Shall it then be ?-(Indignant here the rofe,
Indignant, yet humane, her bofom glows)-
No! By each honour'd Grecian, Roman name,
By men for virtue deify'd by fame,
Who peopled lands, who model'd infant state,
And then bade empire be maturely great;

By these I swear (be witness earth and skies!)
Fair Order here fhall from Confufion rife.
Rapt, I a future colony furvey!

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Come then, ye fons of Mifery! come away!

Let thofe, whofe forrows from neglect are known,
(Here taught, compell'd, empower’d) neglect atone!
Let thofe enjoy, who never merit woes,

In youth th' industrious wish, 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 difpers'd, by me unite
Here live enjoying life; fee plenty, peace;
Their lands increafing as their fons increase.
As nature yet is found, in leafy glades,

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To intermix the walks with lights and shades;
Or as with good and ill, in chequer'd strife,
Various the goddess colours human life:
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Moors, marshes, cliffs, by turns to intervene;

Where cliffs, moors, marshes, defolate the view, Where haunts the bittern, and where screams the

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Shall folemn fanes and halls of justice rife,

And towns fhall open (all of structure fair!)
To brightening prospects, and to pureft air;
Frequented ports, and vineyards green fucceed,
And flocks increafing whiten all the mead.
On science science, arts on arts refine;

On these from high all heaven shall smiling shine,
And Public Spirit here a people show,
Free, numerous, pleas'd, and busy all below.

Learn, future natives of this promised land,
What your forefathers ow'd my faving hand!
Learn, when Despair such sudden bliss shall see,
Such bliss must shine from Oglethorpe or me!
Do you the neighbouring blameless Indian aid,
Culture what he neglects, not his invade,
Dare not, oh dare not, with ambitious view,
Force or demand fubjection never due.
Let, by my fpecious name, no tyrants rife,
And cry, while they enflave, they civilize ?:
Know, Liberty and I are still the fame,
Congenial!-ever mingling flame with flame!
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Vended for flaves, though form'd by nature free,
The nameless tortures cruel minds invent,
Thofe to fubject, whom nature equal meant?
If thefe you dare (albeit unjust fuccefs
Empowers you now unpunish'd to opprefs)
Revolving empire you and your's may doom
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And yoke may yoke, and blood may blood repay.
Thus (ah! how far unequal'd by my lays,
Unfkill'd the heart to melt, or mind to raise),
Sublime, benevolent, deep, fweetly-clear,
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Thus fpoke the Goddefs. Thus I faintly tell
In what lov'd works heaven gives her to excel.
But who her fons, that, to her interest true,
Converfant lead her to a prince like you?
Thefe, Sir, falute you from life's middle state,
Rich without gold, and without titles great:
Knowledge of books and men exalts their thought,
In wit accomplish'd, though in wiles untaught,
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In letters elegant, in honour bright,

They come, they catch, and they reflect delight.
Mixing with these, a few of rank are found,
For councils, embaffies, and camps renown'd.
Vers'd in gay life, in honeft maxims read,
And ever warm of heart, yet cool of head.
From these the circling glass gives wit to shine,
The bright grow brighter, and ev'n courts refine;
From thefe fo gifted, candid, and upright,
Flows knowledge, softening into ease polite.

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Happy the men, who fuch a prince can please!
Happy the prince rever'd by men like these !
His condefcenfions dignity difplay,

Grave with the wife, and with the witty gay;

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For him fine marble in the quarry lies,

Which, in due ftatues, to his fame fhall rife,
Ever fhall Public Spirit beam his praise,
And the Muse swell it in immortal lays.

TO

MR. JOHN DYER, A PAINTER,

ADVISING HIM TO DRAW A CERTAIN

NOBLE AND ILLUSTRIOUS PERSON;

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Occafioned by feeing his PICTURE of the celebrated CLIO*.

ORGIVE an artlefs, an officious friend,

Weak, when I judge, but willing to commend Fall'n as I am, by no kind fortune rais'd, Deprefs'd, obfcur'd, unpity'd, and unprais'd; Yet, when these well-known features I peruse, Some warmth awakes-fome embers of a Muse. Ye Mufes, Graces, and ye Loves, appear! Your Queen, your Venus, and your Clio's here!. In fuch pure fires her rifing thoughts refine! Her eyes with fuch commanding fweetness shine: Such vivid tinctures fure through æther glow, Stain fummer clouds, or gild the watery bow:

See Dyer's Poems.

If

If life Pygmalion's ivory favourite fir'd,

Sure fome enamour'd Godt his draught inspir'd!
Or, if you rafhly caught Promethean flame,

Shade the sweet theft, and mar the beauteous frame !
Yet if those cheering lights the profpect fly,
Ah!-let no pleafing view the lofs fupply.
Some dreary den, fome defert waste

prepare, Wild as my thoughts, or dark as my despair.

But ftill, my friend, still the sweet object stays, Still ftream your colours rich with Clio's rays! Sure at each kindling touch your canvass glows! Sure the full form, instinct with spirit, grows! Let the dull artift puzzling rules explore, Dwell on the face, and gaze the features o'er; You eye the foul-there genuine nature find, You, through the meaning muscles, ftrike the mind. Nor can one view fuch boundless power confine,

All Nature opens to an art like thine!

Now rural scenes in fimple grandeur rife!

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Vales, hills, lawns, lakes, and vineyards feast our eyes,
Now halcyon Peace a fmiling aspect wears!
Now the red fcene with war and ruin glares!
Here Britain's fleets o'er Europe's feas prefide!
There long-loft cities rear their ancient pride;
You from the grave can half redeem the flain,
And bid great Julius charm the world again :
Mark out Pharfalia's, mark out Munda's fray,
And image all the honours of the day.

But if new glories most our warmth excite;
If toils untry'd to nobleft aims invite;

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