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(Useless, where rocks a surer barrier lend,
Where seas encircle, and where fleets defend ;)
What though no arch of triumph is assign'd
To laurel'd pride, whose sword has thinn’dmankind; 90
Though no vast wall extends from coast to coast,
No pyramid afpires, fublimely loft ;
Yet the fafe road through rocks Thall winding tend,
And the firm causeway o'er the clays ascend.
Lo! stately streets, lo ! ample squares invite
The salutary gale, that breathes delight.
Lo! structures mark the charitable foil
For casual ill, maim'd valour, feeble toil
Worn out with care, infirmity, and age;
The life here entering, quitting there the fage :
The babe of lawless birth, doom'd else to moan,
To ftarve or bleed for errors not nis own!
Let the frail mother 'scape the fame defild,
If from the murdering mother 'scape the child!
Oh, guard his youth from fin's alluring voice; 105
From deeds of dire necessity, not choice !
His grateful hand, thus never harmful known,
Shall on the public welfare build his own.
Thus worthy crafts, which low-born life divide,
Give towns their opulence, and courts their pride, 150
Sacred to pleasure structures rife elate,
To that still worthy of the wife and great.
Sacred to pleasure then shall piles afcend ?
They (hall-when pleasure and initruction blend.
Let theatres from Public Spirit shine!
115 Such theatres, as, Athens, once were thine!
See ! the gay Muse of pointed wit poffeft,
Who makes the virtuous laugh, the decent jest :
What though the mock, the mocks with honest aim,
And laughs each favorite folly into shame,
With liberal light the tragic charms the age :
In solemn-training robes the fills the stage;
There human nature, mark'd in different lines,
Alive in character distinctly shines.
Quick passions change alternate on her face ; 125
Her diction music, as her action grace.
Instant we catch her terror-giving cares,
Pathetic fighs, and pity-moving tears ;
Instant we catch her generous glow of foul,
Till one great striking moral crowns the whole. 730
Hence in warm youth, by scenes of virtue taught,
Honour exalts, and love expands the thought;
Hence pity, to peculiar grief assign'd,
Grows wide benevolence to all mankind.
Where various edifice the land renowns, There Public Spirit plans, exalts, and crowns, She chears the mansion with the spacious hall, Bids painting live along the storied wall; Seated, she smiling eyes th' unclosing door, And much she welcomes all, but most the poor ; 149 She turns the pillar, or the arch she bends, The choir she lengthens, or the choir extends ; She rears the tower, whose height the heavens admire; Sherears, the rounds, the points the lefsening spire; At her command the college-roofs ascend 14.5 (For Public Spirit Itill is learning's friend),
Stupendous piles, which useful pomp compleats,
Thus rise Religion's, and thus Learning's seats :
There moral truth and holy science spring,
And give the fage to teach, the bard to fing,
There some draw health from herbs and mineral veins,
Some search the systems of the heavenly plains ;
Some call from history past times to view,
And others trace old laws, and sketch out new;
Thence saving rights by legiflators plann'd, 155
And guardian patriots thence inspire the land.
Now grant, ye powers, one great, one fond desire,
And, granting, bid a new Whitehall aspire !
Far let it lead, by well-pleas'd Thames survey'd,
The swelling arch, and stately colonnade ; 16о
Bid courts of justice, senate-chambers join,
Till various all in one proud work combine !
But now be all the generous Goddess feen, When most diffus'd she shines, and most benign! Ye fons of misery, attract her view!
165 Ye fallow, hollow-eyed, and meagre crew ! Such high perfection have our arts attain'd, That now few sons of toil our arts demand ? Then to the public, to itself, we fear, Ev'n willing industry grows useless here,
170 Are we too populous at length confess’d, From confluent Atrangers refug'd and redress'd ? Has war so long withdrawn his barbarous train, That peace o'erstocks us with the fons of men ? So long has plague left pure the ambient air,
175 That want mult prey on those disease would spare ?
Hence beauteous wretches (beauty's foul disgrace?)
Though born the pride, the shame of human race;
Fair wretches hence, who nightly streets annoy,
Live but themselves and others to destroy. 180
Hence robbers rife, to theft, to murder prone,
First driven by want, from habit desperate grown;
Hence for ow'd trifles oft our jails contain
(Torn from mankind) a miserable train ;
Torn from, in spite of nature's tenderest cries, 185
Parental, filial, and connubial ties :
The trader, when on every fide distreft,
Hence fies to what expedient frauds suggest;
To prop his question'd credit's tottering state,
Others he first involves to fare his fate;
190 Then for mean refuge must self-exil'd roam, Never to hope a friend, nor find a home,
This Public Spirit fees, she sees and feels ! Her breast the throb, her eye the tear reveals ; (The patriot throb that beats, the tear that flows 195 For others welfare, and for others woes) And what can I (she faid) to cure their grief : Shall I or point out death, or point relief? Forth shall I lead them to fome happier foil, To conquest lead them, and enrich with fpoil? '900 Bid them convulse a world, make nature groan, And spill, in hedding others blood, their own ? No, no -such wars do thou, Ambition, wage ! Go sterilize the fertile with thy rage ! Whole nations to depopulate is thine;
205 To people, culture, and protect, be mine!
the world, Discovery !-Strait he goes
O’er seas, o'er Libya's lands, and Zembla's snows;
He settles where kind rays till now have smil'd
(Vain smile!) on fome luxuriant houseless wild.
sons of want might here enjoy
What Nature gives for age but to destroy?
Blush, blush, O sun (she cries) here vainly found,
To rise, to set, to roll the seasons round !
Shall heaven distil in dews, descend in rain,
From earth gush fountains, rivers flow-in vain ?
There shall the watery lives in myriads Atray,
And be, to be alone each other's prey ?
Unfought thall here the teeming quarries own
The various species of mechanic stone?
From structure this, from sculpture that confine ?
Shall rocks forbid the latent gem to fhine?
Shall mines, obedient, aid no artist's care,
Nor give the martial sword, and peaceful share ?
Ah! shall they never precious ore unfold, 225
To smile in silver, or to filame in gold ?
Shall here the vegetable world alone,
For joys, for various virtues, rest unknown ?
While food and physic, plants and herbs supply,
Mere must they shoot alone to bloom and die ? 239
Shall fruits, which none but brutal eyes survey,
Untouch'd grow ripe, untasted drop away
Shall here th' irrational, the savage kind,
Lord it o'er stores by heaven for man design’d,
And trample what mild suns benignly raise,
While man must lose the use, and heaven the praise ?