STRAIN III. I. HENCE learn, as hearts are foul or pure, Nations may thrive or perish by the wave. Ocean's the womb of riches and the grave. This truth, O Britain! ponder well; What is large property ?---the sign of good, Another's treasure we possess, And charge the gods with favours misbestow'd. This counsel suits Britannia's isle, High-flush'd with wealth and Freedom's smile: And suck to death their mother soil, 'Twere useless caution, and a truth mispent. IV. Fell tyrants strike beyond the bone, And wound the soul; bow genius down, Lay virtue waste! For worth or arts who strain, 'Tis property supports pursuit. Freedom gives eloquence, and freedom gain. 10 20 V. She pours the thought, and forms the style; I feel her now! and rouse, and rise, and rave The man that can think greatly is no slave. VI. Others may traffic if they please; Britain, fair daughter of the Seas, Is born for trade, to plough her field, the wave, A speck of land! but let her boast Gods gave the world, when they the waters gave. vir. Britain! behold the world's wide face; VIII. Britain, like some great potentate Of Eastern clime, retires in state, 30 40 Shuts out the nations! Would a prince draw nigh? He passes her strong guards, the waves, Of servant winds admission craves. Her empire has no neighbour but the sky. Volume IV. F 1X. There are her friends; soft Zephyr there Keen Eurus, Notus never fair, Rough Boreas bursting from the pole; all urge, And urge for her, their various toil; The Caspian, the broad Baltic, boil, X. There are her friends, a mashall'd train! Must quit the skies to want a British fleet. XI. Hyad, for her, leans o'er her urn; For her Orion's glories burn, The Pleiads gleam. For Britons set and rise Near the deep chambers of the South, The raging dog that fires the midnight skies., XII. These nations Newton made his own; All intimate with him alone, His mighty soul did, like a giant, run His reason pour'd new light upon the sun. XIII. Let the proud brothers of the land Smile at our rock and barren strand; Not such the sea: let Fohe's ancient line O Britain! the leviathan is thine. XIV. Leviathan! whom Nature's strife Brought forth her largest piece of life! He sleeps an isle! his sports the billows warm! Dreadful Leviathan! thy spout Invades the skies; the stars are out: He drinks a river, and ejects a storm. XV.. Th' Atlantic surge around our shore, German and Caledonian roar; Their mighty Genii hold us in their lap.- Hear Egbert, Edgar, Ethelred; "The seas are ours,"--the Monarchs said-- 80 The Floods their hands, their hands the Nations clap. XVI. Whence is a rival then to rise? Can he be found beneath the skies? No, there they dwell that can give Britain fear: Her grandeur but the more proclaim, And prove their distance most as they draw near. 91 Young.] F XVIT. Proud Venice sits amid the waves, Her foot ambitious Ocean laves: Art's noblest boast! but, O! what wondrous odds Britannia is a Venice built by gods. XVIIL Let Holland triumph o'er her foes, But not o'er friends by whom she rose; What wonders rise from out the tide! XIX. And are there, then, of lofty brow, Who think trade mean, and scorn to bow .XX. And what have earth's mean sons to do But reap her fruits, and warm' pursue.. The world's chief good, not glut on others' toil P 100 110 120 |