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Shall it then be ?--(Indignant here the rofe,
245 Come then, ye fons of Misery ! come away! Let those, whose sorrows from neglect are known, (Here taught, compellid, empower'd) neglect atone ! Let those enjoy, who never merit woes, In youth th’industrious with, in age repose ! Allotted acres (no reluctant foil) Shall prompt their industry, and pay their toil. Let families, long strangers to delight, Whom wayward fate dispers'd, by me unite ; Here live enjoying life; see plenty, peace ; 255 Their lands increasing as their sons increase. As nature yet is found, in leafy glades, To intermix the walks with lights and thades; Or as with good and ill, in chequer'd strife, Various the goddess colours human life :
260 So, in this fertile clime, if yet are seen Moors, marshes, cliffs, by turns to intervene; Where.cliffs, moors, marshes, desolate the view, Where haunts the bittern, and where screams the
Where prowls the wolf, where roll'd the serpent lies, 265
Learn, future natives of this promised land, 275
you the neighbouring blameless Indian aid, Culture what he neglects, not his invade, 280 Dare not, oh dare not, with ambitious view, Force or demand fubjelion never due. Let, by my specious name, no tyrants rise, And cry, while they enslave, they civilize ? : Know, Liberty and I are still the same,
285 Congenial !-ever mingling flame with flame ! Why must I Afric's fable children fee Vended for slaves, though form’d by nature free, The nameless tortures cruel minds invent, Those to subject, whom nature equal meant? 290 If these you dare (albeit unjust success Empowers you now unpuniflı'd to oppress) Revolving empire you and your's may doom (Rome all subdued, yet Vandals vandith'd Rome),
Yes, empire may revolve, give them the day, 295 And yoke may yoke, and blood may
repay Thus (ah! how far unequal'd by my lays, Unskill'd the heart to melt, or mind to raise), Sublime, benevolent, deep, sweetly-clear, Worthy a Thomson's Muse, a FREDERICK's ear, 300 Thus fpoke the Goddess. Thus Ifaintly tell In what lov'd works heaven gives her to excel. But who her fons, that, to her interest true, Conversant lead her to a prince like you ? These, Sir, falute you from life's middle state, 305 Rich without gold, and without titles great : Knowledge of books and men exalts their thought, In wit accomplish'd, though in wiles untaught, Careless of whispers meant to wound their name, Nor sneer'd nor brib’d from virtue into shame ; 310 In letters elegant, in honour bright, They come, they catch, and they reflect delight.
Mixing with these, a few of rank are found,
The bright grow brighter, and ev’n courts refine;
Happy the men, who such a prince can please!
For him fine marble in the quarry lies,
Occasioned by seeing his PICTURE of the
ORGIVE an artless, an officious friend,
Weak, when I judge, but willing to commend ;
$ Some warmth awakes--some embers of a Muse.
Ye Muses, Graces, and ye Loves, appear !
IE * See Dyer's Poems.
If life Pygmalion's ivory favourite fir’d,
But still, my friend, still the sweet object stays,
Nor can one view fuch boundless power confine, All Nature opens to an art like thine ! Now rural scenes in fimple grandeur rise ! Vales, hills, lawns, lakes, and vineyards feast our eyes, Now halcyon Peace a smiling aspect wears ! Now the red scene with war and ruin glares ! Here Britain's fleets o'er Europe's feas preside! 35 There long-lost cities rear their ancient pride; You from the grave can half redeem the slain, And bid gréat Julius charm the world again Mark out Pharsalia's, mark out Munda's fray, And image all the honours of the day.
40 But if new glories most our warmth excite; If toils untry'd to noblest aims invite;