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Mild are thy glories too, as: o'er the plans
Of thriving peace thy thoughtful sires preside;
In genius, and substantial learning, high;
Fur every virtue, every worth renown'*!;
Sincere, plain-hearted, hospitable, kind;
Yet, like the mustering thunder when provok'd,
The dread of tyrants, and the sole resource
Of those that under grim oppression groan.
Thy Sons of Glory many! Alfred thine,
In whom the splendour of heroic war,
And more heroic peace, when govern'd well,
Combine! whose haliow'd name the virtues saint,
And his own Muses love; the best of Kings!
With him thy Edwards and thy Henrys shine,
Names dear to fame, the first who deep impress'd
On haughty Gaul the terror of thy arms,
That awes her genius still. In Statesmen thou.
And Patriots, fertile. Thine a steady More,
Who, with a generous, tho' mistaken zeal, ,
Withstood a brutal tyrant's useful rage,
Like Cato firm, like Aristides just,
Like rigid Cincinnati^ nobly poor,
A dauntless soul erect, who smil'd on death.
Frugal, and wise, a Walsingharn is thine;
A Drake who made thee mistress of the deep.
And bore thy name in thunder round the world.
Then flam'd thy spirit high: but who can speak
The numerous worthies of the Maiden Reign?
In Raleigh mark their every glory mix'd;
llaleigh, the.scourge of Spain! whose breast'with al
The sage, the patriot, and the hero burn'd.
Nor sunk his vigour, when a coward reign
The warrior fetter'd, and at last resign'd,
To glut the vengeance of a vanquish'd foe.
Then, active still and unrestrain'd, his mind
Explor'd the vast extent of ages past,
And with his prison hours enrich'd the world";
Yet found no times, in all the long research,
So glorious, or so base, as those he prov'd,
In which he conquer'd, and in which he bled.
Nor can the Muse the gallant Sydney pass,
The plume of war! with early laurels crown'd,
The lover's myrtle, and the poet's bay.
A Hampden too is thine, illustrious land!
Wise, strenuoas, firm, of unsubmitting soul,
Who stem'd the torrent of a downward age,
To slavery prone, and bade thee rise again,
In all thy native pomp of freedom bold.
Bright, at his call, thy age of men effulg'd,
Of men on whom late time a kindling eye
Shall turn, and tyrants tremble while they read.
Bring every sweetest flower, and let me strew
The grave where Russel lies; whose temper'd blood,
With calmest cheerfulness for thee resign'd,
Stain'd the sad annals of a giddy reign;
Aiming at lawless power, tho' meanly sunk
In loose inglorious luxury. With him
His friend, the * British Cassius, fearless bled;
Of high determin'd spirit, roughly brave,
By ancient learning to th' enlighten'd love
Of ancient freedom warm'd. Fair thy renown
In awful sages, arid in noble bards,
Soon as the light of dawning Science spread
Her orient ray, and wak'd the Muses' song.
Thine is a Bacon; hapless in his choice,
I fnfit to stand the civil storm of state,
And thro' the smooth barbarity of Courts,
With firm but pliant viitue, forward still
To urge his course: him for the studious shade
Kind Nature form'd, deep, comprehensive, clear,
Exact, and elegant; in one rich soul,
Plato, the Stagyrite, and Tully join'd.
1 he great deliv'rcr he! who from the gloom
Of cloyster'd ihonks, and jargon-teaching schools,
Led forth the true philosophy, there long
Held in the magic chain of words and forms,
And definitions void: he led her forth,
Daughter of Heav'n! that slow-ascending still,
investigating sure the chain of things,
With radiant finger points to Heaven again.
The generous § Ashley thine, the friend of Man;
Who scann'd his nature with a brother's eye,
His weakness prompt to shade, to raise his aim,
To touch the finer movements of the mind,
A nd with the moral beauty charm tl»e heart.
Why need I name thy Boyle, whose pious search,
Amid the dark recesses of his works,
The great Creator sought? and why thy Locke,
Who made the whole internal world his own?
Let Newton, pure intelligence, whom God
To mortals lent, to trace his boundless works
From laws sublimely simple, speak thy fame
In all philosophy. For lofty sense,
Creative fancy, and inspection keen
Thro' the deep windings of the human heart,
Is not wild Shakspeare thine and Nature's oast?
Js not each great, each amiable Muse
Of classic ages in thy Milton met?
A genius universal as his theme;
Astonishing as Chaos, as the bloom
Of blowing Eden fair, as Heaven sublime.
Nor shall my verse that elder bard forget,
The gentle Spenser, Fancy's pleasing son;
Who like a copious river pour'd his song
O'er all the mazes of enchanted ground:
Nor thee, his ancient Master, laughing sage, ,
Chaucer, whose native manners-painting verse,
Well moraliz'd, shines through the Gothic cloud
Of time and language o'er thy genius thrown.
May my song soften, as thy Daughters I,
Britannia, hail! for beauty is their own,
The feeling heart, simplicity of life,
And elegance, and taste: the faultless form,
Shap'd by the hand of Harmony; the cheek,
Where the live crimson, thro' the native white
Soft-shootiug, o'er the face diffuses bloom,
And every nameless grace; the parted lip,
Like the red rose.bud moist with morning dew, ,
Breathing delight; and, under flowing jet,
Or sunny ringlets, or of circling brown,
The neck slight-shaded, and the swelling breast;
The look resistless, piercing to the soul,
And by the soul infovm'd, when drest in love,
She sits high smiling in the conscious eye.
Island of bliss! amid the subject seas^
That thunder round thy rocky coasts, set up,
At once the wonder, terror, and delight
Of distant nations; whose remotest shores
Can soon be shaken by thy naval arm;
Not to be shook thyself, but all assaults
Baffling, as thy hoar cliffs the loud sea-wave.
OThou! by whose almighty nod the scale Of empire risesj or alternate fails, Send forth the saving virtues round the land, In bright patrol: white Peace, and social Love; The tender-looking Charity, intent On gentle deeds, and shedding tears thro' smiles; Undaunted Truth, and Dignity of mind; Courage compos'd, and keen; sound Temperance, Healthful in heart and Kok; clear Chastity,. With blushes reddening as she moves along, Disorder'd at the deep regard she draws; Rough Industry; Activity untir'd, With copious life informd, and all awake: While in the radiant front, superior shines T hat first paternal virtue, Public Zeal; Who throws o'er all an equal wide survey, And ever musing on the common weal, Still labours glorious with some great design.
The Blessings of Industry.
, These are thy blessings, Industry! rough power!
Whom labour still attends, and sweat, and pain;
Vet the kind source of every gentle art,
And all the soft civility of life:
Raiser of human kind! by Nature cast,
Naked, and helpless, out amid the woods
And wilds, to rude inclement elements;
With various seeds of art deep in the mind
Implanted; and profusely pour'd around
Materials infinite: but idle all.
Still unexerted, in th' unconscious breast,
Slept the lethargic powers; corruption still,
.Voracious, swallovv'd what the liberal hand
Of bounty scatter'd o'er the savage year:
And still the sad barbarian, roving, mix'd
With beasts of prey; or for his acorn meal
Fought the fierce'tusky boar; a shivering wretch!
Aghast, and comfortless, when the bleak North,
With Winter charg'd, let the mix'd tempest fly,
Hail, rain, and snow, the bitter breathing frost:
Then to the shelter of the hut he fled;
And the wild season, sordid, pin'd away.
For home he had not; home is the resort
Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where,
Supporting and supported, polish'd friends
And dear relations mingle into bliss.
But this the rugged savage never felt,
Even desolate in crowds; and thus his days
Roll'd heavy, dark, and unenjoy'd along:
A waste of time! till Industry approach'd,
And rous'd him from his miserable sloth:
His faculties unfolded; pointed out,
Where lavish Nature the directing hand
Of Art demanded: shew'd him how to raise
His feeble force by the mechanic powers,
To dig the mineral from the vaulted earth,
On what to turn the piercing rage of fire,
On what the torrent, and the gather'd blast;
Gave the tall ancient forest to his ax;
Taught him to chip the wood, and hew the stone)
'Till by degrees the finish'd fabric rose;
Tore from his limbs the blood-polluted fur,
And wrapt them in the woolly vestment warm,.
Or bright ii* glossy silk, and flowing lawn;
With wholesome viands fill'd his table, pour'd
The generous glass around, inspir'd to wake
The life-refining soul of decent wit:
Nor stopp'd at barren, bare necessity;
But still advancing bolder, led him on
To pomp, to pleasure, elegance; and. grace;.
And breathing high ambition thro' his soul,.
Set science, wisdom, glory, in his view,
And bade him be the Lord of all below.
Then gathering Men their natural powers combiadi
And form'd a Public;. to the general good.
Submitting, aiming, and conducting all.
For this the Patriot Council met, the full,
The free, and fairly represented Whole;
For this they plann'd the holy guardian laws,.
Distinguish'd orders, animated arts,
And with joint force Oppression chaining, set
Imperial Justice at the helm; yet still
To them accountable: nor slavish dream'd
That toiling millions must resign their weal,..
And. all the honey of their search, to such.