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And let the little insect-artist form,
Whate'er high fancy, sound judicious thought, On higher life intent, ils silken tomb.
An ample generous heart, undrooping soul,
Great nurse of fruits, of flocks, of commerce, she ! From the prone beam let more delicious fruits Great nurse of men! By thee, O goddess, taught, A flavor drink, that in one piercing taste
Her old renown I trace, disclose her source Bids each combine. Let Gallic vineyards burst Of wealth, of grandeur, and to Britons sing With floods of joy; with mild balsamic juice A strain the Muses never touch'd betore The Tuscan olive. Let Arabia breathe
“ But how shall this thy mighty kingdom stand ? Her spicy gales, her vital gums distil.
On what unyielding base ? how finish'd shine ?" Turbid with gold let southern rivers Row:
At this ber eye, collecting all its fire, And orient foods draw soft, o'er pearls, their maze. Beam'd more than human; and her awful voice, Let Afric vaunt her treasures ; let Peru
Majestic, thus she rais'd—“To Britons bear Deep in her bowels her own ruin breed,
This closing strain, and with intenser note
“ On virtue can alone my kingdom stand.
To rob by law; religion mild a yoke
What are without it senates, save a face
While the determind voice and heart are sold ? That wraps the nations : she to lusty droves What boasted freedom, save a sounding name? The richest pasture spreads; and, hers, deep-wave And what election, but a market vile Autunnal seas of pleasing plenty round.
Of slaves self-barter'd ? Virtue! without thee, These her delights : and by no baneful herb, There is no ruling eye, no nerve, in states; No darting tiger, no grim lion's glare,
War has no vigor, and no safety peace : No fierce-descending wolf, no serpent rollid Ev'n justice warps to party, laws oppress, In spires immense progressive o'er the land, Wide through the land their weak protection fails, Disturbid. Enlivening these, add cities, full First broke the balance, and then scorn'd the sword Of wealth, of trade, of cheerful toiling crowds ; Thus nations sink, society dissolves : Add thriving towns; add villages and farms, Rapine and guile and violence break loose, Innumerous sow'd along the lively vale,
Everting life, and turning love to gall; Where bold unrivallid peasanis happy dwell : Man hates the face of man, and Indian woods Add ancient sects, with venerable oaks
And Libya's hissing sands to him are tame. Embosom'd high, while kindred floods below “ By those three virtues be the frame sustain'd Wind through the mead; and those of modern hand, Of British Freedom : independent life; More pompous, add, that splendid shine afar. Integrity in office; and, o'er all Need I ber limpid lakes, her rivers name,
Supreme, a passion for the common-weal. Where swarm the finny race? Thee, chief, o “ Hail! Independence, hail! Heaven's next best Thames !
gift, On whose each tide, glad with returning sails, To that of life and an immortal soul! Flows in the mingled harvest of mankind ? The life of life! that to the banquet high, And thee, thou Severn, whose prodigious swell, And sober meal, gives taste ; to the bow'd roof And waves, resounding, imitate the main? Fair-dream'd repose, and to the cottage charms. Why need I name her deep capacious ports, Of public freedom, hail, thou secret source! That point around the world? and why her seas? Whose streams, from every quarter confluent, form All ocean is her own, and every land
My better Nile, that nurses human life. To whom her ruling thunder ocean bears.
By rills from thee deduc'd, irriguous, fed, She too the mineral feeds: th' obedient lead, The private field looks gay, with Nature's wealth The warlike iron, nor the peaceful less,
Abundant flows, and blooms with each delight Forming of life art-civiliz'd the bond ;
That Nature craves. Its happy master there, And what the Tyrian merchant sought of old,* The only freeman, walks his pleasing round: Not dreaming then of Britain's brighter fame. Sweet-featur'd Peace attending ; fearless Truth; She rears to freedom an undaunted race:
Firm Resolution ; Goodness, blessing all Compatriot, zealous, hospitable, kind,
That can rejoice; Contentment, surest friend ; Hers the warm Cambrian: hers the lofty Scot, And, still fresh stores from Nature's book deriv'd, To hardship tam'd, active in arts and arms, Philosophy, companion ever new. Fird with a restless, an impatient fame,
These cheer his rural, and sustain or fire,
Economy and taste, combin'd, direct
His clear affairs, and from debauching fiends
Secure his little kingdom. Nor can those The guardian public; every face they see,
As in familiar life, the villain's fate
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 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-O, 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.
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 mirthsul sit, or prove the comic true. At last, the central parent-public calls But, chief, behold! around the ratiling board, Its utmost effort forth, a wakes 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 dissolv'd,
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 wiiher'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,
The poor historic page; till kindly comes
To live was glory then! and charm'd mankind And other Casars rose. Determin'd, hold
Through the deep periods of devolving time, Your independence! for, that once destroy'd, Those, raptur’d, copy! these, astonishid, read. Unfounded, freedom is a morning dream,
" True, a corrupted state, with every vice That flits nërial from the spreading eye.
And every meanness foul, this passion damps “ Forbid it, Heaven! that ever I need urge Who can, unshoek'd, behold the cruel eye? Integrity in office on my sons !
The pale inveigling smile? the ruflian 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
Her ornamented head, drill'd through the hands
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, prepard,
arrive, As were the dregs of Romulus 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, quell’d, · 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 laureld 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.
Yet these neglected, these recording arts,
On sculptur'd marble, on the deathless page,
A beauteous death, the patriot toil'd in vain.
“ 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 sapient city round ber burns.
Then o'er her brow Minerva's terrors nod;
She breathes deliberate soul, and makes retreat * 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 infant joy,t Nor on the treacherous seas of giddy state
From famine sav'd, or cruel-handed shame, Unskilful she : when the triumphant tide
And that where valor counts his noble scars;
The turbid city cleard, and, by degrees,
And science, by despotic bounty blessid,
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 emulation strove. How their pure tongue Neglected droop the head; and public works,
Almost obtain'd what was denied their arms. 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 rul'd A fairer front, and looks another soul. Beneath one royal head, whose vital power
How the kind art, 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 deignd 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.
Wove the deep Row'r, the blooming foliage train'd
And with the pencil vied the glowing loom.||
While the vain honors of pertidious war
And stole a deeper root, by the full tide
Of war-sunk millions fed! Superior still,
In Britain planted, by the potent juice
Of freedom swell'd? 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! Wea's 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 incursion 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, gracefur action crowns
The whole. Behold! the sair 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,
Have thrown around the laws. Oppression grieves:
See! how her legal furies bite the lip,
And seize swift justice through the clouds they raise.
Lo! raz'd their haunts, down dash'd their maddening
A nation's poison! beauteous order reigns!
From the foul herd of brutal slaves thy sons,
And fearless peace.
Or should affronting war
Despairing Gaul her boiling youth restrains,
The winds and seas are Britain's wide domain ;
“Lo! swarming southward on rejoicing sons, The times I see! whose glory to supply,
Gay colonies extend ; the calm retreat
But, bound by social freedom, firm they rise ;
Horrid with want and misery, no more
Our streets the tender passenger afflict.
Its guiltless pangs, I see! The stores, profuse,
No more the sacrilegious riot swell
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!
What smiles of praise ! and while their song ascends,
The listening seraph lays his lute aside.
of various string, and heart-felt image fillid.
* An hospital for foundlings.