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The setting fun's effulgence, not a strain
From all the tenants of the warbling shade
Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake
Fresh pleasure, unreprov'd. Nor then partakes
Fresh pleasure only: for th' attentive mind
By this harmonious action on her pow'rs,
Becomes herself harmonious : wont so oft
In outward things to meditate the charm
Of sacred order, foon she seeks at home
To find a kindred order, to exert
Within herself this elegance of love,
This fair-inspir’d delight : her temper'd pow'rs
Refine at length, and every passion wears
A charter, milder, more attractive mien.
But if to ampler prospects, if to gaze
On nature's form, where negligent of all
These lesser graces, she assumes the port
Of that eternal Majesty that weigh'd
The world's foundations ; if to these the mind
Exalts her daring eye ; then mightier far
Will be the change, and nobler. Would the forms
Of servile custom cramp her gen'rous pow'rs?
Would fordid policies, the barb'rous growth
Of ignorance and rapine, bow her down
To tame pursuits, to indolence and fear ?
Lo ! she appeals to nature, to the winds
And rolling waves, the sun's unwearied course,
The elements and seasons : all declare
For what th' eternal Maker has ordain'd
The pow'rs of man: we feel within ourselves
divine : he tells the heart,
He meant, he made us to behold and love
What he beholds and loves, the general orb
Of life and being ; fo be great like him,
Beneficent and active. Thus the men
Whom nature's works can charm, with God himielf
Hold converse; grow familiar, day by day,
With his conceptions; act upon his plan;
And form to his, the relish of their fouls.
ARK! heard ye not that piercing cryy
Which shook the waves and rent the sky!
E'en now, e'en now, on yonder Western shores
Weeps pale Despair, and writhing Anguilh roars :
E'en now in Afric's groves with hideous yell
Fierce SLAVERY stalks, and Nips the dogs of hell ;-
From vale to vale the gathering cries rebound,
And sable nations tremble at the found !-
-YE BANDS OF SENATORS ! whose suffrage fways.
Britannia's realms, whom either Ind obeys ;
Who right the injured, and reward the brave,
Stretch your strong arm, for ye have power to save !
Throned in the vaulted heart, his dread resort
Inexorable CONSCIENCE holds his court ;
With still fmall voice the plots of Guilt alarms,
Bares his mask'd brow, his lifted hand disarms ;
But, wrapp'd in night with terrors all his own,
He speaks in thunder, when the deed is done.
Hear him, ye Senates ! hear this truth sublime,
• HE, WHO ALLOWS OPPRESSION, SHARES THE CRIME.'
No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears,
No gem, that twinkling hangs from Beauty's ears,
Not the bright stars, which Night's blue arch adorn,
Nor rising fun, that gild the vernal morn,
Shine with such lustre as the tear, that breaks
For other's woe down Virtue’s manly cheekse
Question. WHETHER Anger ought to be suppressed
entirely, or only to be confined within the bounds of moderation ?
THOSE who maintain that resentment is blameable only in the excess, support their opinion with such arguments as these.
SINCE Anger is natural and useful to man, entirely to banish it from our breast, would be an equally foolish and vain attempt : for as it is difficult, and next to impossible, to oppose nature with success ; so it were imprudent, if we had it in our power, to cast away
with which she has furnished us for our defence. The best armour against injustice is a proper degree of spirit, to repel the wrongs that are done, or designed against us: but if we divest ourselves of all resentment, we shall perhaps prove too
irresolute and languid, both in resisting the attacks of injustice, and inflicting punishment upon those, who have commited it. We shall therefore fink into contempt, and by the tameness of our fpirit, shall invite the malicious to abuse and affront us. Nor will others fail to deny us the regard which is due from them, if once they think us incapable of resentment. To remain unmoved at gross in. juries, has the appearance of stupidity, and will make us despicable and mean, in the eyes of many who are not to be influenced by any thing but their fears.
And as a moderate share of resentment is useful in its effects, so it is innocent in itself, nay often commendable. The virtue of mildness is no less remote from infenfibility, on the one hand, than from fury on the other. It implies, that we are angry only upon proper occasions, and in a due
degree ; that we are never transported beyond the bounds of 1 decency, or indulge a deep and lasting resentment ; that we
do not follow, but lead our passion, governing it as our fer-
vant, not submitting ourselves to it as our master. Under
these regulations it is certainly excusable, when moved only
by private wrongs : and being excited by the injuries which
others suffer, it bespeaks a generous mind, and deserves com-
mendation. Shall a good man feel no indignation against
injustice and barbarity ? not even when he is witness to
Shocking instances of them ? when he sees a friend bafely
and cruelly treat ; when he observes
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The infolence of office, and the fpurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes ;
shall he still enjoy himself in perfect tranquillity ? Will it
be a crime, if he conceives the leait resentment ? Will it
not rather be somewhat criminal, if he is destitute of it? In