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Thine, Freedom, thine the blessings pictur'd here,
Thine are those charms that dazzle' and endear;
Too bleft indeed, were fuch without alloy,
But fofter'd ev'n by Freedom ills annoy,
That independance Britons prize too high,
Keeps man from man, and breaks the social tie;
The self-dependant lordlings stand alone,
All claims that bind and sweeten life unknown ;
Here by the bonds of nature feebly held,
Minds combat minds, repelling and repellid.
Ferments arise, imprison's factions roar,
Represt ambition ftruggles round her shore,
Till over-wrought, the general system feels
Its motions ftop, or phrenzy fires the wheels.
Nor this the worst. "As 'nature's ties decay,
As duty, love, and honour fail to sway,
Fictitious bonds, the bonds of wealth and law,
Still gather strength, and force unwilling awe.
Hence all obedience bows to these alone,
And talents sink, and merit weeps unknown;
Till time may come when fript of all her charms,
The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms,
Where noble ftems transmit the patriot flame,
Where kings have toil'd, and poets wrought for fame; il y
One fink of level avarice shall lie,
es 01", And scholars, foldiers, kings, unhonour'd die.
Yet think not, thus when Freedom's ills I flate, H
I mean to flatter kings, or court the great ;
Ye powr's of truth that bid my foul aspire,
Far from bosom drive the low defire ;
And thou, fair Freedom, taught alike to feel;
The rabble's rage, and tyrant's angry feel;
Thou transitory flow'r alike undone
By proud contempt, or favour's foft'ring fun,
Still may thy blooms the changeful clime endure,
I only would repress them to secure :
For just experience tells, in ev'ry foil,
HT That those who think must govern those that toil:
And all that Freedom's highest aims can reach,
Is but to lay proportion'a loads on each.
Hence, should one order disproportiou'd grow, :
Its double weight muft ruin all below.
O then how.bliod to all that truth requires,
Who think it Freedom when a part aspires !
Calm is my foul, nor apt to rise in arms, .
Except when fatt approaching danger warms :
But when contending chiefs blockade the throne,
Contracting regal pow'r to ftretch their own,
When I behold a fa&ious band agree
To call it freedom wben themselves are free ;
Each wanton judge'new penal tatutes draw,
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law;
The wealth of climes, where savage nations roam,
Pillag'd from faves to purchase flayes at home;
Fear, pity, justice, indignation start,
Tear off reserve, and bear my swelling heart ;
Till half a patriot, half a coward grown,
I Ay from petty tyrants to the throne,
Yes, brother, curse with me that baleful hour
When first ambition truck at regal pow'r;
And thus polluting honour in its source,
Gave wealth to sway the mind with double force.
Have we not seen round Britain's peopled More,
Her ufoful fons exchang'd for useless ore?
Seen all her triumphs but destruction hatte,
Like fiaming tapers bright ’ning as they waste;
Seen Oppulence, her grandeur to maintain,
Lead ftern Depopulation in her train,
And over fields where scatter'd hamlet'a 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 a,
The modest matron, and the bļuling 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 ftuns with thund'ring found?
Ev'n now, perhaps, as there fome pilgrim (trays Through tangled forests, and through 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 wo, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Cafts a long look where England's glories shine, And bids his bosom fympathize with mine.
Vain, very vain, my weary search to find
That bliss which only centres in the mind :
Why have I ftray'd from pleasure and repose,
To seek a good each government bestows ?
In ev'ry government, though terrors reign,
Though tyrant kings, or tyrant laws restrain,
How small of all that human hearts endure,
part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Still to ourselves in ev'ry place consign'd,
Our own felicity we make or find :
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
The lifted ax, 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.
Where smiling fpring its earliest visit paid,
And parting fummer's ling'ring blooms delay'd.
Dear lovely bow'rs of innocence and ease,
Seats of my youth, when ev'ry sport could please,
How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green,
Where humble happiness endear'd each scene !
How often have I pausid on ev'ry charm,
The shelter'd cot, the cultivated farm,
The never-failing brook, the busy mill, t.
The decent church that topt the neighb'ring hill,
The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,
For talking age and whisp'ring lovers made !
How often have I bleft the coming day,
When toil remitting lent its turn to play,