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Then range the world, Discovery!-Strait he goes
O'er feas, o'er Libya's fands, and Zembla's snows;
He fettles where kind rays till now have fmil'd
(Vain fmile!) on fome luxuriant houseless wild. 210
How many fons of want night here enjoy
What Nature gives for age but to destroy?
Blush, blush, O fun (fhe cries) here vainly found,
To rife, to fet, to roll the feasons round!

Shall heaven diftil in dews, defcend in rain,
From earth gush fountains, rivers flow-in vain ?
There shall the watery 'lives in myriads stray,
And be, to be alone each other's prey?
Unfought fhall here the teeming quarries own
The various fpecies of mechanic stone?
From ftructure this, from fculpture that confine ?
Shall rocks forbid the latent gem to shine?
Shall mines, obedient, aid no artist's care,

Nor give the inartial fword, and peaceful fhare?
Ah! fhall they never precious ore unfold,




To fmile in filver, or to flame in gold?

Shall here the vegetable world alone,

For joys, for various virtues, rest unknown?
While food and phyfic, plants and herbs supply,
Here muft they fhoot alone to bloom and die?
Shall fruits, which none but brutal eyes furvey,
Untouch'd grow ripe, untafted drop away ?
Shall here th' irrational, the favage kind,
Lord it o'er ftores by heaven for man defign'd,



And trample what mild funs benignly raise,
While man must lose the use, and heaven the praise ?


Shall it then be ?—(Indignant here she rose,
Indignant, yet humane, her bofom glows)-
No! By each honour'd Grecian, Roman name,
By men for virtue deify'd by fame,

Who peopled lands, who model'd infant state,
And then bade empire be maturely great;

By these I swear (be witness earth and skies!)
Fair Order here fhall from Confufion rife.
Rapt, I a future colony furvey!

Come then, ye fons of Mifery! come away!



Let those, whose forrows from neglect are known,
(Here taught, compell'd, empower'd) neglect atone !
Let thofe enjoy, who never merit woes,

In youth th' induftrious wish, in age repose!
Allotted acres (no reluctant foil)

Shall prompt their industry, and pay their toil.
Let families, long ftrangers to delight,
Whom wayward fate dispers'd, by me unite ;
Here live enjoying life; fee plenty, peace;
Their lands increasing as their fons increase.
As nature yet is found, in leafy glades,
To intermix the walks with lights and shades;
Or as with good and ill, in chequer'd strife,



Various the goddess colours human life:

So, in this fertile clime, if yet are seen


Moors, marshes, cliffs, by turns to intervene;

Where cliffs, moors, marshes, defolate the view, Where haunts the bittern, and where fcreams the



Where prowls the wolf, where roll'd the ferpent lies, 265:
Shall folemn fanes and halls of justice rise,
And towns fhall open (all of structure fair!)
To brightening profpects, and to pureft air;
Frequented ports, and vineyards green fucceed,
And flocks increasing whiten all the mead.
On science science, arts on arts refine;

On these from high all heaven shall smiling fhine,
And Public Spirit here a people show,
Free, numerous, pleas'd, and bufy all below.

Learn, future natives of this promised land,
What your forefathers ow'd my faving hand!
Learn, when Defpair fuch fudden bliss shall fee,
Such blifs muft fhine from Oglethorpe or me!
Do you the neighbouring blameless Indian aid,
Culture what he neglects, not his invade,
Dare not, oh dare not, with ambitious view,
Force or demand subjection never due.
Let, by my fpecious name, no tyrants rise,
And cry, while they enflave, they civilize?
Know, Liberty and I are ftill the fame,
Congenial!-ever mingling flame with flame!
Why must I Afric's fable children fee


Vended for flaves, though form'd by nature free,
The nameless tortures cruel minds invent,
Those to subject, whom nature equal meant?
If these you dare (albeit unjust success
Empowers you now unpunish'd to opprefs)
Revolving empire you and your's may doom
(Rome all fubdued, yet Vandals vanqish'd Rome),







Yes, empire may revolve, give them the day,

And yoke may yoke, and blood may blood repay.

Thus (ah! how far unequal'd by my lays, Unfkill'd the heart to melt, or mind to raise), Sublime, benevolent, deep, fweetly-clear,



Worthy a Thomfon's Mufe, a FREDERICK's ear, 300
Thus fpoke the Goddess. Thus I faintly tell
In what lov'd works heaven gives her to excel.
But who her fons, that, to her interest true,
Converfant lead her to a prince like you?
Thefe, Sir, falute you from life's middle state,
Rich without gold, and without titles great :
Knowledge of books and men exalts their thought,
In wit accomplish'd, though in wiles untaught,
Careless of whispers meant to wound their name,
Nor fneer'd nor brib'd from virtue into fhame ;
In letters elegant, in honour bright,
They come, they catch, and they reflect delight.
Mixing with thefe, a few of rank are found,
For councils, embassies, and camps renown'd.
Vers'd in gay life, in honeft maxims read,
And ever warm of heart, yet cool of head.
From these the circling glafs gives wit to shine,
The bright grow brighter, and ev'n courts refine
From these fo gifted, candid, and upright,
Flows knowledge, foftening into eafe polite.

Happy the men, who fuch a prince can please!



Happy the prince rever'd by men like these !
His condefcenfions dignity display,

Grave with the wife, and with the witty gay;


For him fine marble in the quarry lies,

Which, in due ftatues, to his fame fhail rife;

Ever fhall Public Spirit beam his praise,

And the Mufe fwell it in immortal lays.







Occafioned by feeing his PICTURE of the celebrated CLIO*.

ORGIVE an artlefs, an officious friend,

Weak, when I judge, but willing to commend ; Fall'n as I am, by no kind fortune rais'd, Deprefs'd, obfcur'd, unpity'd, and unprais'd; Yet, when these well-known features I perufe, Some warmth awakes-fome embers of a Muse. Ye Mufes, Graces, and ye Loves, appear! Your Queen, your Venus, and your Clio's here! In fuch pure fires her rifing thoughts refine! Her eyes with fuch commanding sweetness shine: Such vivid tinctures fure through æther glow, Stain fummer clouds, or gild the watery bow:

See Dyer's Poems.



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