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Secure his little kingdom. Nor can those The guardian public; every face they see,
As in familiar life, the villain's fate
Admits no cure; so, when a desperate age
At this arrives, I the devoted race
“ But, ah, too little known to modern times ! And drain'd by wants to nature all unknown, Be not the noblest passion past unsung ; A wandering, tasteless, gaily-wretched train, | That ray peculiar, from unbounded love Though rich, are beggars, and though noble, slaves. Effus'd, which kindles the heroic soul : “Lo! damn'd to wealth, at what a gross ex- Devotion to the public. Glorious flame! pense
Celestial ardor! in what unknown worlds, They purchase disappointment, pain, and shame, Profusely scatter'd through the blue immense, Instead of hearty hospitable cheer.
Hast thou been blessing myriads, since in Rome, See! how the hall with brutal riot flows;
Old virtuous Rome, so many deathless names
Their poverty put splendor to the blush,
With blaze direct, on this my last retreat ?
“ 'Tis not enough, from self right understood The woodland genius mourns. See! the full board Reflected, that thy rays inflame the heart: That streams disgust, and bowls that give no joy : Though Virtue not disdains appeals to self, No truth invited there, to feed the mind ;
Dreads not the trial : all her joys are true, Nor wit, the wine-rejoicing reason quaffs.
Nor is there any real joy save hers.
Foes to corruption, to its wages friends,
“ An active flood of universal love See! self-abandon'd, how they roam adrift,
Must swell the breast. First, in effusion wide, Dash'd o'er the town, a miserable wreck!
The restless spirit roves creation round, Then to adorn some warbling eunuch turn’d, And seizes every being : stronger then With Midas' ears they crowd ; or to the buzz It tends to life, whate'er the kindred search Of masquerade unblushing; or, to show
Of bliss allies : then, more collected still, Their scorn of Nature, at the tragic scene
It urges human-kind : a passion grown, They mirthful sit, or prove the comic true. At last, the central parent-public calls But, chief, behold! around the ratiling board, Its utmost effort forth, awakes each sense, The civil robbers rang'd; and ev'n the fair, The comely, grand, and tender. Without this, The tender fair, each sweetness laid aside, This awful pant, shook from sublimer powers As fierce for plunder as all-licens'd troops Than those of self, this heaven-infus'd delight, In some sack'd city. Thus dissolv'd their wealth, This moral gravitation, rushing prone Without one generous luxury dissolvid,
To press the public good, my system soon,
Traverse, to several selfish centres drawn,
From sordid self shoot up no shining deeds,
Life tedious grows, an idly-bustling round, By merchant pilfer'd, to these willing slaves ! Fillid up with actions animal and mean, And, rich, as unsqueez'd favorite, to them, A dull gazette! Th' impatient reader scorns Is he who can his virtue boast alone!
The poor historic page; till kindly comes Britons! be firm !nor let corruption sly Oblivion, and redeems a people's shame. Twine round your heart indissoluble chains ! Not so the times, when, emulation-stung, The steel of Brutus burst the grosser bonds Greece shone in genius, science, and in arts, By Cæsar cast o'er Rome ; but still remain'd And Rore in virtues dreadful to be told! The sofl-enchanting fetters of the mind,
To live was glory then ! and charm'd mankind And other Cæsars rose. Determin'd, hold
Through the deep periods of devolving time, Your independence! for, that once destroy'd, Those, raptur'd, copy! these, astonish'd, read. Unfounded, freedom is a morning dream,
" True, a corrupted state, with every vice That flits aërial from the spreading eye.
And every meanness foul, this passion damps "Forbid it, Heaven! that ever I need urge Who can, unshock'd, behold the cruel eye? Integrity in office on my sons !
The pale inveigling smile? the ruffian front?
The wretch abandon'd to relentless self,
Powers not of God, assiduous to corrupt ?
The poor and weak, at distance from redress * Employ'd) might make the smiling public rear Delirious faction bellowing loud my name?
Her ornamented head, drill'd through the hands The false fair-seeming patriot's hollow boast? Of mercenary tools, serves but to nurse A race resolv'd on bondage, fierce for chains, A locust band within, and in the bud My sacred rights a merchandise alone
Leaves starv'd each work of dignity and use. Esteeming, and to work their feeder's will
"I paint the worst. But should these times By deeds, a horror to mankind, prepar'd,
arrive, As were the dregs of Romulus of old ?
If any nobler passion yet remain, Who these indeed can undetesting see !
Let all my sons all parties fling aside, But who unpitying ? To the generous eye
Despise their nonsense, and together join ; Distress is virtue! and, though self-betray'd, Let worth and virtue, scorning low despair, A people struggling with their fate must rouse Exerted full, from every quiver shine, The hero's throb. Nor can a land, at once, Commix'd in heighten'd blaze. Light flash'd to Be lost to virtue quite. How glorious then!
light, Fit luxury for gods! to save the good,
Moral, or intellectual, more intense Protect the feeble, dash bold vice aside,
By giving glows. As on pure Winter's eve, Depress the wicked, and restore the frail.
Gradual, the stars effulge; fainter, at first, Posterity, besides, the young, are pure,
They, straggling, rise ; but when the radiant host, And sons may tinge their fathers' cheek with shame. In thick profusion pour'd, shine out immense, “ Should then the times arrive (which Heaven Each casting vivid influence on each, avert!)
From pole to pole a glittering deluge plays, That Britons bend unnerv'd, not by the force And worlds above rejoice, and men below. Of arms, more generous, and more manly, quellid, " But why to Britons this superfluous strain ?But by corruption's soul-dejecting arts,
Good-nature, honest truth ev'n somewhat blunt, Arts impudent! and gross! by their own gold, Of crooked baseness an indignant scorn, In part bestow'd, to bribe them to give all.
A zeal unyielding in their country's cause, With party raging, or immers'd in sloth,
And ready bounty, wont to dwell with them Should they Britannia's well-fought laurels yield Nor only wont-Wide o'er the land diffus'd, To slily-conquering Gaul; ev’n from her brow In many a blest retirement still they dwell. Let her own naval oak be basely torn,
“ To softer prospect turn we now the view, By such as tremble at the stiffening gale,
To laurel’d science, arts, and public works, And nerveless sink while others sing rejoic'd. That lend my finish'd fabric comely pride, Or (darker prospect! scarce one gleam behind Grandeur, and grace. Of sullen genius he! Disclosing) should the broad corruptive plague Curs'd by the Muses! by the Graces loth'd ! Breathe from the city to the farthest hut,
Who deems beneath the public's high regard That sits serene within the forest shade,
These last enlivening touches of my reign. The fever'd people fire, inflame their wants, However puff 'd with power, and gorg’d with wealth, And their luxurious thirst, so gathering rage, A nation be ; let trade enormous rise, That, were a buyer found, they stand prepar'd Let East and South their mingled treasure pour, To sell their birthright for a cooling draught. Till, swell'd impetuous, the corrupting flood Should shameless pens for plain corruption plead; Burst o'er the city, and devour the land : The hir'd assassins of the commonweal!
Yet these neglected, these recording arts, Deem'd the declaiming rant of Greece and Rome, Wealth rots, a nuisance; and, oblivious sunk, Should public virtue grow the public scoff, That nation must another Carthage lie. Till private, failing, staggers through the land : If not by them, on monumental brass, Till round the city loose mechanic want,
On sculptur'd marble, on the deathless page, Dire-prowling nightly, makes the cheerful haunts Imprest, renown had left no trace behind : Of men more hideous than Numidian wilds. In vain, to future times, the sage had thought, Nor from its fury sleeps the vale in peace; The legislator plann'd, the hero found And murders, horrors, perjuries abound:
A beauteous death, the patriot toil'd in vain. Nay, till to lowest deeds the highest stoop; Th’awarders they of Fame's immortal wreath, The rich, like starving wretches, thirst for gold; They rouse ambition, they the mind exalt, And those, on whom the vernal showers of Heaven Give great ideas, lovely forms infuse, All-bounteous fall, and that prime lot bestow, Delight the general eye, and, drest by them, A power to live to Nature and themselves, The moral Venus glows with double charms. In sick attendance wear their anxious days,
“ Science, my close associate, still attends With fortune, joyless, and with honors, mean. Where'er I go. Sometimes, in simple guise, Meantime, perhaps, profusion flows around, She walks the furrow with the consul swain, The waste of war, without the works of peace; Whispering unletter'd wisdom to the heart, No mark of millions, in the gulf absorpt
Direct; or, sometimes, in the pompous robe Of uncreating vice, none but the rage
Of fancy drest, she charms Athenian wits, Of rous'd corruption still demanding more.
And a whole sa pient city round her burns.
Then o'er her brow Minerva's terrors nod;
She breathes deliberate soul, and makes retreatt * Lord Molesworth, in his account of Denmark, says: Unequall'd glory; with the Theban sage, " It is observed, that in limited monarchies and common. Epaminondas, first and best of men! wealths, a neighborhood to the seat of the government is advantageous to the subjects: while the distant prov. | The famous retreat of the Ten Thousand was chiefly inces are less thriving, and more liable to oppression." conducted by Xenophon.
Sometimes she bids the deep-embattled host, The flood-compelling arch ; the long canal,*
Through mountains piercing, and uniting seas; March to sure conquest-never gain'd before !* The dome resounding sweet with insant joy,t Nor on the treacherous seas of giddy state
From famine sav'd, or cruel-handed shame, Unskilful she : when the triumphant ride
And that where valor counts his noble scars;
The turbid city clear'd, and, by degrees,
And science, by despotic bounty bless'd,
At distance flourish'd from my parent-eye, And saves awhile from Cæsar sinking Rome. Restoring ancient taste, how Boileau rose. Such the kind power, whose piercing eye dissolves How the big Roman soul shook, in Corneille, Each mental fetter, and sets reason free;
The trembling stage. In elegant Racine, For me inspiring an enlighten'd zeal,
How the more powerful, though more humble voice
Chastis'd and regular, with well-judg‘d wit,
How learning in warm seminaries spread ;1
How emulation strove. How their pure tongue Neglected droop the head; and public works,
Almost obtain'd what was denied their arins. Broke by corruption into private gain,
From Rome, awhile, how Painting, courted long, Not ornament, disgrace; not serve, destroy.
With Poussin came: ancient design, that lifts
Refind her touch, and, through the shadow'd piece,
How lavish grandeur blaz'd; the barren waste, Calls locust armies o'er the blasted land :
Astonish'd, saw the sudden palace swell, Drains from its thirsty bounds the springs of wealth, And fountains spout amid its arid shades. His own insatiate reservoir to fill :
For leagues, bright vistas opening to the view, To the lone desert patriot merit frowns,
How forests in majestic gardens smil'd.
Wove the deep flow'r, the blooming foliage train d
And with the pencil vied the glowing loom.||
While the vain honors of perfidious war
And stole a deeper root, by the full tide
of war-sunk millions fed ? Superior still, In vengeance rushing, dash'd his idle hopes, How had they branch'd luxuriant to the skies, And bade his agonizing heart be low :
In Britain planted, by the potent juice Ev’n then, as in the golden calm of peace!
Of freedom swellid ? Forc'd is the bloom of arts, What public works at home! what arts arose ! A false uncertain spring, when bounty gives, What various science shone! what genius glow'd! Weak without me, a transitory gleam. “ 'Tis not for me to paint, diffusive shot
Fair shine the slippery days, enticing skies O'er fair extents of land, the shining road;
Of favor smile, and courtly breezes blow;
Till arts, betray'd, trust to the flattering air * Epaminondas, after having beat the Lacedæmonians Their tender blossom : then malignant rise and their allies, in the battle of Leuctra, made an incur. sion at the head of a powerful army into Laconia. It * The canal of Languedoc. was now six hundred years since the Dorians had pos † The hospitals for foundlings and invalids. sessed this country, and in all that time the face of an 1 The academies of Science, of the Belles lettres, and enemy had not been seen within their territories.-Plu- of Painting. tarch in Agesilaus.
$ Engraving. | Lewis XIV.
| The tapestry of the Gobelins.
The blights of envy, of those insect-clouds, Till moral, public, gracefui action crowns
The whole. Behold! the fair contention glows,
Barbarian pedants, wrangling sons of pride,
And truth-perplexing metaphysic wits,
“ Lo! Justice, like the liberal light of Heaven, But when with me imperial bounty joins,
Unpurchas'd shines on all, and from her beam, Wide o'er the public blows eternal Spring : A ppalling guilt, retire the savage crew, While mingled Autumn every harvest pours That prowl amid the darkness they themselves Of every land : whate'er invention, art,
Have thrown around the laws. Oppression grieves: Creating toil and Nature can produce."
See! how her legal furies bite the lip, Here ceas'd the goddess; and her ardent wings, While Yorks and Talbots their deep snares detect, Dipt in the colors of the heavenly bow,
And seize swift justice through the clouds they raise. Stood waving radiance round, for sudden flight “See! social Labor lifts his guarded head, Prepar'd, when thus, impatient, burst my prayer. And men not yield to government in vain. "Oh, forming light of life! O, belter Sun! From the sure land is rooted ruffian force, Sun of mankind! by whom the cloudy north, And, the lewd nurse of villains, idle waste ; [bowl, Sublim'd, not envies Languedocian skies,
Lo! raz'd their haunts, down dash'd their maddening That, unstain'd ether all, diffusive smile:
A nation's poison! beauteous order reigns !
From the foul herd of brutal slaves thy song,
Despairing Gaul her boiling youth restrains, “ They come! great goddess ! I the times behold! Dissolv'd her dream of universal sway: The times our fathers, in the bloody field,
The winds and seas are Britain's wide domain ; Have earn'd so dear, and, not with less renown, And not a sail, but by permission, spreads. In the warm struggles of the Senate fight.
“ Lo! swarming southward on rejoicing sons, The times I see! whose glory to supply,
Gay colonies extend; the calm retreat For toiling ages, commerce round the world Of undeserv'd distress, the better home Has wing'd unnumber'd sails, and from each land of those whom bigots chase from foreign lands, Materials heap'd, that, well-employ'd, with Rome Not built on rapine, servitude, and woe, Might vie our grandeur, and with Greece our art. And in their turn some petty tyrant's prey ;
“Lo! princes I behold! contriving still, But, bound by social freedom, firm they rise ; And still conducting firm some brave design; Such as, of late, an Oglethorpe has form'd, Kings ! that the narrow joyless circle scorn, And, crowding round, the charm'd Savannah sees. Burst the blockade of false designing men,
“ Horrid with want and misery, no more Of treacherous smiles, of adulation fell,
Our streets the tender passenger amict. And of the blinding clouds around them thrown: Nor shivering age, nor sickness without friend, Their court rejoicing millions; worth alone, Or home, or bed to bear his burning load, And virtue dear to them; their best delight, Nor agonizing infant, that ne'er earn'd In just proportion to give general joy :
Its guiltless pangs, I see! The stores, profuse, Their jealous care thy kingdom to maintain ; Which British bounty has to these assign'd, The public glory theirs; unsparing love
No more the sacrilegious riot swell Their endless treasure; and their deeds their praise. Or cannibal devourers! Right applied, With thee they work. Nought can resist your force : No starving wretch the land of freedom stains. Life feels it quickening in her dark retreats ; If poor, employment finds; if old, demands; Strong spread the blooms of genius, science, art; If sick, if maim'd, his miserable due; His bashful bounds disclosing merit breaks ; And will, if young, repay the fondest care. And, big with fruits of glory, virtue blows Sweet sets the sun of stormy life, and sweet Expansive o'er the land. Another race
The morning shines, in mercy's dews array'd. of generous youth, of patriot-sires, I see !
Lo! how they rise! these families of Heaven ! Not those vain insects fluttering in the blaze That!* chief, (but why-ye bigots !-why so late ?) Of court, and ball, and play; those venal souls, Where blooms and warbles glad a rising age : Corruption's veteran unrelenting bands,
What smiles of praise ! and while their song ascends, Thai, to their vices slaves, can ne'er be free. The listening seraph lays his lute aside.
" I see the fountain 's purg'd; whence life derives “Hark! the gay Muses raise a nobler strain,
Of various string, and heart-felt image fill'd.
* An hospital for foundlings.
Restor’d: behold! the well-dissembled scene
Oh! if thou hoverst round my walk, Calls from embellish'd eyes the lovely lear,
While under every well-known tree, Or lights up mirth in modest cheeks again.
I to thy fancied shadow talk,
And every tear is full of thee;
Should then the weary eye of grief,
Beside some sympathetic stream, O'er the brute scene its ouran-outangs * pours;
In slumber find a short relief, Detested forms! that, on the mind imprest,
O visit thou my soothing dream! Corrupt, confound, and barbarize an age.
“ Behold! all thine again the sister-arts, Thy graces they, knit in harmonious dance. Nurs'd by the treasure from a nation drain'd
THE HAPPY MAN. Their works to purchase, they to nobler rouse
HE's not the Happy Man, to whom is given Their untam'd genius, their unfetter'd thought;
A plenteous fortune by indulgent Heaven; of pompous tyrants, and of dreaming monks,
Whose gilded roofs on shining columns rise, The gaudy tools, and prisoners, no more.
And painted walls enchant the gazer's eyes; “Lo! numerous domes a Burlington confess :
Whose table flows with hospitable cheer, For kings and senates fit, the palace see!
And all the various bounty of the year; The temple breathing a religious awe;
Whose valleys smile, whose gardens breathe the Ev'n fram'd with elegance the plain retreat,
Spring, The private dwelling. Certain in his aim,
Whose carved mountains bleat, and forests sing ; Taste, never idly working, saves expense. "See! Sylvan scenes, where, Art, alone, pretends While his full cellars give their generous wines;
For whom the cooling shade in Summer twines, To dress her mistress, and disclose her charms:
From whose wide fields unbounded Autumn pours Such as a Pope in miniature has shown;
A golden tide into his swelling stores: A Bathurst o'er the widening forestt spreads;
Whose Winter laughs; for whom the liberal gales And such as form a Richmond, Chiswick, Stowe.
Stretch the big sheet, and toiling commerce sails; “ August, around, what public works I see!
When yielding crowds attend, and pleasure serves Lo! stately streets, lo! squares that court the breeze, while youth, and health, and vigor string his nerves In spite of those to whom pertains the care,
Ev'n not at all these, in one rich lot combind, Ingulfing more than founded Roman ways.
Can make the Happy Man, without the mind; Lo! ray'd from cities o'er the brighten'd land,
Where Judgment sits clear-sighted, and surveys Connecting sea to sea, the solid road.
The chain of Reason with unerring gaze; Lo! the proud arch (no vile exactor's stand)
Where Fancy lives, and to the brightening eyes With easy sweep bestrides the chafing flood.
His fairer scenes, and bolder figures rise ; See! long canals, and deepen'd rivers, join
Where social Love exerts her soft command,
And plays the passions with a tender hand,
Whence every virtue flows, in rival strife,
HARD is the fate of him who loves, The vision broke; and, on my waking eye,
Yet dares not tell his trembling pain, Rush'd the still ruins of dejected Rome.
But to the sympathetic groves,
But to the lonely listening plain.
Oh! when her footsteps next are seen
In flowery tracts along the mead,
In fresher mazes o'er the green,
Ye gentle spirits of the vale,
To whom the tears of love are dear,
From dying lilies waft a gale,
And sigh my sorrows in her ear.
O, tell her what she cannot blame,
Though fear my tongue must ever bind
O, tell her that my virtuous flame
Is as her spotless soul refin'd.
Not her own guardian angel eyes * A creature which, of all brutes, most resembles man.
With chaster tenderness his care, -See Dr. Tyson's treatise on this animal.
Not purer her own wishes rise, Okely woods, near Cirencester.
Not holier her own sighs in prayer.