A calm of plenty! till the ruffled air Falls from its poife, and gives the breeze to blow. The clouds fly different; and the fudden fun 35 40 These are thy bleffings, Induftry! rough power; Whom labour ftill attends, and sweat, and pain; 45 And all the foft civility of life: Raifer of human-kind! by Nature cast, Still unexerted, in th' unconscious breaft, 59 55 60 And And the wild feafon, fordid, pin'd away. 65 Taught him to chip the wood, and hew the stone, 70 75 80 85 90 But, ftill advancing bolder, led him on Το pomp, to pleasure, elegance, and grace; And, breathing high ambition through his foul, Set Set fcience, wisdom, glory, in his view, And bade him be the Lord of all below. 95 100 105 Then gathering men their natural powers combin'd, And form'd a Publick; to the general good Submitting, aiming, and conducting all. For this the Patriot-Council met, the full, The free, and fairly reprefented whole; For this they plann'd the holy guardian laws, Diftinguish'd orders, "animated arts, And, with joint force Oppreffion chaining, fet Imperial Juftice at the helm; yet still To them accountable; nor flavish dream'd That toiling millions must resign their weal, And all the honey of their search, to such As for themselves alone themselves have rais'd. Hence every form of cultivated life In order fet, protected, and inspir'd, Into perfection wrought. Uniting all Society grew numerous, high, polite, And happy. Nurfe of art! the city rear'd In beauteous pride her tower-encircled head; And, ftretching street on street, by thousands drew, From twining woody haunts, or the tough yew To bows ftrong-ftraining, her afpiring fons. Then Commerce brought into the public walk The bufy merchant; the big warehouse built; Rais'd the strong crane; choak'd up the loaded street With foreign plenty; and thy ftream, O Thames, Large, gentle, deep, majeftic, king of floods! Chofe for his grand refort. On either hand, 110 Like a long wintery foreft, groves of mafts The boat, light-skimming, ftretch'd its oary wings; 125 130 From bank to bank increas'd; whence ribb'd with oak To bear the British Thunder, black, and bold, The roaring vessel rush'd into the main. Then too the pillar'd dome, magnific, heav'd Its ample roof; and Luxury within 135 Pour'd out her glittering ftores; the canvas fmooth, With glowing life protuberant, to the view Embodied rofe; the ftatue feem'd to breathe, And foften into flesh, beneath the touch 140 Th' excluded tempeft idly rave along; 145 His harden'd fingers deck the gaudy Spring; Without him Summer were an arid waste; Nor to th' Autumnal months could thus tranfmit Thofe full, mature, immeasurable stores, That, waving round, recall my wandering fong. 150 Soon as the morning trembles o'er the sky, And, unperceiv'd, unfolds the spreading day; Before the ripen'd field the reapers ftand, 355 In fair array; each by the lafs he loves, By nameless gentle offices her toil. At once they ftoop and fwell the lufty sheaves; Fly harmlefs, to deceive the tedious time, 160 Behind the mafter walks, builds-up the shocks; 165 Spike after spike, their scanty harvest pick. Be not too narrow, husbandmen! but fling The liberal handful. Think, oh, grateful think! 170 175 180 By |