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And now, in squar'd divisions, I survey
Chambers fequefter’d from the glare of day;
Yet needful lights are taught to intervene,
Through rifts; each forming a perspective scene. 230

In front a parlour meets my entering view;
Oppos'd, a room to sweet refection due.

chillid veins are warm'd by chippy fires, Through the bor'd rock above, the smoke expires ; Neat, o'er a homely board, a napkin 's spread,

235 Crown'd with a heapy canister of bread. A maple cup is next dispatch’d, to bring The comfort of the falutary spring : Nor mourn we absent bleffings of the vine, Here laughs a frugal bowl of rosy wine ; 24. And favoury cates, upon clear embers cast, Lie hissing, till snatch'd off'; a rich repast ! Soon leap my spirits with enliven’d power, And in gay converse glides the feastful hour.

The Hermit, thus: Thou wonder'it at thy fare: 24; On me, yon city, kind, bestows her care: Meat for keen famine, and the generous juice, That warms chill'd life, her charities produce :Accept without reward; unalk'd 'twas mine ; Here what thy health requires, as free be thine. 250 Hence learn that GOD, (who, in the time of need, In frozen deserts can the raven feed) Well-fought, will delegate some pitying breast, His second means, to succour man distreft. He paus'd. Deep thought upon his aspect gloom'd; 255 Then he, with smile humane, his voice resum'd.


I'm just inform’d, (and laugh me not to fcorn);
By one unseen by thee, thou’rt English-born.
Of England l-To me the British state
Rises, in dear memorial, ever greaz!

Here stand we conscious :--Diifidence fufpend!
Free flow our words Did ne'er thy Mute extend
To grots, where Contemplation Imiles lerene,
Where angels vilit, and where joys convene ?
To groves, where more than mortal voices rise, 265
Catch the rapt foul, and waft it to the skies?
This cave !-Yon walks! But, ere I more unfold,
What artful scenes thy eyes shall here behold,
Think subjects of my toil: nor wondering gaze !
What cannot Industry completely raise? 270
Be the whole earth in one great landicape found,
By Industry is all with beauty crown'd!
He, he alone, explores the mine for gain,
Hues the hard rock, or harrows up the plain;
He forms the sword to smite; he sheaths the steel,
Draws health from herbs, and thews the balm to heal ;
Or with loom'd wool the native robe fupplies;
Or bids:young plants in future forelts rise ;
Or fells the monarch oak, which, borne away,
Shall, with new grace, the distant ocean sway; 2807
Hence golden Commerce views her wealth encrease,
The blissful child of Liberty and Peace.
He scoops the Atubborn Alps, and, ftill employ'd,
Fills, with soft fertile mould, the steril void ;
Slop'd up white rocks, small, yellow harvests grow, 285
And, green on terrac'd stages, vineyards blow !

By :


By him fall mountains to a level space,
An isthmus finks, and funder'd feas embrace!
He founds a city on the naked shore,
And desolation farves the tract no more.

From the wild waves he won the Belgic land;
Where wide they foam’d, her towns and trafics stand;
He clear'd, manur'd, enlarg’d the furtive ground,
And firms the conquest with his fenceful mound.
Ev'n mid the watery world his Venice role, 295
Each fabric there, as Pleasure's leat he shows !
There marts, sports, councils, are for action fought,
Landscapes for health, and solitude for thought.
What wonder then I, by his potent aid,
A mansion in a barren mountain made ?

300 Part thou hast view'd !- If further we explore, Let Industry deserve applause the more.

No frowning care yon blest apartment sees, There Sleep retires, and finds a couch of ease. Kind dreams, that fly remorse, and pamper'd wealth, 305 There sned the smiles of innocence and health.

Mark !-Here descends a grot, delightful feat! Which warms e’en winter, tempers summer hea!! See !–Gurgling from a top, a spring distils ! In mournful measures wind the dripping rills; 310 Soft coös of distant doves, receiv'd around, In foothing mixture, swell the watery found ; And hence the streamlets seek the terrace' fhade, Within, without, alike to all convey'd. Pass on-New scenes, by ny creative power, 315 Invite Reflection's sweet and folemn hour. с


We enter’d, where, in well-rang'd order, food Th'instructive voluines of the wife and good. These friends (said he) though I desert mankind, Good angels never would permit behind.

320 Each genius, youth conceals, or time displays, I know; each work fome feraph here conveys, Retirement thus presents my searchful thought, What heaven inspir'd, and what the Muse has taught ; What Young fatiric and sublime has writ,

325 Whose life is virtue, and whose Mufe is wit. Rapt I foresee thy Mallet's * early aim Shine in full worth, and fhoot at length to fame. Sweet fancy's bloom in Fenton's lay appears, And the ripe judgment of instructive years.

330 In Hill is all that generous fouls revere, To Virtue and the Muse for ever dear : And Thomson, in this praise, thy merit see, The tongue, that praises merit, praises thee.

These fcorn (faid I) the verse-wright of their age, 335 Vain of a labour'd, languid, ufeless page ; To whose dim faculty the meaning fong Is glaring, or obfcure, when clear, and strong; Who, in cant phrases, gives a work disgrace ; His wit, and oddness of his tone and face; 340 Let the weak malice, nurs’d to an esiay, In some low libel a mean heart display; Those, who once prais’d, now undeceiv’d, despise, It lives contemn'd a day, then harmless dies,


He had then just written THE EXCURSION.

Or should fome nobler bard, their worth, unpraise, 345
Deserting morals, that adorn his lays,
Alas! too oft each science Mews the same,
The great grow jealous of a greater name :
Ye bards, the frailty. mourn, yet brave the shock;
Has not a Stillingfeet oppos'd a Locke ?

35 Oh, fill proceed, with sacred rapture fir'd !: Unenvy'd had he liv'd, if unadmir'd.

Let Envy, he replied, all ireful rise, Envy pursues alone the brave and wise ; Maro and Socrates inspire her pain,

355 And Pope, the monarch of the tuneful train! To whom be Nature's, and Britannia's praise ! All their bright honours rush into his lays ! And all that glorious warmth his lays reveal, Which only poets, kings, and patriots feel ! 360 Though gay as mirth, as curious thought sedate, As elegance polite, as power elate ; Profound as reason, and as justice clear; Soft as compassion, yet as truth severe ; As bounty copious, as persuasion sweet,

365 Like nature various, and like art complete ; So fine her morals, fo sublime her views, His life is almost equal'd by his Muse.

O Pope !--Since Envy is decreed by fate, Since the pursues alone the wise and great; 370 In one small, emblematic landscape see, How vak a distance 'twixt thy foe and thee ! Truth from an eminence surveys our scene (A hill, where all is clear, and all serene).


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