Such were his hours; till Time, the wretch's friend,
Life's great phyfician, kill'd alone to close,
Where forrow long has war'd, the weeping eye,
And from the brain, with baleful vapours black,
Each fullen fpectre chace, his balm at length,
Lenient of pain, through every fever'd pulse
With gentleft hand infus'd, A penfive calm
Arofe, but unaifur'd: as, after winds
Of ruffling wing, the fea fubfiding flow
Still trembles from the form. Now Reafon firft,
Her throne refuming, bid Devotion raise
To heaven his eye; and through the turbid mift,
By fenfe dark-drawn between, adoring own,
Sole arbiter of fate, one Caufe fupreme,
All-jut, all-wife, who bids what ftill is beft, 95
In cloud or fun-fhine; whose severeft hand
Wounds but to heal, and chaftens to amend,
Thus, in his bofom, every weak excefs,
The rage of grief, the fellnefs of revenge,
To healthful measure temper'd and reduc'd
By Virtue's hand; and in her brightening beam
Each error clear'd away, as fen-born fogs
Before th' afcending fun; through faith he lives
Eeyond Time's bounded contineut, the walks
Of Sin and Death. Anticipating heaven
In pious hope, he feems already there,
Safe on her facred fhore; and fees beyond,
In radiant view, the world of light and love,
Where Peace delights to dwell; where one fair
O'er this wide ocean, through yon pathless sky,
One certain flight to one appointed shore :
By heaven's directive fpirit, here to raife
Their temporary realm; and form secure,
Where food awaits them copious from the wave,
And shelter from the rock, their nuptial leagues:
Each tribe apart, and all on tasks of love,
To hatch the pregnant egg, to rear and guard
Their helpless infants, pioufy intent.
Led by the day abroad, with lonely step,
And ruminating fweet and bitter thought,
Aurelius, from the western bay, his eye
Now rais'd to this amui ve scene in air,
With wonder mard; now caft with level ray
Wide o'er the moving wildernefs of waves,
From pole to pole through boundless space dif-
fus'd,
Magnificently dreadful! where, at large,
Leviathan, with each inferior name
100 Of fea-born kinds, ten thousand thousand tribes,
Finds endless range for pafture and for sport, 160
Amaz'd lie gazes, and adoring owns
The hand Almighty, who its channel'd bed
Immeasurable funk, and pour'd abroad,
Fenc'd with eternal mounds, the fluid sphere;
With every wind to waft large commerce on, 165
Join pole to pole, confociate fever'd worlds,
And link in bonds of intercourfe and love
Earth's univerfal family. Now rofe
Sweet evening's fole an hour. The fun declin'd
Hung golden o'er this nether firmament;
Whose broad cerulean mirror, calmly bright,
Gave bac his beamy vifage to the fky
With fplendor undiminish'd; and each cloud,
White, azure, purple, glowing round his throne
In fair aëreal landscape. Here, alone
On earth' reinotett verge, Aurelius breath'd
The healthful gale, and felt the smiling icene
With awe-mix'd pleafüre, mufing as he fung
In ilence o'er the billows hush'd beneath.
When lo! a found, amid the wave-worn rocks,
Dea-murmuri g role, and plaintive roll'd along
From clit to cavern: as the breath of winds,
At twilight hour, remote and hollow heard
Through wintery pines, high-waving o'er the
fteep
Still orient fmiles, and one diffufive spring,
That fears no ftorm, and fall no winter know,
Th' immortal y ar empurples If a figh
Yet murmurs from his breaft; 'tis for the pangs
Thefe dearest names, a wife, a child muft feel,
Still funering i his fate: 'tis for a foe,
Who, deaf himfelf to mercy, may of heaven
That mercy, when moft wanted, ask in vain.
The fun, now flation'd with the lucid Twins,
O'er every fouthern clime had pour'd profufe 120
The rofy year; and in each pleafing hue,
That greens the leaf, or through the bloffom,
glows
With Corid light, his fairest month array'd:
While Zephyre, while the lver-footed dews,
Her foft attendants, wide o'er field and grove 125
Frefh fpirit breathe, and fhed perfuming balm.
Nor here, in this chill region, on the brow
Of winter's waße dominion, is unfelt
The ray ethereal, or unhail'd the rife
Of her mild reign. From warbling vale and hill,
With wild-thyme lowering, betony, and balm,
Blue lavender and carmel's fpicy root,
Song, fragrance, health, ambrofate every breeze.
But, high above, the feafoo full exerts
Its vernal force in yonder peopled rocks,
To whofe wild folitude, from worlds unknown,
The birds of paffage tranfmigrating come,
Unnumber'd colonies of foreign wing,
At Nature's fummons their aëreal ftate
Annual to found; and in bold voyage fteer, 140
Line 132. The root of this plant, other wife named "argatilis fylvaticus," is aromatic; and by the natives reckoned cordial to the omach, See Martin's] Wefern Ifles of Scotland, p. 180.
Of sky-crown'd Appennine, The Sea-pye ceas'd
At once to warble. Screaming, from his neft
The Fulmar foar'd, and fhot a weftward flight
From fore to fea. On came, before her hour,
Invading night, and hung the troubled sky
With fearful blackness round*. Sad ocean's face
A curlig undulation fhivery swept
From wave to waye : and now impetuous rose,
Thick cloud and ftorm and ruin on his wing,
The raging South, and headlong o'er the deep
Fell horrible, with broad-defcending blaft.
Aloft, and fafe beneath a sheltering cliff,
Whole inofs-grown fummit on the diftant flood
Projected frowns, Aurelius ftood appall'd :
His ftunn'd car finote with all the thundering
main!
His eye with mountains furging to the stars! 200
Commotion infinite. Where yon last wave
* See Martin's voyage to St. Kilda, p. 58.
Blends with the fky its foam, a ship in view Shoots fudden forth, fteep-falling from the clouds:
Yet diftant feen and dim, till, onward borne
Before the blaft, each growing fail expands, 205
Each maft afpires, and all th' advancing frame
Bounds on his eye diftinct. With fharpen'd ken
Its course he watches, and in awful thought
That power invokes, whofe voice the wild winds
hear,
Whose nod the furge reveres, to look from heaven,
And fave, who elfe must perish, wretched men,
In this dark hour, amid the dread abyfs,
With fears amaz'd, by horrors compafs'd round.
But 0, ill-omen'd, death-devoted heads!
For death beftrides the billow, nor your own, 215
Nor others' offer'd vows can ftay the flight
Of inftant fate. And, lo! his fecret feat,
Where never fun-beam glimmer'd; deep amidst
A cavern's laws voraginous and vaft,
The tormy Genius of the deep forlakes:
And o'er the waves, that roar beneath his frown,
Afcending baleful, bids the tempeft spread,
Turbid and terrible with hail and rain,
Its blackest pinion, pour its loudening blafts
In whirlwind forth, and from their lowest depth
Upturn the world of waters. Round and round
The tortur'd fhip, at his imperious call,
Is wheel'd in dizzy whirl: her guiding helm
Breaks fhort; her matts in crafhing ruin fall;
And each rent fail flies loofe in diftant air.
Now, fearful moment! o'er the foundering hull,
Half ocean heav'd, in one broad billowy curve,
Steep from the clounds with horrid fhade im-
pends-
Ah! fave them, heaven! it burfts in deluge down
With boundless undulation. Shore and fky
Rebellow to the roar. At once engulph'd,
Veffel and crew beneath its torrent sweep
Are funk, to rife no more. Aurelius wept:
The tear unbidden dew'd his hoary cheek.
He turn'd his ftep; he fled the fatal fcene,
And brooding, in fad flencé, o'er the fight
To him alone difclos'd, his wounded heart
Pour'd out to heaven in fighs: Thy will be done,
Not mine, fupreme Difpofer of Events!
But death demands a tear, and man must feel 245
For human woes: the reft fubmifton checks.
Not diftant far, where this receding bay * Look northward on the pole, a rocky arch Expands its felf-pois'd concave; as the gate, Ample, and broad, and pillar'd may-proof, 250 Of fome unfolding temple. On its height Is heard the tread of daily-climbing flocks, That, o'er the green roof spread, their fragrant
He lay. The living luftre from his eye,
The vermil hue extinguifh'd from his cheek:
And in their place, on each chill feature fpread,
The fhadowy cloud and ghaftlinefs of death
With pale fuffufion fat. So looks the moon, 265
So faintly wan, through hovering mifts at eve,
Grey autumn's train. Fast from his hairs dif-
till'd
The briny wave: and close within his grafp
Was clench'd a broken oar, as one who long
Had ftem'd the flood with ago..izing breast, 270
And fruggled 'ftrong for life. Of youthful
prime
He feem'd, and built by Nature's nobleft hand;
Where bold proportion, and where softening
Mix'd in each limb, and harmoniz'd his frame.
Aurelius, from the breathlefs clay, his eye 275 To heaven imploring rais d then, for he knew That life, within her central cell ret r'd, May lurk unfeen, dimini'd but not quench'd, He bid tranfport it fpeedy through the vale, To his poor cell that lonely stood and low, Safe from the north beneath a floping hill: An antique frame, orbicular, and rai 'd Oa columns rude; its roof with reverend mofs Light-faded o'er; its front in ivy hid,
That mantling crept alot. With pious hand 285 They turn'd, they chaf 'd his frozen limbs, and fum'd
The vapoury air with aromatic fmells:
Then, drops of fovereign efficacy, drawn
From mountain plants, within his lips infus'd
Slow, from the mortal trance, as men from
Of direful vifion, fhuddering he awakes:
While life, to fcarce-felt motion, faintly lifts
His fluttering pulfe, and gradual o'er his cheek
The rofy current wins its refluent way.
Recovering to new pain, his eyes he turn'd 295
Severe on heaven, on the furrounding hills
With twilight dim, and on the croud unknown
Diffolv'd in tears around: then clos'd again,
As loathing light and life. At length, in founds
Broken and eager, from his heaving breaft 300
Distraction spoke-Down, down with every fail.
Mercy, tweet heaven!-Ha! now whole ocean
fweeps
In tempeft o'er our heads-My foul's last hope! We will not part-Help, help! yon wave, behold!
That fwells betwixt, has borne her from my fight. 305
O, for a fun to light this black abyfs!
Gone-loft-for ever loft! He ceas'd. Amaze
And trembling on the pale affiftants fell:
Whom now, with greeting and the words of
peace,
Aurelius bid depart. A pause enfued,
Mute, mournful, folemn. On the ftranger's
The facred filence due to grief supreme.
Then thus at laft: O from devouring feas,
By miracle efcap'd! if, with thy life,
Thy fenfe return'd, can yet difcern the Hand
All-wonderful, that though yon raging fea,
Yon whirling weft of tempeft, led thee fafe;
That Hand divine with grateful awe confess,
With profirate tha ks adore, When thou, alas!
Waft number'd with the dead, and clos'd within
Th' unfathom'd gulph; when human hope was
fled,
325
And human help in vain-th' Almighty Voice,
Then bade deftruction spare, and bade the deep
Yield up its prey: that, by his mercy fav'd,
That mercy, thy fair life's remaining race,
A monument of wonder as of love,
May justify; to all the fons of men,
Thy brethren, ever prefent in their need.
Such praise delights him moft-
He hears me not. Some fecret anguish, fome tranfcendent woe, 335 Sits heavy on his heart, and from his eyes, Through the clos'd lids, now rolls in bitter
Yet, fpeak thy foul, afflicted as thou art! For knew, by mournful privilege 'tis mine, My felf moft wretched and in forrow's ways Severely train'd, to fhare in every pang The wretched feel; to foothe the fad of heart; To number tear for tear, and groan for groan, With every fon and daughter of diftrefs. Speak then, and give thy labouring bofom vent: My pity is, my friendship fhall be, thine; To calm thy pain, and guide thy virtue back, Through reafon's paths, to happiness and heaven. The hermit thus; and, after fome sad pause Of mufing wonder, thus the Man unknown. 350 What have I heard?-On this untravel'd fhore, Nature's laft mit, hemm'd with oceans round Howling and harbourlefs, beyond all faith A comforter to find! whofe language wears The garb of civil life; a friend, whofe breaft The gracious meltings of fweet pity move! Amazement all! my grief to filence charm'd Is loft in wonder-But, thou good unknown, If woes, for ever wedded to despair, That with no cure, are thine, behold in me one whom earth A meet companion;
heaven Combine to curfe; whom never future morn Shall light to joy, nor evening with repofe Defcending fade--O, fon of this wild world! From focial converfe though for ever barr'd, 365 Though chill'd with endless winter from the pole, Yet warm'd by goodness, form'd to tender fenfe Of human woes, beyond what milder climes, By fairer funs attemper'd, courtly boast; O fay, did, e'er thy breaft, in youthful life, Touch'd by a beam from Beauty all-divine, Did e'er thy bofom her fweet influence own, In pleafing tumult pour'd through every vein, And panting at the heart, when frft our eye Receives impre Tion! Then, as pallion grew, 375 Did heaven confenting to thy with indulge
That blifs no wealth can bribe, no power beftow,
That blifs of angels, love by love repaid?
Heart ftreaming full to heart in mutual flow
Of faith and friendship, tenderness and truth-
If these thy fate diftinguif'd, thou wilt then,
My joys conceiving, image my despair,
How total! how extreme! For this, all this,
Late my fair fortune, wreck'd on yender flood,
Lies loft and bury'd there-O, awful heaven!
Who to the wind and to the whelming wave
Her blameless head devoted, thou alone
Can't tell what I have loft-O, ill-ftarr'd maid!
O, moft undone Amyntor!-Sighs and tears,
And heart-heav'd groans, at this, his voice fup-
prefs'd:
The reft was agony and dumb defpair.
Now o'er their heads damp night her ftormy gloom
Spread, ere the glimmering twilight was expir'd,
With huge and heavy horror clofing round
In doubling clouds on clouds. The mournful fcene,
The moving tale, Aurelius deeply felt:
And thus reply'd, as one in Nature skill'd,
With foft affenting forrow in his look,
And words to foothe, not combat hopeless love.
Amy tor, by that heaven who fees thy tears!
By faith and friendship's fympathy divine!
Could I the forrows heal I more than fhare,
This bofom, truft me, should from thine transfer
Its fharpeft grief. Such grief, alas! how juft?
How long in filent anguish to defcend,
When reafon and when fondnefs o'er the tomb
Are fellow-mourners? He, who can refign,
Has never lov'd: and wert thou to the fenfe,
The facred feeling of a lofs like thine,
Cold and infenfible, thy breaft were then
No manfon for humanity, or thought
Of noble aim. Their dwelling is with love,
And tender pity; whofe kind tears adorns
The clouded cheek, and fanétifies the foul
They foften, not fubdue. We both will mix, 415
For her thy virtue lov'd, thy truth laments,
Our focial fghs and ftill, as morn unveils
The brightening hill, or evening's mifty fhade
Its brow obfcures, her gracefulness of form,
Her mind all-lovely, each ennobling each,
Shall be our frequent theme. Then fhalt thou
From me, in fad return, a tale of woes,
So terrible-Amyntor, thy pain'd heart
Amid its own, will fhudder at the ills
That mine has bled with-But behold! the dark
And drowsy hour steals fat upon our talk:
Here break we off: and thou, fad mourner, try
Thy weary limbs, thy wounded mind, to balm
With timely fleep. Each gracious wing from
heaven
Of thofe that minifter to erring man,
Near-hovering, huft thy paff on into calm;
Serene thy flumbers with prefented scenes
Of brightest vifious; whifper to thy heart
That holy peace which goodnefs ever flares:
And to us both be friendly as we need.
Air, ocean, earth, drew broad her blackeft veil, Vapour and cloud. Around th' unfleeping ine, Yet howl'd the whirlwind, yet the billow groan'd;
And, in mix'd horror, to Amyntor's ear
Borne through the gloom, his fhrieking sense ap-
pall'd.
Shook by each blaft, and fwept by every wave,
Again pale memory labours in the ftorm:
Again from her is torn, whom more than life
His fondnefs lov'd. And now, another shower
Of forrow, o'er the dear unhappy maid,
Effufive ftream'd; till late, through every power
The foul fubdued funk fad to flow repofe :
And all her darkening fcenes, by dim degrees,
Were quench'd in total night. A paufe from
pain
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Not long to laft: for Fancy, oft awake
While reason fleeps, from her illufive cell
Call'd up will shapes of vifionary fear,
Of vifionary blifs, the hour of reft
To mock with mimic fhews. And lo! the deeps
In airy tumult fwell. Beneath a hill
Amyntor heaves of overwhelming feas;
Or rides, with dizzy dread, from cloud to cloud,
The billow's back. Anon, the shadowy world
Shifts to fome boundless continent unknown, 25
Where folitary, o'er the ftarlefs void,
Dumb filence broods. Through heaths of dreary
length,
Slow on he drags his staggering step infir:n
With breathlefs toil; hears torrent floods afar
Roar through the wild; and, plung'd in central
Falls headlong many a fathom into night.
Yet there, at once, in all her living charms,
And brightening with their glow the brown abyfs,
Rofe Theodora. Smiling, in her eye
Sat, without cloud, the foft-confenting foul,
That, guilt unknowing, had no wish to hide.
A fpring of fudden myrtles flowering round
Their walk embower'd; while nightingales be-
neath
Sung fpoufals, as along th' enamel'd turf
They feem'd to fly, and interchang'd their fouls,
Melting in mutual foftnefs. Thrice his arms 41
The Fair encircled: thrice fhe fled his grafp,
And fading into darkness mix'd with air-
O, turn! O, ftay thy fiight!-fo loud he cry'd,
Sleep and its train of humid vapours fled.
He groan'd, he gaz'd around: his inward fenfe
Yet glowing with the vifion's vivid beam,
Still, on his eye, the hovering fhadow blaz'd :
Her voice ftill murmur'd in his tinkling ear;
Grateful deception! till returning thought
Left broad awake, antid th' incumbent lour
Of mute and mournful night, again he felt
His grief inflar throb fresh in every vein.
To phrenfy ftung, upflarting from his couch,
Nor ow'd fubmiffion to the will of heaven,
Reftrains him; but, as paffion whirls his thought,
Fond expectation, that perchance efcap'd,
Though paffing all belief, the frailer skiff,
To which himielf had borne th' unhappy Fair,
May yet be seen. Around, o'er fea and fhore,
He roll'd his ardent eye; but nought around
On land or wave within his ken appears,
Nor fkiff, nor floating corfe, on which to fred
The laft fad tear, and lay the covering mold!
And now, wide open'd by the wakeful hours
Heaven's orient gate, forth on her progrefs comes
Aurora fmiling, and her purple lamp
Lifts high o'er earth and sea: while, all-unveil'd,
The vaft horizon on Amyntor's eye
Pours full its fcenes of wonder, wildly great, 75
Magnificently various. From this steep,
Diffus'd immenfe in rolling prospect lay
The northern deep. Amidft, from fpace to
fpace,
Her numerous ifles, rich gems of Albion's
As flow th' afcending mifts difperfe in air, 80
Shoot gradual from her bofom: and beyond,
Like diftant clouds blue-floating on the verge
Of evening skies, break forth the dawning hills.
A thousand landscapes! barren fome and bare,
Rock pil'd on rock, amazing, up to heaven, 85
Of horrid grandeur: fome with founding afh,
Or oak broad-fhadowing, or the fpiry growth
Of waving pine high-plum'd, and all beheld
More lovely in the fun's adorning beam;
Who now, fair-rifing o'er yon eastern cliff, 90
The vernal verdure tinctures gay with gold.
Meanwhile Aurelius, wak'd from fweet repofe, Repofe that Temperance fheds in timely dews On all who live to her, his mournful guest Came forth to hail, as hofpitable rites And Virtue's rule enjoin: but firft to Him, Spring of all charity, who gave the heart With kindly fenfe to glow, his matin-fong, Superior duty, thus the fage addreft:
Fountain of light! from whom yon orient fun 100 First drew his fplendor; Source of life and love! Whofe fmile now wakes o'er earth's rekindling
The boundlefs blufh of fpring; O, Firft, and
Thy effence, though from human fight and fearch,
Though from the climb of all created thought, 105
Ineffably remov'd; yet man himself,
Thy lowest child of reafon, man may read
Unbounded power, intelligence fupreme,
The Maker's hand, on all his works impreft,,
In characters coeval with the fun,
And with the fun to laft; from world to world,
From age to age, in every clime, difelos'd,
Sole revelation through all time the fame.
Hail, univerfal Goodness! with full ftream
For ever flowing from beneath the throne
From all that live on earth, in air and fea,
The great community of Nature's fons,
To thee, firft Father, ceafelefs praise afcend!
And in the reverent hymn my grateful voice 120
B duly heard, among thy works not least,
Nor loweft; with intelligence inform❜d,
Can most afflict, grief, agony, despair, 125 Have all been mine, and with alternate war 185 This bofom ravag'd. Hearken then, good youth; My ftory mark, and from another's fate, Pre-eminently wretched, learn thy own, Sad as it feems, to balance and to bear.
To know thee, and adore; with free-will crown'd,
Where Virtue leads, to follow and be bleft.
O, whether by thy prime decree ordain'd
To day of future life; or whether now
The mortal hour is infant, ftill vouchsafe,
Parent and friend, to guide me blameless on
Through this dark scene of error and of ill,
Thy truth to light me, and thy peace to chear. 130
All elfe, of me unafk'd, thy will fupreme
With-hold or grant: and let that will be done.
This from the foul in filence breath'd fincere,
The hill's fteep fde with firm elaftic step
He lightly fcal'd; fuch health the frugal board,
The morn's fresh breath that exercise respires 135
In mountain-walks,and confcience free from blame,
Curlie's beft cordial, can through age prolong.
There, loft in thought, and felf-abandon'd, lay
The man unknown; nor heard approach his hoft,
Nor rai'd his drooping head. Aurelius mov'd
By foft compaffion, which the favage fcene,
Shut up and barr'd amid furrounding feas
From human commerce, quicken'd into fenfe
Carper forrow, thus apart began.
O fight, that from the eye of wealth or pride, Ev'n in their hour of vaineft thought, might
A feeling tear; Whom yesterday beheld
By love and forture crown'd, of all poffeft
That Fai cy, tranc'd in faireft vifon, dreams; 150
Now lost to all, each hope that foftens life,
Each blifs that chears, there, on the damp earth
fpread,
Beneath a heaven unknown, behold him now!
And let the gay, the fortunate, the great,
The prond, be taught, what now the wretched
The happy have to fear
Too plain I read thy heart, by fondness drawn
To this fad fcene, to fights that but inflame
Hear me, heaven! exclaim'd The frantic mourner, could that anguish rice To madness and to mortal agony,
I yet would bless my fate; by one kind pang,
From what I feel, the keener pangs of thought
For ever freed. To me the fun is loft:
To me the future flight of days and years
Is darkness, is defpair-But who complains
Forgets that he can die. O, fainted maid!
For fuch in heaven thou art, if from thy feat
Of holy reft, beyond thefe changeful flies,
If names on earth moft facred once and dear,
A lover and a friend, if yet thefe names
Can wake thy pity, dart one guiding ray
To light me where, in cave or creek, are thrown
Thy lifclefs limbs that I-O grief fupreme! 175
O fate remorfelefs! was thy lover fav'd
For fuch a tak?-that I thofe dear remains,
In me, a man behold, whofe morn-ferene,
Whose noon of better life, with honour spent,
In virtuous purpose, or in honeft a&t,
Drew fair diftinetion on my public name,
From thofe among mankind, the nobler few, 195
Whofe praife is fame: but there, in that true
fource
Whence happiness with pureft ftream defcends,
In home-found peace and love, fupremely bleft!
Union of hearts, confent of wedded wills,
By friendship knit, by mutual faith fecur'd
Our hopes and fears, our earth and heaven the
fame!
Then doom'd to feel what guilt alone should fear,
The hand of public vengeance: arm'd by rage,
Not juftice; rais'd to injure, not redrefs;
To rob, not guard; to ruin, not defend:
And all, O fovereign Reafon! all deriv'd
From power that claims thy warrant to do wrong!
A right divine to violate unblam'd
Each law, each rule, that, by himself observ'd,
The God preferibes whofe fan&tion kings pretend!
O Charles! O monarch! in long esik train'd,
Whole hopeless years, th' oppreflor's hand to
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How hateful and how hard; thy felf reliev'd.
Now hear thy people, groaning under wrongs
Of equal load, adjure thee by those days
Of want and woe, of danger and defpair,
As heaven has thine, to pity their diftrefs!
Yet, from the plain good meaning of my heart,
Be far th' unhallow'd licence of abuse;
Be far th' bitterness of faintly zeal,
That impious hid behind the patriot's name
Maks hate and malice to the legal throne,
In juftice founded, circumfcrib'd by law,
The prince to guard-but guard the people
Chief, one prime good to guard inviolate,
Soul of all worth, and fum of human blifs, 230
Fair Freedom, birthright of all thinking kinds,
Reafon's great charter, from neng deriv'd,
By none to be reclaim'd, man's right divine,
Which God, who gave, indelible pronounc'd,
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