And dear relations mingle into bliss.
But this the rugged favage never felt,
Even defolate in crowds; and thus his days
Roll'd heavy, dark, and unenjoy'd along :
A wafte of time! till INDUSTRY approach'd,
And rous'd him from his miferable sloth:
His faculties unfolded; pointed out,
Where lavish Nature the directing hand
Of Art demanded; fhew'd him how to raise
His feeble force by the mechanic powers,
To dig the mineral from the vaulted earth,
On what to turn the piercing rage of fire,
On what the torrent, and the gather'd blast;
Gave the tall ancient foreft to his ax;

Taught him to chip the wood, and hew the stone,
Till by degrees the finish'd fabric rose;
Tore from his limbs the blood-polluted fur,
And wrapt them in the woolly vestment warm,
Or bright in gloffy filk, and flowing lawn;
With wholesome viands fill'd his table, pour'd
The generous glass around, infpir'd to wake
The life-refining foul of decent wit:
Nor ftopp'd at barren bare neceffity;
But ftill advancing bolder, led him on
To pomp, to pleasure, elegance, and grace;

And, breathing high ambition thro' his foul,
Set science, wisdom, glory, in his view,

And bade him be the Lord of all below.

Then gathering men their natural powers combin'd, And form'd a Public; to the general good Submitting, aiming, and conducting all. For this the Patriot-Council met, the full, The free, and fairly reprefented Whole; For this they plann'd the holy guardian laws, Diftinguish'd orders, animated arts, And with joint force Oppreffion chaining, fet Imperial Justice at the helm; yet ftill To them accountable: nor flavish dream’d That toiling millions muft refign their weal, And all the honey of their search, to fuch As for themselves alone themselves have rais’d. Hence every ftorm of cultivated life In order fet, protected, and infpir'd, Into perfection wrought. Uniting all, Society grew numerous, high, polite, And happy. Nurfe of art! the city rear'd In beauteous pride her tower-encircled head; And, ftretching street on ftreet, by thousands drew, From twining woody haunts, or the tough yew To bows ftrong-ftraining, her afpiring fons.

Then COMMERCE brought into the public walk
The busy merchant; the big warehouse built;
Rais'd the strong crane; choak'd up the loaded street
With foreign plenty; and thy ftream, O THAMES,
Large, gentle, deep, majeftic, king of floods!
Chofe for his grand resort. On either hand,
Like a long wintry forest, groves of masts
Shot up their spires; the bellying sheet between
Poffefs'd the breezy void; the footy hulk
Steer'd fluggish on; the fplendid barge along
Row'd, regular, to harmony; around,

The boat, light-skimming, ftretch'd its oary wings;
While deep the various voice of fervent toil
From bank to bank increas'd; whence ribb'd with oak,
To bear the BRITISH THUNDER, black, and bold,
The roaring veffel rush'd into the main.

Then too the pillar'd dome, magnific, heav'd
Its ample roof; and Luxury within

Pour'd out her glittering ftores: the canvas smooth,
With glowing life protuberant, to the view
Embodied rofe; the ftatue feem'd to breathe,
And foften into flesh, beneath the touch

Of forming art, imagination-flush'd.
All is the gift of INDUSTRY; whate'er
Exalts, embellishes, and renders life

Delightful. Penfive Winter cheer'd by him
Sits at the focial fire, and happy hears
Th' excluded tempeft idly rave along;

His harden'd fingers deck the gaudy Spring;
Without him Summer were an arid waste;
Nor to th' Autumnal months could thus tranfmit
Those full, mature, immeasurable stores,

That, waving round, recall my wandering fong.
Soon as the morning trembles o'er the sky,
And, unperceiv'd, unfolds the spreading day;
Before the ripened field the reapers stand,
In fair array; each by the lass he loves,
To bear the rougher part, and mitigate
By nameless gentle offices her toil.

At once they stoop and fwell the lufty sheaves;
While thro' their cheerful band the rural talk,
The rural scandal, and the rural jest,

Fly harmless, to deceive the tedious time,
And steal unfelt the fultry hours away.
Behind the mafter walks, builds up the shocks;
And, conscious, glancing oft on every fide
His fated eye, feels his heart heave with joy.
The gleaners fpread around, and here and there,
Spike after spike, their fcanty harvest pick.
Be not too narrow, husbandmen! but fling

From the full fheaf, with charitable stealth,
The liberal handful. Think, oh grateful think!
How good the GOD of HARVEST is to you;
Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields;
While thefe unhappy partners of your kind
Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of heaven,
And ask their humble dole. The various turns
Of fortune ponder; that your fons may want
What now, with hard reluctance, faint, ye give.

The lovely young LAVINIA once had friends;
And Fortune fmil'd, deceitful, on her birth.
For, in her helpless years depriv'd of all,
Of every stay, fave Innocence and HEAVEN,
She, with her widow'd mother, feeble, old,
And poor, liv'd in a cottage, far retir'd
Among the windings of a woody vale;
By folitude and deep furrounding fhades,
But more by bashful modefty, conceal'd.
Together thus they fhunn'd the cruel fcorn
Which virtue, funk to poverty, would meet
From giddy paffion and low-minded pride:
Almoft on Nature's common bounty fed;
Like the gay birds that fung them to repose,
Content, and careless of to-morrow's fare.
Her form was fresher than the morning rose,