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When this, this little group their country calls
From academic shades and learned halls,
To fix her laws, her fpirit to sustain,
And light up glory thro' her wide domain !
Their various tastes in different arts display'd,
Like temper'd harmony of light and shade,
With friendly union in one mass shall blend,
And this adorn the state, and that defend.
These the sequester'd shade shall cheaply please,
With learned labour, and inglorious ease:
While those, impell’d by some resifless force,
O'er feas and rocks shall urge their vent'rous course;
Rich fruits matur'd by glowing funs behold,
And China's groves of vegetable gold ;
From every land the various harvest spoil,
And bear the tribute to their native soil :
But tell each land (while every toil they share,
Firm to sustain, and resolute to dare,)
MAN is the nobler growth our realms supply,
And SOULS are ripen'd in our northern sky.
Some pensive creep along the shelly shore,
Unfold the silky texture of a flower,
With sharpen'd eyes inspect an hornet's fting,
And all the wonders of an insect's wing.
Some trace with curious search the hidden cause
Of nature's changes, and her various laws;
Untwift her beauteous web, disrobe her charms,
And hunt her to her elemental forms:
powers in herbs are found
To quench disease and cool the burning wound;
With cordial drops the fainting head sustain,
Call back the fitting soul, and still the throbs of pain.
The patriot passion that shall strongly feel,
Ardent, and glowing with undaunted zeal ;
With lips of fire shall plead his country's cause,
And vindicate the majesty of laws.
This, cloath'd with Britain's thunder, fpread alarms
Thro' the wide earth, and make the pole with arms.
That, to the founding lyre his deeds rehearse,
Enshrine his name in fome immortal verse ;
To long posterity his praise confign,
And pay a life of hardships by 'a line.
While others, confecrate to higher aims,
Whose hallow'd bosoms glow with purer flames,
Love in their heart, perfuafion in their tongue,
With words of peace shall charm the lif’ning throng,
Draw the dread veil that wraps th' eternal throne,
And launch our souls into the bright unknown.
THOU, the Nymph with placid eye!
O feldom found, yet ever nigh!
Receive my temperate vow:
Not all the storms that shake the pole
Can e'er disturb thy halcyon soul,
And smooth unalter'd brow.
O come, in simplest vest array'd,
With all thy sober cheer display'd
To bless my longing fight ;
Thy mien compos’d, thy even pace,
Thy meek regard, thy matron grace,
And chaste subdued delight.
No more by varying paflions beat,
O gently guide my pilgrim feet
To find thy hermit cell;
Where in some pure and equal sky
Beneath thy foft indulgent eye
The modeft virtues dwell.
Simplicity in Attic vest,
And Innocence with candid breast,
And clear undaunted eye ;.
And Hope, who points to distant years,
Fair opening thro' this vale of tears
A vista to the sky.
There Health, thro' whose calm bosom glide
The temperate joys in even tide,
That rarely ebb or flow;
And Patience there, thy fifter meek,
Presents her mild, unvarying cheek
To meet the offer'd blow.
Her influence taught the Phrygian sage
A tyrant master's wanton rage
With settled smiles to meet ;
Inur'd to toil and bitter bread,
He bow'd his meek submitted head,
And kiss’d thy fainted feet.
But thou, oh Nymph retir'd and coy!
In what brown hamlet dost thou joy
To tell thy tender tale ;
The lowliest children of the ground,
Moss-rose and violet blossom round,
And lily of the vale.
O say what soft propitious hour
I beft may chuse to hail thy power,
And court thy gentle sway?
When Autumn, friendly to the Muse,
Shall thy own modest tints diffuse,
And shed thy milder day.
When Eve, her dewy star beneath,
Thy balmy spirit loves to breathe,
And every storm is laid ;
If such an hour was e'er thy choice,
Oft let me hear thy soothing voice
Low whispering through the shade.
HOU, to whom the world unknown
With all its shadowy shapes is shewn,
Who seeft appall’d th' unreal scene,
While Fancy lifts the veil between :
Ah Fear! ah frantic Fear!
I fee, I see thee near.
I know thy hurried step, thy haggard eye!
Like thee I start, like thee disorder'd fly,
For lo, what monsters in thy train appear!
Danger, whose limbs of giant mould
What mortal eye can fix'd behold?
Who stalks his round, an hideous form,
Howling amidst the midnight storm,
Or throws him on the ridgy steep
Of some loose hanging rock to sleep:
And with him thousand phantoms join'd,
Who prompt to deeds accurs'd the mind :
And those, the fiends, who near allied,
O'er Nature's wounds, and wrecks preside;
While Vengeance, in the lurid air,
Lifts her red arm, exposed and bare :
On whom that ravening Brood of fate,
Who lap the blood of Sorrow, wait:
Who, Fear, this ghastly train can see,
And look not madly wild, like thee?
Thou who such weary lengths hast past,
Where wilt thou reft, mad Nymph, at latt?
Say, wilt thou shroud in haunted cell,
Where gloomy Rape and Murder dwell?
Or in some hollow'd feat,
'Gainst which the big waves beat,
Here drowning seamen's cries in tempests brought!
Dark power, with shuddering meek fubmitted thought,
Be mine, to read the visions old,
Which thy awakening bards have told.
And, left thou meet my blasted view,
Hold each ftrange tale devoutly true;