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EMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, Now,
Or by the lazy Scheld, or wandering Po;
. I roam, whatever realms to see,
* In this poem feveral alterations were made, and fome new verses added, as it passed through different aditions. We have printed it from the ninth, which was the last edition published in the lifetime of the author.
Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend,
But me, not destin'd such delights to share, My prime of life in wand'ring spent and care : Impell’d, with steps unceafing, to pursue Some flceting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies ; Allures from far, yet, as I follow, fies; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Ev'n now, where Alpine folitudes ascend, I fit me down a pensive hour to spend ; And, plac'd on high above the storm's career, Look downward where an hundred reálms appear ; Lakes, forests, cities, plains extending wide, The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humble pride.
When thus Creation's charms around combine, Amidft the store, should thankless pride repine? Say, should the philofophic mind disdain That good, which makes each humbler bosom vain? Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can, These little things are great to little man ; And wiser he, whose sympathetic mind Exults in all the good of all mankind. Ye glitt'ring towns with wealth and splendor crown'd Ye fields where summer spreads profufion round.
Ye lakes, whose vessels catch the busy gale,
As some lone mifer visiting his store, Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'er; Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill, Yet still he fighs, for hoards are wanting till : Thus to my breast alternate paflions rise, Pleas'd with each gnod that heav'n to man supplics : Yet oft a figh prevails, and sorrow's fall, To see the board of human bliss so small; And oft I wish, amidst the scene, to find Some spot to real happiness consign'd, Where my worn-foul, cach wand'ring hope at reit, May gather bliss to see my fellows bleft.
But where to find that happiest spot below,
Nature, a mother kind alike to all,
With food as well the peasant is supply'd
But let us view these truths with closer eyes, And trace them through the prospect as it lies ; Here for a while my proper cares resign’d, Here let me fit in sorrow for mankind, Like yon neglected shrub at random cast, That shades the steep, and fighs at ev'ry blast.
Far to the right where Appennine ascends, Bright as the summer, Italy extends ; Its uplands Noping deck the mountain's fide, Woods over woods in gay theatric pride ; While oft some temple's mould'ring top between, With venerable grandeur marks the scene.
Could nature's bounty satisfy the breast, The sons of Italy were surely blest. Whatever fruits in different climes were found, That proudly rife, or humbly court the ground Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year ; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives that blossom but to die ;
These here disporting own the kindred foil,
But small the bliss that sense alone beftows, And sensual bliss is all this nation knows. In florid beauty groves and fields appear, Man feems the only growth that dwindles here. Contrafted faults through all his manners reign, Though poor, luxurious, though submissive, vain, Though grave, yet trifling, zealous, yet untrue, And ev'n in penance planning fins anew, All evils here contaminate the mind, That opulence departed leaves behind ; For wealth was theirs, not far remov'd the date, When commerce proudly flourish'd through the flate; At her command the palace learn’d to rife, Again the long-fall'n column sought the fkies ; The canvass glow'd beyond e'en Nature warm, The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form. Till, more unsteady than the southern gale, Commerce on other shores display'd her fail : While sought remain'd of all that riches gave, But towns upman'd, and lords without a llave : And late the nation found with fruitless skill Its former strength was but plethoric ill.
Yet still the loss of wealth is here supplied