreme, a passion for the common-weal. Fach smooth as those that mutually deceive,

* Hail! Independence, hail! Heaven's next best And for their falsehood each despising each ; To that of life and an immortal soul ! [gift, | Till shook their patron by the vintery winds, The life of life! that to the banquet high

Wide nies the wither'd shower, and leaves him bare. And sober meal gives taste; to the bow'd roof O, far superior Afric's sable sons, Fair-drcam'd repose, and to the cottage charms. By merchant pilfer'd, to these willing slaves! Of public freedom, hail, thou secret source! And, rich, as unsqueez'd favourite, to them, Whose streams, from every quarter confluent, form Is he who can his virtue boast alone! My better Nile, that nurses human life. 131 “Britons! be firm !_nor let corruption sly 200 By rills from thee deduc'd, irriguous, fed, Twine round your heart indissoluble chains ! The private field looks gay, with Nature's wealth The stee) of Brutus burst the grosser bonds Abundant fows, and blooins with each delight By Cæsar cast o'er Roine; but still remain'd That Nature craves. Its happy master there, The soft enchanting fetters of the mind, The only freeman, walks his plcasing round: And other Cacsars rose. Determin'd, hoid Sweet-featur'd Peace attending; fearless Truth; Your independence! for, that once destroy'd, Firm Resolution; Goodness, blessing all

Unfounded, freedom is a morning dream, That can rejoice; Contentment, surest friend; That fits aërial from the spreading eye. And, still fresh storcs from Nature's book derir'd, “ Forbid it Heaven! that ever I need urge Philosopby, companion ever nex. 141 Integrity in office on my sons !

210 These cheer his rural, and sustain or fire,

Inculcate common honour--not to robWhen into action call’d, his busy hours.

And whom?—The gracious, the confiding hand, Meantime true judging moderate desires,

That lavishly rewards; the toiling poor, Economy and taste, combin'd, direct

Whose cup with many a bitter drop is mixt; His clear affairs, and from debauching fiends The guardian public; every face they see, Secare his little kingdom. Nor can those

And every friend ; nay, in effect, themselves. Whom fortune heaps, without these virtues, reach As in familiar life, the villain's fate That truce with pain, that animated ease, Admits no cure; so, when a desperate age That self enjoyment springing from within ; 150 At this arrives,' I the devoted race That Independence, active, or retird,

Indignant spurn, and hopeless soar away. Which make the soundest bliss of man below :

But, ah, too little known to modern times ! But, lost bencath the rubbish of their means, Be not the noblest passion past unsung ;

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That ray peculiar from unboun led love

Who these indeed can undetesting see !-Effus d, which kindles the heroic soul :

But who unpitying? To the generous eye Devotion to the public. Glorious flame!

Distress is virtue! and, though self-betray'd, Celestial ardour! in what unknown worlds, A people struggling with their fate must rouse Profusely scatter'd through the blue iminense, The hero's throb. Nor can a land, at once, Hast thou been blessing myriads, since in Rome, Be lost to virtue quite. How glorious then ! Old virtuous Rome, so many deathless names Fit luxury for gods ! to save the good, From thee their lustre drew? since, taught by thee, Protect the feeble, dash bold vice aside, 309 Their poverty put splendour to the blush, 231 Depress the wicked, and restore the frail. Pain grew luxurious, and ev'n death delight ? Posterity, besides, the young are pure, O, wilt thov ne'er, in thy long period, look, And sons may tinge their father's cheek with shamo. With blaze direct, on this my last retreat ?

“ Should then the times arrive (which Heaven 'Tis not enough, from self right understood

avert !) Reflected, that thy rays inflame the heart : That Britons bend unnerv'd, not by the force Though Virtue not disdains appeals to self, Of arms, more generous, and more manly, quell'd, Dreads not the trial : all her joys are true, But by corruption's soul-dejecting arts, Nor is there any real joy save her's.

Arts impudent! and gross ! by their own gold, Far less the tepid, the declaiming race, 240 | In part bestow'd, to bribe them to give all. Poes to corruption, to its wages friends,

With party raging, or immers'd in sloth,

310 Or those wbom private passions, for a while, Should they Britannia's well-fought laurels yield Beneath my standard list, can they suffice To slily-conquering Gaul; ev'n from her brow To raise and fix the glory of my reign?

Let her own naval oak be basely torn, “ An active flood of universal love

By such as tremble at the stiffening galę, Must swell the breast. First, in effusion wide, And nerveless sink while others sing rejoic'd. The restless spirit roves creation round,

Or (darker prospect! scarce one gleam behind And seizes every being : stronger then

Disclosing) should the broad corruptive plague It tends to life, whate'er the kindred search Breathe from the city to the farthest hut, Of bliss allies: then, more collected still, 250 That sits serene within the forest shade; It urges human-kind : a passion grown,

The fever'd people fire, infame their wants, 329 At last, the central parent-public calls

And their luxurious thirst, so gathering rage, Its utmost effort forth, awakes each sense,

That, were a buyer found, they stand prepar'd The comely, grand, and tender. Without this, To sell their birthright for a cooling draught. This awful pant, shook from sublimer powers Should shameless pens for plain corruption plead; Than those of self, this heaven-infus'd delight, The hir'i assassins of the commonweal! "This moral gravitation, rushing prone

Deem'd the declaiming rant of Greece and Rome, To press the public good, my system soon, Should public virtue grow the public scoff, Traverse, to several selfish centres drawn,

Till private, failing, staggers through the land : Will reel to ruin : while for ever shut 260 Till round the city loose mechanic want, Stand the bright portals of Jesponding Fame. Dire-prowling nightly, makes the cheerful haunts

From sordid self shoot up no shining deeds, Of men more hideous than Numidian wilds, 331 None of those ancient lights, that gladden Earth, Nor from its fury sleeps the vale in peace; Give grace to being, and arouse the brave And murders, horrours, perjuries abound : To just ambition, virtue's quickening fire ! Nay, till to lowest deeds the highest stoop ; Life tedious grows, an idly-bustling round, The rich, like starving wretches, thirst for gold; Fill'd up with actions animal and mean,

And those, on whom the vernal showers of Heaven A dull gazette ! Th' impatient reader scorns All-bounteous fall, and that prime lot bestow, The poor historic page ; till kindly comes

A power to live to Nature and themselves, Oblivion, and redeems a people's shame. 270 In sick attendance wear their anxious days, Not so the times, when emulation-stung,

With fortune, joyless, and with honours, mean. Greece shone in genius, science, and in arts, Meantime, perhaps, profusion flows around, 341 And Rome in virtues dreadful to be told !

The waste of war, without the works of peace; To live was glory then ! and charm'd mankind No mark of millions, in the gulph absorpt Through the deep periods of devolving time, Of uncreating vice, none but the rage Those, raptur’d, copy; these, astonish'd, read. Of rous'd corruption still demanding more.

" True, a corrupted state, with every vice That very portion, which (by faithful skill And every meanness foul, this passion damps. Employ'd) might make the smiling public rear Who can, unshock’d, behold the cruel eye? Her ornamented head, drill'd through the hands The pale inveigling sniile? the ruffian front ? 280 of mercenary tools, serses but to nurse The wretch abandon'd to relentless self,

A locust band within, and in the bud. 350 Equally vile if miser or profuse?

Leaves starv'd each work of dignity and use. Powers not of God, assiduous to corrupt?

“ I paint the worst. But should these times The fell deputed tyrant, who devours

If any nobler passion yet remain, (arrive, The poor and wcak, at distance from redress? Let all my sons all parties fling aside, Delirious faction bellowing loud my name? Despise their nonsense, and together join; The false fair-seeming patriot's hollow boast ? Let worth and virtue scorning low despair, A race resolv'd on bondage, fierce for chains, Exerted full, from every quiver shine, My sacred rights a merchandize alone

Coinmix'd in heighten'd blaze. Light flash'd to light, Esteeming, and to work their feeder's will 290 | Moral, or intellectual, more intense By deeds, a horrour to mankind, prepar'd, By giving glows. As on pure Winter's eve, 360 As were the dregs of Romulus of old ?

Gradual, the stars effulge ; fainter, at first,

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They, straggling, rise ; but when the radiant hust, | To Britons not unknown, to Britons fall
In thick profusion pourd, shine out immense, The goddess spreads her stores, the secret soul
Each casting vivid intiince on each,

That quiikens trade, the breath unseen that wafts
From pole to pole a glittering deluge plays, To then the treasures of a balanc'd world.
And worlds above rejoice, and men below.' But finer arts (sare what the Muse has sung

“But why to Britons this supertiuous strain? in daring night, above all modern wing) Good nature, honest truth erin somewhat blunt, Neglectrd droop the head; and public works, Of crooked baseness an indignant scorn,

Broke by corruption into private gain, A zeal unyielding in their country's cause, 570 Not ornament, disgrace; not serve, destroy. 440 And ready bounty, wont to dwell with them-- “Shall Britons, by their own joint wisdom ruld Nor only wont-Wide o'er the land ditlus'd, Beneath one royal head, whose vital power In many a blest retirement still they dwell. Connects, enlivens, and exerts the whole;

"To softer prospect turn we now the view, In finer arts, and public works, shall they To laure)I'd science, arts, and public works, To Gallia yield ? yield to a land that bends, That lend my finish'd fabric comcly pride, Deprest, and broke, beneath the will of one? Grandeur, and grace. Of sullen genius he! Of one who, should th' unkingly thirst of gold, Curs'á by the Muses! by the Graces loth'd ! Of tyrant passions, or ambition, prompt, Who deems beneath the public's high regard Calls locust armies o'er tbe blasted land: These last enlivening touches of my reign. 380 Drains from its thirsty bounds the springs of wealth, However pufl'd with power, and gorg'd with wealth, His own insatiate reservoir to fill :

451 A nation be ; let trade enormous rise,

To the lone desert patriot merit frowns, Let East and South their iningled treasure pour, Or into dungeons arts, when they, their chains, Till, swell'd impetuous, the corrupting tood Inclignant, bursting, for their nobler works Burst o'er the city, and devour the land :

All other licence scorn but Truth's and mine.. Yet these neglected, these recording arts,

Oh, shame to think! shall Britons, in the field Wealth rots, a nuisance; and, oblivious sunk, l'nconquer'd still, the better laurel lose? That nation must another Carthage lie.

Ev'n in that monarch's reign, who vaily dreamt, If not by them, on monumental brass,

By giddy power, betray'd, and flatter'd pride, On sculptur'd marble, on the deathless page, 390 To grasp unbounded sway; while, swarming round, Imprest, renown had left no trace behind :

His armies dar'd all Europe to the field; In vain, to future times, the sage had thought, To hostile hands while treasure flow'd profuse, The legislator plannid, the hero found

And, that great source of treasure, subject's blood, A beauteous death, the patriot toil'd in vain. Inhuman squander'd, sicken'd every land ; Th’ awarders they of Fame's immortal wreath, From Britain, chief, while my superior sons, They rouse ambition, they the mind exalt,

In vengeance rushing, dash'd his idle hopes, Give great ideas, lorely forms infuse,

And bade his agonizing heart be low: Delight the genoral eye, and, drest by them, Ev'n then, as in the golden calm of peace! The moral Venus glows with double charms. What public works at home, what arts arose !

“Science, my close associate, still attends 400 What various science shone! what genjus glow'd! Where'er 1 go. Sometiines in simple guise,

'Tis not for me to paint, diffusive shot 471 She walks the furrow with the consul swain, O'er fair extents of land, the shining road; Whispering unletter'd wisdom to the heart, The flood-compelling arch; the long canal, Direct; or, sometimes, in the pompous robe Through mountains piercing, and uniting seas; Of fancy drest, she charms Athenian wits, The dome resounding sweet with infant joy, And a whole sapient city round her burus.

From fainine sav'd, or cruel-handed shaine, Then o'er her brow Minerva's terrours nod; And that where valour counts his noble scars; With Xenophon, sometimes, in dire extremes, The land where social pleasure loves to dwell, She breathes deliberate soul, and makes retreat Of the fierce demon, Gothic duel, freed; l'equall'd glory; with the Theban sage, 410 | The robber from his farthest forest chas'd; 480 Epaminondas, first and best of men !

The turbid city clear'd, and, by degrees, Sometimes she bids the decp-embattled host, Into sure peace the best police refin'd, Above the vulgar reach, resistless form’d,

Magnificence, and grace, and decent joy. March to sure conquest--never gain'd before ! Let Gallic barils record, how honour'd arts, Nor on th treacherous seas of giddy state

And science, by despotic bounty bless'd, Unskilful she: when the triumphant tide

At distance flourish'd from my parent-ete, Of high-swoln empire wears one boundless smile, Restoring antient taste, how Boileau rose, And the gale tempts to new pursuits of fame, How the big Roman soul shook, in Corneille, Sometimes, with Scipio, she collects her sail, The trembling stage. In elegant Racine,

499 And secks the blissful shore of rural ease, 420 How the inore powerful, though more humble voice Where, but th’ Aonian maids, no sprens sirg; Of nature-painting Greece, resistless, breath'd Or should the deep-brew'd tempest inuttering rise, The whole awaken'd heart. How Moliere's scene While rocks and shoals pertidions lurk around, Chastis'd and regilar, with well judg'd wit, With Tully she her ujele reviving light

Not scatter'd wild, and native humour, grac'd, To senates holds, a Catiline co:founds,

Was life itself. To public honours rais'd, And saves awhile from (sar sinking Rome. How learning in warm seminaries spread; Such the kind power, whose piercing ere dissolves And, more for glory than the small reward, Each mental fetter, and sets reason frce;

Ilow emulation strove. How their pure tonge For me inspiring an enlightend zeal,

Almost obtain'd what was deny'd their arms. 499 The more tenacious as the more convinc'd 430 From Rome, awhile, how Painting, courted lovs, How happy freemen, and how wretched slaves. With Poussin came; ancient design, that lifts

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A fairer front, and looks another soul.

Materials heap'd, that, well-employ'd, with Rom How the kind art, that, of unvalued price, Miglit vie our grandeur, and with Greece our art. The fam'd and only picture, easy, gives,

• Lo!'princes I behold! contriving still, Refind her touch, and, through the shadow'd piece, and still conducting firm some brave design ; All the live spirit of the painter pour'd.

Kings! that the narrow joyless circle scoin,
Corest of arts, how Sculpture northward deign'd Burst the blockade of false designing men,
A look, and bade her Girardon arise.

Of treacherous smiles, of adulation fell,
How lavish grandeur blaz'd; the barren waste, And of the blinding clouds around them thrown:
Astonish'd, saw the sudden palace swell, 510 Their court rejoicing millions; worth alone, 580
And fountains spout amid its arid shades.

And virtue dear to them; their best delight,
For leagues, bright vistas opening to the view, In just proportion, to give general joy :
How forests in majestic gardens smild.

Their jealous care thy kingdom to maintain ;
How menial arts, by their gay sisters taught, The public glory theirs ; unsparing love
Wove the deep flower, the blooming foliage traind Their endless treasure; and their deeds their praise.
In joyous figures o'er the silky lawn,

With thee they work. Nought can resist your force:
The palace cheer'd, illum'd the story'd wall, Life feels it quickening in her dark retreats ;
And with the pencil vy'd the glowing loom. Strong spread the blooms of genius, science, art;

“ These laurels, Louis, by the droppings rais'd His bashful bounds disclosing merit breaks ;
Of thy profusion, its dishonour'd shade, (brow; | And, big with fruits of glory, virtue blows 590
And, green through future times, shall bind thy Expansive o'er the land. Another race
While the vain honours of perfidious war 522 Of generous youth, of patriot-sires, i see!
Wither abhorr'd, or iu oblivion lost.

Not those vain insects futtering in the blaze
With what prevailing vigour had they shot, Of court, and ball and play; those venal souls,
And stole a deeper root, by the full tide

Corruption's veteran unrelenting bands,
Of war-sunk millions fed ? Superior still,

That, to their vices slaves, can ne'er be free.
How had they branch'd luxuriant to the skies, " I see the fountain's purg'd? whence life derives
In Britain planted, by the potent juice

A clear or turbid flow; see the young mind
Of freedom swell'a? Forc'd is the bloom of arts, Not fed impure by chance, by flattery fool'd.
A false uncertain spring, when bounty gives, 530 Or by scholastic jargon bloated proud, 600
Weak without me, a transitory gleam.

But fill'd and nourish'd by the light of truth.
Fair shine the slippery days, enticing skies Then, beam'd through fancy the refining ray,
Of favour smile, and courtly breezes blow; And pouring on the heart, the passions feel
Till arts, betray'd, trust to the flattering air At once informing light and moving flame;
Their tender blossom: then malignant rise Till moral, public, graceful action crowns
The blights of envy, of those insect-clouds, The whole. Behold! the fair contention gloss,
That, blasting merit, often cover courts :

In all that mind or body can adorn,
Nay, should, perchance, some kind Mæcenas aid And form to life. Instead of barren heads,
The doubtful bearings of his prince's soul, Barbarian pedants, wrangling sons of pride,
His wavering ardour fix, and unconfin'd 540 And truth.perplexing metaphysic wits,

610 Diffuse his warın beneficence around ;

Men, patriots, chiefs, and citizens are form'd.
Yet death, at last, and wintery tyrants come, “ LO! Justice, like the liberal light of Heaven,
Fach sprig of genius killing at the root.

Unpurchas'd shines on all, and from her beam,
But when with me imperial bounty joins,

Appalling guilt, retire the savage crew,
Wide o'er the public blows eternal Spring : That prowl amid the darkness they themselves
While mingled Autumn every harvest pours

Have thrown around the laws. Oppression grieves :
Of every land; whate'er invention, art,

See! how her legal furies bite the lip,
Creating toil and Nature can produce.”

While Yorks and Talbots their deep snares detect,
Here ceas'd the goddess ; and her ardent wings, And seize swift justice through the clouds they raise.
Dipt in the colours of the heavenly bow, 550) “ See! social Labour lifts his guarded head, 620
Stood waving radiance round, for sudden flight And men not yield to government in vain.
Prepar'd, when thus, impatient, burst my prayer. From the sure land is rooted ruffian force,
“Oh, forining light of life! 0, better Sun! And, the lewd nurse of villains, idle waste;
Sun of mankind! by whom the cloudy north, Lo! raz'd their liaunts, down dash'd their nadden-
Sublim'd, not cpvies Languedocian skies,

ing bowl, That, unstain'd ether all, diffusive smile:

A nation's poison! beauteous order reigns !
When shall we call these ancient laurels ours ? Manly submission, unimposing toil,
And when thy wurk complete ” Straight with her Trade without guile, civility that marks
Celestial red, she touch'd my darken’d eyes. (hand, From the foul bord of brutal slaves thy sons,
As at the touch of day the shades dissolve, 560 And fearless peace. Or should affronting war
So quick, methought, the misty circle clear'd, To slow but dreadful vengeance rouse the just,
That dims the dawn of being here below :

Unfailing fields of freemen 1 behold!

631 The future shone disclos'd, and, in long view, That know, with their own proper arm, to guard Bright rising eras instant rush'd to light. (hold! Their own blest isle against a leaguing world.

“ They come! Great goddess ! I the times be- Despairing Gaul her boiling youth restrains,
The times our fathers, in the bloo:ly field, Dissolv'd her dream of universal sway:
Have carn'd so dear, and, not with less renown, The winds and seas are Britain's wide domain:
In the warm struggles of the senate fight.

And not a sail, but by permission, spreads.
The times I see! whose glory to supply,

“ Lo! swarming southward on rejoicing sons,
For toiling ages, commerce round the world 570 Gay colonies extend; the calm retreat
Has wing'd unnumber'd sails, and from each land | Of undesery'd distress, the better horne 640
VOL. XII.

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