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That all Olympus through the mentry porno
To cousecrate our fes renamed TORE,
Avd Echo learns politely to repeat
The praise of names for ages stablett:
That having pror'd the realase sales
Of revelation's ineffectual beat,
To bring the passions uader saber song,
And give the moral springs their seaser per
They mean to try what may at last de sise
By stout substantial gods or pool and sare
And whether Roman rites day bo pred
The virtues of old Rome for Eagha K.
May such success attend the pious plau,
May Mercury once more embellish schler
Grace him again with long forgotten arts
Reclaim his taste, and brighten op bis part
Make him athletic as in dars of old,
Learnd at the bar, in the palæstra bold,
Divest the rougher sex of female ains,
And teach the softer not to copy theirs:
The change shall please, nor shall it matter what
Who works the wonder, if it be but est
Tis time, bowever, if the case stands ther,
For us plain folks, and all who side with us
To build our altar, confident and bold,
And say as steru Elijat said of old,
The strife now stands apan a fair a vad,

If Israel's Lord be God, thea serve the Lord:
If he be silent, faith is all a whim,
Then Baal is the God, and worsiup him.

Digression is so much is modern as,
Thought is so rare, and faner so profuse,
Some dever seem so side of their rates,
15 when returning to the these they peast;
s mendicants, whose business is to rasti,
ake ev'ry parish but their own their home.
vugh such continual zigzags io e boas,
s drunken reelings ltare an awkward look
I bad rather creep to what is true,
rove and stagger with no mark to it;

Yet to consult a little, seer'd no crime,
The freakish humour of the present time:
But now to gather up what seems dispers'd,
Add touch the subject I desiga'd at first,
May prove, though much beside the rules of art,
Best for the public, and my wisest part.
And first, let no man charge me, that I mean
To close is sable ev'ry social scene,
And give good company a face severe,
As if they met around a father's bier ;
For tell some men, that pleasure all their bent,
And laughter all their work, is life mispent,
Their wisdom bursts into this sage reply,
Then mirth is sin, and we should always cry.
To find the medium asks some share of wit,
And therefore 'tis a mark fools never hit.
But though life's valley be a vale of tears,
A brighter scene beyond that vale appears,
Whose glory with a light that never fades,
Shoots between scatter'd rocks and op'ning shades,
And, while it shows the land the soul desires,
The language of the land she seeks inspires.
Tous touch'd, the tongue receives a sacred cure
Of all that was absurd, profane, impure;
Held within modest bounds, the tide of speech
Pursues the course that Truth and Nature teach;
No longer labours merely to produce
The pomp of sound, or tinkle without use:
Where'er it winds, the salutary stream,
Sprightly and fresh, enriches ev'ry theme,
While all the happy man possess'd before,
The gift of nature, or the classic store,
Is made subservient to the grand design,
For which Hear'n forın'd the faculty divine.
So should an idiot, while at large be strays,
Find the sweet lyre, on which an artist plays,
With rash and awkward force the chords he shakes,
And grins with wonder at the jar he makes;
But let the wise and well-instructed hand
Once take the shell beneath his just command,



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....... studiis floreos ignobilis ott,

Virg. Geor, lib. 4.

HACKNEY'D in business, wearied at that oar,
Which thousands, once fast chain'd to, quit no more,
Bat which, when life at ebb runs weak and low,
All wish, or seem to wish, they could forego ;
The statesman, lawyer, merchant, man of trade,
Pants for the refuge of some rural shade,
Where, all his long anxieties forgot
Amid the charms of a sequester'd spot,
Or recollected only to gild o'er,
And add a smile to what was sweet before,

may possess the joys he thinks he sees,
Lay his old age upon the lap of Ease,
loprove the remnant of his wasted span,
And, having lived a trifler, die a man.
Thas Conscience pleads her cause within the breast,
Though long rebell'd against, not yet suppressid,
And calls a creature form'd for God alone,
For Heav'n's high purposes, and not his own,
Calls him away from selfish ends and aims,
From what debilitates and what inflames,
From cities humming with a restless crowd,
Sordid as active, ignorant as loud,
Whose highest praise is that they live in vain,
The dupes of pleasure, or the slaves of gain,
Where works of man are cluster'd close around,
And works of God are hardly to be found,
To regions where, in spite of sin and wo,
Traces of Edon are still seon below,





Where mountaia, nirer, fores, be
Remiad his oi luis Valer's portrait
'Tis well if, look'd for at w lata 05,
In the last scene of such a leselke
True wisdom will attend as tredke iz
And grace his action ere the curtait la
Souls, that have long despisicherte
Their wishes all impreguated with Lato
For dreescore years eaplord with wax
In catching smoke ani teeding 1901
Coorersant only witia the safs w Det
Rarely redeem the stort rebainiog td.
loret'rate habits choke th'uanto the
Their tibres penetrate it's tend test part
And, draining it's nutritious pou'n to face
Their toxious growth, starve erns better that

Happy, if fell of days--but happier bb
It, ere we yet discern lile's rrining star,
Sick of the service of a world, that terte
It's patient drudges with dry chat and much
We can escape tron Custom's idiot saj,
To serve the Sovereigo we were born e' con
Then sweet to muse upon his skil display it
(Taboite skill) in all thet he has made!
To trace in Nature's most minute desky
The signature and stamp of por'r divine,
Contrivance intricate, espress d with east,
Where umassisted sight oo beauty sees,
The shapely limb and lubricated just
Within the small dimensions of a point
Vuscle and nerve miraculously spun,
tis mighty work, who speaks and it is case,

' invisible in things scarce sees rereal d,
sphom an atom is an ample tield;
wonder at a thousand insect formu,
chatchd, and those resuscitated som
Hife ordain'd and brighter secues to start
proge ou earth, now buoyant upon
shape would make them, lind they buli

Wita helmet heads, and dragon-scales adorn'a,
The mighty myriads, now securely scorn'd,
Would mock the majesty of man's high birth,
Despise bis balwarks, aud unpeople earth.
Then with a glance of fancy to survey,
Far as the faculty can stretch away,
Tea thousand rivers pour'd at his command
From urns, that never fail, through ev'ry land;
These like a deluge with impetuous force,
Those winding modestly a silent course;
The cloud-surmounting Alps, the fruitful vales;
seas, on which ev'ry nation spreads her sails;
The sun, a world whence other worlds drink light,
The crescent moon, the diadem of night;
stars countless, each in his appointed place,
Fast anchor'd in the deep abyss of space-
At such a sight to catch the poet's flame,
And with a rapture like his own exclaim,
These are thy glorious works, thou source of good,
How dimly seen, how faintly understood !
Thide, and opheld by thy paternal care,
This universal frame, thus wondrous fair;
Thy pow'r divine, and bounty beyond thought,
Adar'd and prais'd in all that thou hast wrought.
Absorb'd in that immensity I see,
1 shrink abas'd, and yet aspire to thee;
Instruct me, guide me to that heav'nly day,
Thy words, more clearly than thy works display,
That, while thy truths my grosser thoughts refine,
I may resemble thee, and call thee mine.
O blest proficiency! surpassing all,
That noen erroneously their glory call,
The recompense that arts or arms can yield,
The bar, the senate, or the tented field.
Compard with this sublimest life below,
Te kings and rulers, what have courts to show?
Thus studied, asid and consecrated thus,
On Earth what is, seems form'd indeed for us:
Not as the plaything of a froward child,
Fresfal unless diverted and beguild,

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