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No. His high mettle, under good control,
Gives him Olympic speed, and shoots him to the goal.

Let discipline employ her wholesome arts ;
Let magistrates alert perform their parts,
Not skulk or put on a prudential mask,
As if their duty were a desp'rate task ;
Let active laws apply the needful curb,
To guard the peace, that riot would disturb :
And Liberty, preserved from wild excess,
Shall raise no feuds for armies to suppress.
When Tumult lately burst his prison-door,
And set plebeian thousands in a roar ;
When he usurp'd Authority's just place,
And dared to look his master in the face ;
When the rude rabble's watchword was - Destroy,
And blazing London seem'd a second Troy:
Liberty blush'd, and hung her drooping head,
Beheld their progress with the deepest dread;
Blush'd that effects like these she should produce,
Worse than the deeds of galley-slaves broke loose.
She loses in such storms her very name,
And fierce Licentiousness should bear the blame.

Incomparable gem ! thy worth untold,
Cheap though blood bought, and thrown away when sold ;
May no foes ravish thee, and no false friend
Betray thee, while professing to defend !
Prize it, ye ministers ; ye monarchs, spare ;
Ye patriots, guard it with a miser's care.

A. Patriots ! alas ! the few that have been found,
Where most they flourish, upon English ground,
The country's need have scantily supplied,
And the last left the scene when Chatham died.

B. Not so the virtue still adorns our age,
Though the chief actor died

the stage.
In him Demosthenes was heard again,
Liberty taught him her Athenian strain ;
She clothed him with authority and awe,
Spoke from his lips, and in his looks gave law.
His speech, his form, his action, full of grace,
And all his country beaming in his face,

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He stood as some inimitable hand
Would strive to make a Paul or Tully stand.*
No sycophant or slave, that dared oppose
Her sacred cause, but trembled when he rose;
And every venal stickler for the yoke
Felt himself crush'd at the first word he spoke.

Such men are raised to station and command,
When Providence means mercy to a land.
He speaks, and they appear; to Him they owe
Skill to direct, and strength to strike the blow;
To manage with address, to seize with power
The crisis of a dark decisive hour :
So Gideon earn'd a victory not his own;
Subserviency his praise, and that alone.

Poor England ! thou art a devoted deer, 12
Beset with every ill but that of fear.
Thee nations hunt ; all mark thee for a prey ;
They swarm around thee, and thou stand’st at bay,
Undaunted still, though wearied and perplex'd:
Once Chatham saved thee; but who saves thee next?
Alas! the tide of pleasure sweeps along
All that should be the boast of British song.
'Tis not the wreath, that once adorn'd thy brow,
The prize of happier times, will serve thee now.
Our

ancestry, a gallant, Christian race,
Patterns of every virtue, every grace,
Confess'd a God ; they kneeld before they fought,
And praised Him in the victories He wrought.
Now from the dust of ancient days bring forth
Their sober zeal, integrity, and worth ;
Courage, ungraced by these, affronts the skies,
Is but the fire without the sacrifice.
The stream, that feeds the well-spring of the heart,
Not more in vigorates life's noblest part,
Than virtue quickens, with a warmth divine,
The powers, that sin has brought to a decline.

A. Th' inestimable Estimate of Brown 13
Rose like a paper-kite, and charm'd the town;

* Such as Raffael has drawn his Apostle preaching at Lystra, simple, earnest, severe.

But measures, plann'd and executed well,
Shifted the wind that raised it, and it fell.
He trod the very self-same ground you tread,
And victory refuted all he said.

B. And yet his judgment was not framed amiss,
Its error, if it err’d, was merely this,
He thought the dying hour already come,
And a complete recovery struck him dumb.

But that effeminacy, folly, lust,
Enervate and enfeeble, and needs must,
And that a nation shamefully debased,
Will be despised and trampled on at last,
Unless sweet penitence her powers renew,
Is truth, if history itself be true.

is a time, and Justice marks the date,
For long-forbearing Clemency to wait ;
That hour elapsed, th' incurable revolt
Is punish’d, and down comes the thunderbolt.
If Mercy then put by the threat'ning blow,
Must she perform the same kind office now ?
May she ! and, if offended Heaven be still
Accessible, and prayer prevail, she will.
'Tis not, however, insolence and noise,
The tempest of tumultuary joys,
Nor is it yet despondence and dismay
Will win her visits, or engage her stay ;
Prayer only, and the penitential tear,
Can call her smiling down, and fix her here.

But when a country, one that I could name,
In prostitution sinks the sense of shame;
When infamous Venality, grown bold,
Writes on his bosom, “ To be let or sold :"
When Perjury, that Heaven-defying vice,
Sells oaths by tale, and at the lowest price ;
Stamps God's own name upon a lie just made,
To turn a penny in the way of trade :
When Av’rice starves, and never hides his face,
Two or three millions of the human race,
And not a tongue inquires, how, where, or when,
Though conscience will have twinges now and then :

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When profanation of the sacred cause
In all its parts, times, ministry, and laws,
Bespeaks a land, once Christian, fallen and lost
In all that wars against that title most ;
What follows next, let cities of great name,
And regions long since desolate, proclaim-
Nineveh, Babylon, and ancient Rome,
Speak to the present times, and times to come ;
They cry aloud, in every careless ear,
Stop, while ye may, suspend your mad career ;
Oh, learn from our example and our fate,
Learn wisdom and repentance, ere too late.

Not only vice disposes and prepares
The mind, that slumbers sweetly in her snares,
To stoop to tyranny's usurp'd command,
And bend her polish'd neck beneath his hand,
(A dire effect, by one of Nature's laws
Unchangeably connected with its ca use,)
But Providence himself will intervene,
To throw His dark displeasure o'er the scene.
All are His instruments ; each form of war,
What burns at home, or threatens from afar ;
Nature in arms, her elements at strife,
The storms that overset the joys of life,
Are but His rods to scourge a guilty land,
And waste it at the bidding of his hand.
He gives the word, and mutiny soon roars
In all her gates, and shakes her distant shores ;
The standards of all nations are unfurld,
She has one foe, and that one foe the world ;
And, if he doom that people with a frown,
And mark them with a seal of wrath press'd down,
Obduracy takes place ; callous and tough,
The reprobated race grows judgment-proof;
Earth shakes beneath them, and heaven roars above,
But nothing scares them from the course they love:
To the lascivous pipe and wanton song,
That charm down fear, they frolic it along,
With mad rapidity and unconcern,
Down to the gulf, from which is no return.

They trust in navies, and their navies fail -
God's curse can cast away ten thousand sail !
They trust in armies, and their courage dies ;
In wisdom, wealth, in fortune, and in lies ;
But all they trust in withers, as it must,
When He commands, in whom they place no trust.
Vengeance at last pours down upon their coast
A long despised, but now victorious host;
Tyranny sends the chain that must abridge
The noble sweep of all their privilege,
Gives liberty the last, the mortal shock,
Slips the slave's collar on, and snaps the lock.

A. Such lofty strains embellish what you teach ; Mean you to prophesy, or but to preach ?

B. I know the mind, that feels indeed the fire The muse imparts, and can command the lyre, Acts with a force, and kindles with a zeal, Whate'er the theme, that others never feel. If human woes her soft attention claim, A tender sympathy pervades the frame; She pours a sensibility divine Along the nerve of every feeling line. But if a deed, not tamely to be borne, Fire indigation and a sense of scorn, The strings are swept with such a power, so loud, The storm of music shakes th' astonish'd crowd. So, when remote futurity is brought Before the keen inquiry of her thought, A terrible sagacity informs The poet's heart; he looks to distant storms ; He hears the thunder ere the tempest low'rs ; And, arm'd with strength surpassing human pow'rs, Seizes events as yet unknown to man, And darts his soul into the dawning plan. Hence, in a Roman mouth, the graceful name Of prophet and of poet was the same ; Hence British poets too the priesthood shared, And every hallow'd druid was a bard. But no prophetic fires to me belong ; I play with syllables, and sport in song.

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