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Vain pomp! bestow'd by oftentatious pride,
Who to a life of want relief den;'d.

But thus the BARD. Are these the gifts of state?
Gists upreceiv'd!—These? Ye ungenerous great! 290
How was I treated when in life forlorn ?
My claim your pity; but my lot your scorn.
Why were my studious hours oppos’d hy need?
In me did poverty from guilt proceed?
Did I contemporary authors


295 And deem their worth, but as they priz'd my song ? Did I footh vice, or venal strokes betray, In the low-purpos’d, loud polemic fray? Did e'er my verse immode It warmth contain, Or, once-licentious, heavenly truths profane ? 300 Never.-And yet when envy íunk my name, Who callid my Madow'd merit into fame? When, undeserv’d, a prison's grate I saw, What hand redeein'd me from the wrested law ? Who cloath'd me naked, or when hungry fed ? 305 Why crush'd the living? Why extoll'ż the dead :But foreign languages adopt my lays, And distant nations thame you into praise. Why should onrelifh'd wit thefe honours cause? Custom, not knowledge, dictates your applause: 310 Or think you thus a self-renown to raise, And mingle your vain-glories with my bays ? Be your's the mouldering tomb! Be mine the lay Immortal!—Thus he scoffs the pomp away. Though words like these unletter'd pride impeach, 315 To the meek heart he turns with milder speech.



Though now a seraph, oft he deigns to wear
The face of human friendship, oft of care ;
To walk disguis'd an object of relief,
A learn’d, good man, long exercis'd in grief ; 320
Forlorn, a friendless orphan oft to roam,
Craving some kind, some hospitable home;
Or, like Ulysses, a low lazar stand;
Beseeching Pity's eye and Bounty's hand;
Or, like Ulysses, royal aid request,

Wandering from court to court, a king distreft.
Thus varying shapes, the seeming son of woe
Eyes the cold heart, and hearts that generous glow:
Then to the Muse relates each lordly name,
Who deals impartial infamy and fame.

330 Oft, as when man in mortal state depress'd, His lays taught virtue, which his life confess'd, He now forms visionary scenes below, Inspiring patience in the heart of woe; Patience, that softens every sad extreme,

335 That cafts through dungeon-glooms a chearful gleam, Disarms disease of pain, mocks flander's sting, And strips of terrors the terrific king, 'Gainst Want, a sourer foe, its succour lends, And smiling sees th’ingratitude of friends.

340 Nor are these talks to him alone consign'd. Millions invisible befriend mankind. When watery structures, seen cross heaven t'ascend, Arch above arch in radiant order bend, Fancy beholds, adown each glittering fide, 345 Myriads of missionary seraphs glide;



She sees good angels genial showers bestow
From the red convex of the dewy bow.
They smile upon the fwain : He views the prize;
Then grateful bends, to bless the bounteous skies. 350
Some winds collect, and send propitious gales
Oft where Britannia's navy spreads her sails;
There ever wafting, on the breath of fame,
Unequal'd glory in her Sovereign's name.
Some teach young zephyrs vernal sweets to bear, 355
And float the balmy health on ambient air;
Zephyrs, that oft, where lovers listening lie,
Along the grove in melting music die,
And in lone caves to minds poetic roll
Seraphic whispers, that abstract the soul.
Some range the colours, as they parted fly,
Clear-pointed to the philosophic eye ;
The flaming red, that pains the dwelling gaze ;
The stainless, lightsome yellow's gilding rays;
The clouded orange, that betwixt them glows, 365
And to kind mixture tawny lustre owes;
All-chearing green, that gives the spring its dye;
The bright, transparent blue, that robes the sky ;
And indico, which shaded light displays;
And violet, which in the view decays.

Parental hues, whence others all proceed ;
An ever-mingling, changeful, countless breed;
Unravel'd, variegated, lines of light,
When blended, dazzling in promiscuous white.
Oft through these bows departed fpirits range, 375
New to the skies, admiring at their change;


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Each mind a void, as when first born to earth,
Behold a second blank in second birth;
Then, as yon seraph-bard fram'd hearts below,
Each sees him here transcendent knowledge how, 380
New faints he tutors into truth refin'd,
And tunes to rapturous love the new-form'd mind.
He swells the lyre, whose loud, melodious lays
Call high Hosannas from the voice of praise ;
Though one bad age such poesy could wrong, 385
Now worlds around retentive roll the song :
Now God's high throne the full-voic'd raptures gain,
Celestial hosts returning strain for strain.

Thus he, who once knew want without relief,
Sees joys resulting from well-suffering grief. 390
Hark! while we talk, a diftant pattering rain
Resounds !---See!


the broad ætherial plain Shoots the bright bow !—The seraph Aits away; The Muse, the Graces from our view decay.

Behind yon western hill the globe of light 395 Drops sudden; fast-pursued by Mades of night.

Yon graves from winter-scenes to mind recall Rebellion's council, and rebellion's fall. What fiends in sulphurous, car-like clouds up-flew! What midnight treason glar'd beneath their view! 400 And now the traitors rear their Babel-schemes, Big, and more big, stupendous mischief seems; But Justice, rouz'd, fuperior strength employs, Their scheme wide Matters, and their hope destroys. Discord the wills; the missile ruin fies;

405 Sudden, unnatural debates arise,


Doubt, mutual jealousy, and dumb disgust,
Dark-hirted mutterings, and avow'd diftrust;
To secret ferment is each heart resign'd;
Suspicion hovers in each clouded mind;

They jar, accus'd accuse, revil'd revile,
And wrath to wrath oppose, and guile to guile;
Wrangling they part, themselves themselves betray;
Each dire device starts naked into day;
They feel confusion in the van with fear; 415
They feel the king of terrors in the rear.

Of these were three by different motives fired,
Ambition one, and one Revenge inspired.
The third, O Mammon, was thy meaner Nave;
Thou idol feldum of the great and brave !

Florio, whose life was one continued feast,
His wealth diminish'd, and his debts increas'd,
Vain pomp, and equipage, his low desires,
Who ne'er to intellectual bliss atpires;
He, to repair by vice what vice has broke,

425 Durst with bold treasons judgment's rod provoke. His ftrength of mind, by luxury half diflolv’d, Ill brooks the woe, where deep he stands involv’d. He weeps, itamps wild, and to and fio now flies; Now wrings his hands, and sends unmanly cries, 430 Arraigns his judge, affirms unjust he bleeds, And now recants, and now for mercy pleads; Now blames afiociates, raves with inward strife, Upbraids himself; then thinks alone on life. He rolls red swelling, tearful eyes around,

435 Sore imites his breast, and finks upon the ground.


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