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Secure his little kingdom. Nor can those The guardian public; every face they see,
Whom fortune heaps, without these virtues, reach And every friend ; nay, in effect, themselves.
That truce with pain, that animated ease,

As in familiar life, the villain's fate
That self-enjoyment springing from within;

Admits no cure; so, when a desperate age
That Independence, active, or retir'd,

At this arrives, I the devoted race
Which make the soundest bliss of man below: Indignant spurn, and hopeless soar away.
But, lost beneath the rubbish of their means,

“ 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
While in the foaming flood, fermenting, steep'd, From thee their lustre drew? since, taught by thee,
The country maddens into party-rage.

Their poverty put splendor to the blush,
Mark! those disgraceful piles of wood and stone ;- Pain grew luxurious, and ev'n death delight ?
Those parks and gardens, where, his haunts be- 0, wilt thou ne'er, in thy long period, look,
trimm'd,

With blaze direct, on this my last retreat ?
And Nature by presumptuous art oppress'd,

“ '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.
Hark! how the dome with insolence resounds, Far less the tepid, the declaiming race,
With those retain'd by vanity to scare

Foes to corruption, to its wages friends,
Repose and friends. To tyrant fashion mark Or those whom private passions for a while,
The costly worship paid, to the broad gaze Beneath my standard list can they suffice
Of fools. From still delusive day to day, To raise and fix the glory of my reign?
Led an eternal round of lying hope,

“ 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,
Or quarter'd on it many a needless want,

Traverse, to several selfish centres drawn,
At the throng'd levee bends the venal tribe : Will reel to ruin: while for ever shut
With fair but faithless smiles each varnish'd o'er, Stand the bright portals of desponding Fame.
Each smooth as those that mutually deceive,

From sordid self shoot up no shining deeds,
And for their falsehood each despising each ; None of those ancient lights, that gladden Earth.
Till shook their patron by the wintry winds, Give grace to being, and arouse the brave
Wide flies the wither'd shower, and leaves him bare. To just ambition, virtue's quickening fire!
O, far superior Afric's sable sons,

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?
Inculcate common honor-not to rob-

The wretch abandon'd to relentless self,
And whom ?- The gracious, the confiding hand, Equally vile if miser or profuse?
That lavishly rewards; the toiling poor,

Powers not of God, assiduous to corrupt ?
Whose cup with many a bitter drop is mixt ; The fell deputed tyrant, who devours

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.
That very portion, which (by faithful skill

Then o'er her brow Minerva's terrors nod;
With Xenophon, sometimes, in dire extremes,

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,*
Above the vulgar reach, resistless form’d,

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;
of high-swoln empire wears one boundless smile, The land where social pleasure loves to dwell,
And the gale tempts to new pursuits of fame, of the fierce demon, Gothic duel, freed;
Sometimes, with Scipio, she collects her sail, The robber from his farthest forest chas'd;
And seeks the blissful shore of rural ease,

The turbid city clear'd, and, by degrees,
Where, but th’ Aonian maids, no syrens sing; Into sure peace the best police refind,
Or should the deep-brew'd tempest muttering rise, Magnificence, and grace, and decent joy.
While rocks and shoals perfidious lurk around, Let Gallic bards record, how honor'd arts,
With Tully she her wide-reviving light

And science, by despotic bounty bless'd,
To senates holds, a Catiline confounds,

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
The more tenacious as the more convinc'd Of nature-painting Greece, resistless, breath'd
How happy freemen, and how wretched slaves. The whole awaken'd heart. How Moliere's scene
To Britons not unknown, to Britons full

Chastis'd and regular, with well-judg‘d wit,
The goddess spreads her stores, the secret soul Not scatter'd wild, and native humor, grac'd,
That quickens trade, the breath unseen that wafts Was life itself. To public honors rais d,
To them the treasures of a balanc'd world.

How learning in warm seminaries spread ;1
But finer arts (save what the Muse has sung And, more for glory than the small reward,
In daring flight, above all modern wing)

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
“ Shall Britons, by their own joint wisdom ruld A fairer front, and looks another soul.
Beneath one royal head, whose vital power How the kind art,ỹ that, of unvalued price,
Connects, enlivens, and exerts the whole; The fam'd and only picture, easy, gives,
In finer arts, and public works, shall they

Refind her touch, and, through the shadow'd piece,
To Gallia yield ? yield to a land that bends, All the live spirit of the painter pour d.
Deprest, and broke, beneath the will of one? Coyest of arts, how Sculpture northward deignid
Of one who, should th' unkingly thirst of gold, A look, and bade her Girardon arise.
Of tyrant passions, or ambition, prompt,

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.
Or into dungeons arts, when they, their chains, How menial arts, by their gay sisters taught,
Indignant, bursting, for their nobler works

Wove the deep flow'r, the blooming foliage train d
All other license scorn but Truth's and mine. In joyous figures o'er the silky lawn,
Oh, shame to think! shall Britons, in the field The palace cheer'd, illum'd the storied wall,
Unconquer'd still, the better laurel lose ?

And with the pencil vied the glowing loom.||
Evin in that monarchist reign, who vainly dreamt, “ These laurels, Louis, by the droppings rais'd
By giddy power betray'd, and flatter'd pride, Of thy profusion, its dishonor'd shade,
To grasp unbounded sway; while, swarming round, And, green through future times, shall bind thy brow;
His armies dar'd all Europe to the tield;

While the vain honors of perfidious war
To hostile hands while treasure flow'd profuse, Wither abhorr'd, or in oblivion lost.
And, that great source of treasure, subjects' blood, With what prevailing vigor had they shot,
Inhuman squander’d, sicken'd every land;

And stole a deeper root, by the full tide
From Britain, chief, while my superior sons,

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
That, blasting merit, often cover courts :

The whole. Behold! the fair contention glows,
Nay, should, perchance, some kind Mæcenas aid In all that mind or body can adorn,
The doubtful beamings of his prince's soul, And form to life. Instead of barren heads,
His wavering ardor fix, and unconfin’d

Barbarian pedants, wrangling sons of pride,
Diffuse his warm beneficence around;

And truth-perplexing metaphysic wits,
Yet death, at last, and wintry tyrants come, Men, patriots, chiefs, and citizens are form'd.
Each sprig of genius killing at the root.

“ 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 !
When shall we call these ancient laurels ours? Manly submission, unimposing toil,
And when thy work complete ?" Straight with her Trade without guile, civility that marks
hand,

From the foul herd of brutal slaves thy song,
Celestial red, she touch'd my darken’d eyes. And fearless peace. Or should affronting war
As at the touch of day the shades dissolve, To slow but dreadful vengeance rouse the just,
So quick, methought, the misly circle clear'd, Unfailing fields of freemen I behold!
That dims the dawn of being here below: That know, with their own proper arm, to guard
The future shone disclos'd, and, in long view, Their own blest isle against a leaguing world.
Bright rising eras instant rush'd to light.

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,
A clear or turbid fow; see the young mind With active nature, warm impassion'd truth,
Not fed impure by chance, by flattery fool'd, Engaging fable, lucid order, notes
Or by scholastic jargon bloated proud,

Of various string, and heart-felt image fill'd.
But fill'd and nourish'd by the light of truth. Behold! I see the dread delighiful school
Then, beam'd through fancy the refining ray, of temper'd passions, and of polish'd life,
And pouring on the heart, ihe passions feel
At once informing light and moving flame;

* 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,
Lo! vanish'd monster-land. Lo! driven away

And every tear is full of thee;
Those that Apollo's sacred walls profane ;
Their wild creation scatler'd, where a world

Should then the weary eye of grief,
Unknown to Nature, chaos more confus'd,

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,
Each part with each, and with the circling main

And plays the passions with a tender hand,
The whole enliven'd isle. Lo! ports expand,
Free as the winds and waves, their sheltering arms. And all the moral harmony of life.

Whence every virtue flows, in rival strife,
Lo! streaming comfort o'er the troubled deep,
On every pointed coast the light-house towers ;
And, by the broad imperious mole repellid,
Hark! how the based storm indignant roars."
As thick to view these varied wonders rose,

SONG.
Shook all my soul with transport, unassur'd,

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 she blesses next your shade,

Oh! when her footsteps next are seen
ODE.

In flowery tracts along the mead,

In fresher mazes o'er the green,
Tell me, thou soul of her I love,
Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled ;

Ye gentle spirits of the vale,
To what delightful world above,

To whom the tears of love are dear,
Appointed for the happy dead ?

From dying lilies waft a gale,

And sigh my sorrows in her ear.
Or dost thou, free, at pleasure, roam,

O, tell her what she cannot blame,
And sometimes share thy lover's woe;

Though fear my tongue must ever bind
Where, void of thee, his cheerless home

O, tell her that my virtuous flame
Can now, alas! no comfort know?

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.

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